The Adventures of Little Big Cat with Artist and Storyteller Tee Bylo
“One is loved is because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.” ~ Paulo Coelho
Today is St Valentine’s Day and with love in the morning air for the parishioners from Merryworth Town – everything is blooming lovely inside our ‘Leaf & Maple Flower Shop’ and as Norma scurries among the flowers, THOSE felines pop by…
And as Murphy patiently waits for Norma to add the finishing touch to his corsage for his Valentine – Minnie B has a different idea for a gift!
‘I was glad when they said to me, ‘Let us go to the Lord’s house.’ Psalms 122:1
On Homeless Sunday, THOSE Mice from St M’s arrived at St Margaret’s Parish Church to welcome everyone with bowls of tasty goulash and to raise awareness and support for those who have no home they can call their own.
However, enticed by the smell of delicious food wafting through the cold January air and being the curious feline she is; Minnie B had also decided to potter into St M’s Church to see what was going on…
Now, as Minnie B is known for her legendary and ravenous appetite, she was delighted to see the Rev. Suze inside the church for she could always wangle a yummy snack from her and seeing that there was a bowl of beef goulash left uneaten; she was one happy feline when the Rev. Suze offered it to her!
And just as she was about to tuck in; who should appear but Murphy!
For What I Am About to Eat? Let’s Go to Mr Madrigal’s House!
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“He Who Has Not Christmas in His Heart Will Never Find It Under a Tree.” ~ Roy L. Smith
It’s Christmas Day here in Merryworth Town and the Rev. Suze has opened the doors of St M’s Parish Church to those who have no home to call their home.
And as Angus enjoys a snooze in the warmth of our peaceful church – Donald tucks into a delicious breakfast with Minnie B curled up by his side…
I’m Always Touched By Your Presence Dear!
With the clock ticking towards Christmas Day, I took the time to grab a few hours away from the hard work that I had been doing at 13 Piccadilly Terrace to make a quick visit to Nicole’s House.
Although I wanted to leave a special gift for Nicole, I had also wanted to spend a moment or two by the Christmas tree inspired by this wonderful lady and who had made similar gold bows by hand to decorate her last Christmas tree before her untimely death six months later.
It was only after I had bounded up the stairs and into the warm and festive loft, did I realise that I was not the only visitor to Nicole’s house this Christmas Eve…
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds…Clement Clarke Moore
Although the children may have been ‘nestled all snug in their beds’ waiting for the visit from St Nicholas on Christmas Eve – there was plenty ‘a stirring’ within the basement kitchen of the poet Lord Byron at 13 Piccadilly Terrace in the year 1815.
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“Joy is the net of love by which you can catch souls ~ Mother Teresa
Today is the Fourth Sunday of Advent and as the candle of ‘Joy’ now flickers away next to our candles of ‘Hope, Peace and Love’ over at the Parish of St M’s – THOSE mice reveal one ‘rubbish’ Christmas tree!
And as Mark and Mikey explain the reasons for the decoration of our special kind of Christmas tree – Murphy is MOST intrigued!
Light UP! Light UP! Light UP! Light UP! To Merryworth Town…
“Peace begins when expectation ends.” ~ Sri Chinmoy
Today is the Second Sunday of Advent and the candle of ‘Peace’ will soon flicker away next to our candle of ‘Hope’ here inside the Parish St M’s.
However, with the arrival of Lottie and noisy baby Bertie – Minnie B is off in search of some ‘peace’ of a different kind!
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
John McCrae
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Matilda ‘Tilly’ Simms hadn’t really enjoyed the celebrations of the festival of Día de los Muertos yesterday as she had been very troubled by the strange behaviour of Murphy B – the small furry cat who prowls his way through the sleepy hamlet of All Hallows and who charms all who cross his path – including the grumpy owner of ‘Dogwood & Myrtle General Stores’ old Bella Pendle!
“Oh my!” sighed Tilly as she thought about Murphy stalking the All Hallows graveyard at dusk with some very odd white foam on his face!
Vampyres and Werewolves? Oh MY!
A Crooked Hen Production
When witches go riding.
And black cats are seen.
The moon laughs and whispers
‘Tis near Halloween…
At first Minnie B had been very excited to have received her special invitation to the party at Nicole’s House for this All Hallows Eve but as the day arrived and even with the promise of lots of delicious cake; she was not her usual happy self.
“I don’t really want to go to Nicole’s party looking as I always do as everyone else will be wearing their special costumes and I’d love to be able to dress up too” said Minnie B.
‘How about wearing a hat?’ I asked. ‘You’d look fabulous in one and I know just the person to ask if we could borrow their hat for this party as they are very kind and they like you too!’
And so with the clock ticking and daylight fading fast, I raced off on my mission to find an amazing hat and which I knew would be just the thing for Minnie B…
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