Tale of A Cat

Growing up on Lake Superior in the upper peninsula of Michigan, in the small city of Marquette, our family always had pets. And, at one point, we owned a black-and-gray striped cat named Bootsy.

He was an indoor-outdoor cat, and, when inside, enjoyed sitting by the large picture window in the living room, at the front of the house.

There were lots of kids in the neighborhood at that time, so it was common for friends to come over and visit. We also had a doorbell with a glowing light.

Once, the doorbell rang and I went to see who it was, opening only the main door but not the screen door. I looked but nobody was there.

At that time, a common prank which children enjoyed was called ditching doorbells – ringing someone’s doorbell & running away.

Assuming this was the case, I closed the door and began to walk back into the house. Just then, it rang again. I turned around quickly and opened both doors, stepping out on to the front porch to see who it was – but, there was no person in sight.

However, an explanation quickly became apparent. It was our cat!

As the front porch was visible from the living room window, he could see people come to our house, press the glowing doorbell, hear the sound of the doorbell, and then watch us react by opening the door.

On his own, Bootsy learned he could get on the milk box, and then jump up on top of the mailbox, from which he could lean against the doorbell, letting us know when he wanted to come inside. That education was a game-changer for a cat.

The question: did we own the cat, or did he own us? I think the latter.

Laughter Is Good Medicine

CAUTION

What you’re about to see in no way resembles the behavior of a mature adult

I made this film in December 2020 for a woman I liked a lot, but who, at that time – in my opinion – had low self confidence about her appearance. In my eyes, though, she was truly beautiful…

Sadly, remarks such as – I like you very muchI think of you a lotI know that it is a huge feelingI dream about you – etc., ended early.

But, the video remains & has some redeeming value – Phil’s humor 😂 I’m glad that I can laugh at myself & think laughter is good medicine!


MUSIC CREDIT:Beautiful” by Gordon Lightfoot (1972).

PHOTO CREDIT: modified photo from unsplash.com.

Mysterious Sphere

Tales of A Time Traveller

I set down on the mid-sized planet in the Alpha Centauri system, with dwindling fuel reserves and enough water to sustain me for only a few more days.

In the distance, my objective – the Sphere of Trevallon, an encased repository of ancient, inter galactic data. It also has 24-hour food service, Tang drinks, and an air hockey table, I’m told.

Now, if I could only get beyond this sea of corrosive, deadly acid…

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Rachael was beautiful with bright blue eyes, soothing voice and a personality unlike any I’d experienced in my entire life. I loved her with every fiber of my being. But, she was a machine…

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Believe It Or Not

I once lived in Holland, Michigan, where, one summer’s day, a friend – Brooks Besjovec – asked if I’d like to see some…

Red Chinese Bats?

It wasn’t far, he said, located just off of Ottawa Beach Road along the north shore of Lake Macatawa, so I skeptically agreed and the journey ensued.

It was late afternoon when we arrived. We parked along the side of a road near a local wind-surfing shop which I was familiar with, and my friend pointed across the yard of a nearby house. There, roughly four feet off of the ground, I could see a large rectangular-shaped wooden box anchored between two trees.

As we approached, Brooks cautioned me not to startle the bats, to approach the cage slowly, quietly. In so doing, I could see that the top of the cage was open, covered only with chicken wire.

A painted sign attached to the cage read, “Chinese Bats”, and, as I peered inside, I could see that my friend had indeed been telling the truth; there before my eyes were two red plastic wiffle ball bats – a.k.a., toy baseball bats (Made In China).


Modified photo from unsplash.com.

Remote Programming

Armor-clad with shield, this Knight traveled for many days across a barren desert with a promise to audition for the lead role in a debuting Medieval television mini-series. However, when he arrived, the set was in a state of chaos…

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Surface of Earth

Taken from a satellite in space orbiting planet Earth, this black and white image highlights terrain located in the western hemisphere. Oh, wait…haha. This black and white photograph was actually taken while hiking at Black Mountain, on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee, and features evidence of erosion from water along a rock surface of the mountain. You’ll discover prints available in my gallery – suitable for any environment. So, check it out…

Boats For Rent

If you enjoy the water and would like to rent a boat for the day, may I suggest, at a minimum, wearing a life-preserver and searching for a more trustworthy watercraft. In the meantime, you can visit my gallery to check out some prints. Bon voyage!

Foggy Mountain Landscape

Several miles from camp, I sat in my canoe without a compass as I watched the day fade into evening, uncertain as to which direction to paddle. Then I realized – hey, this is only a digital landscape created using Byrce software…I can take my time! Haha.

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New Product Satire

I recently invented a new product, though it’s still in the prototype stage. It combines a metal detector with a weed whipper. I figured, this way I can keep my lawn looking good and make some money on the side!

HaHaHaHa

Didn’t think it was funny? Well, you’re not alone. I’ve been telling this joke – an original – since the mid 1990’s, with only a lukewarm response. Nevertheless, I continue to chuckle!

Old Basketball Hoop

It had been a while since I played basketball, and I’d been thinking of it lately. My under-inflated ball was stored inside of a box in the garage, not far from an air pump. Shorts, t-shirt, shoes, air in the ball – I was ready.

The basketball hoop where I used to shoot wasn’t far, and so I practiced dribbling along the way. When I arrived, I took a moment to review the situation, and then remembered that I had a good book at home which I was planning to read.

Game over.