Mabel’s Bookstore

Putting My Feet in the Dirt July Prompt:

1. The page where the heart speaks words

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My bus stop

is in front of a used bookstore called ” Mabel’s “

Mabel’s has a cat that likes to lounge in the window on top of a fuzzy, dusty set of Encyclopedia Britannica’s that smells like catnip and cat pee and you get a nose full of it when you open the door.

Mabel’s customers are too polite to point this out.

Because Maybel’s customers are cat people.

Maybel’s bookshelves are packed with books about cooking and romance and how to travel to France on a shoestring budget. There are even books about how to train dogs and collect butterflies and there are books about poetry- how to write it, how to read it and how to understand it too.

Those books smell like catnip and cat pee too, but Mabel’s customers ignore it because Mabel’s customers are cat people so when the occasional cat ( sometimes it’s a black cat, there’s a few Tabby’s and couple of Siamese cats too ) strolls along the top of the shelf and wants to jump down, Mabel’s customers will politely step aside and let them pass because

Mabel’s customers are cat people.

After years and years of standing in front of Mabel’s and getting a noseful of cat pee and catnip and sometimes cat fur too, I decided to go into Mabel’s and shop around.

Because I like books.

I strolled around shelves of books about fairy tales and books about Dungeons and Dragons and books with covers where the Vampires strapped in corsets and there is even a few spinner racks full of bookmarks and another with bookplates jammed into corners where the light switches are, which must make it a chore to switch the lights off and on- on the other hand I can’t seem to remember a time when the lights were ever off at Mabel’s.

I heard a meow and I looked up and then I heard another meow and I looked behind me.

A chubby little Tabby was sitting on a table next to a chair where Mabel’s customers sometimes sat and thumbed through a volume or too that smelled like cat pee and sometimes catnip.

” Hello Mabel’s Cat. ” I said stepping back because, to be honest I’m not a cat person. I think I might be allergic because my nose always tingles when I’m around them and my eyes water a little bit too.

Mabel’s cat jumped off of the table and when it hit the floor, it sent up a poof of cat fur from the floor and when it’s paws where firmly grounded it streatched up and up and in it’s place was a small chubby man with salt and pepper hair.

” You’re not a cat person I see. ” he said.

I crouched and fell gently forwards and when my front paws touched the dusty floorboards I shook my head from side to side, sneezed a little and said, ” Not even a little around the edges.”

I may have barked that and I may have barked it a little to loud but Mabel’s customers would not have pointed that out because even though the customers at Mabel’s are cat people, they’re very polite.

Even to dog people.

Once, Spring Was Here

I was thinking about Spring- and how it’s sort of limping along and I tried to remember if I was ever excited about it making it’s rounds.

Here are pictures of my cat Blitzer, some wildlife and my dog Hamish Macbeth.

I’m thinking I used to like the promises Spring brought, otherwise I wouldn’t have taken these pictures. I think that each one sparkles with life.

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso

RDP Tuesday: bloom

Hamish Macbeth and Darwin

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is Hamish Macbeth, I’ve written about him a lot because I happen to think he is the most pawsome dog in the Universe.

Before I go on I will say that I know your dog is pawesome too – all dogs are. It’s science. Anyway back to my story about Hamish.

Hamish is very good at following rules and doing as he is told..but we sort of have a running battle going on.

There is one rule he bends at tests and probably spends a lot of time thinking about how to get around it.

It’s the house rule involving his big brother Darwin.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Hamish dumped this toy in front of Darwin and trotted off- but there is a method to his madness because the house rule is that Hamish is NOT allowed to go near Darwin’s food dish.

I had no idea that Hamish was eating Darwin’s food- I was giving Darwin extra because I thought he was just developing a robust appetite.

What I ultimately noticed was that Darwin’s weight was staying the same-even with the extra food he was taking in.

Hamish on the other hand put some weight on and his breath smelled fishy.

Busted.

Photo of Hamish Macbeth
A.M Moscoso

So I noticed that all of the sudden Hamish was dropping toys around Darwin and walking by me with his best boy in the face world- note, he was nowhere near the dining room at these times.

Eventually I was so used to this toy routine that when Hamish added a pit stop at Darwin’s bowl, I didn’t even notice.

But I did catch on and now Hamish has taken to doing this:

He’s been lining up his toys by Darwin’s dish- doesn’t matter if there is food in the bowl or not. In fact, he’s left toys in front of the dish when there was food inside of it.

Plot twist.

I wonder what is coming next?

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Goodnight My Micey

My little Shadow and Hamish Macbeth’s big brother, Micey, died today.

Micey was 16 years old and also leaves behind his brother Darwin who is also 16.

Darwin and Micey were litter mates and have never been without each other.

We love your My Mice.

Mommy.