Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Rufus: Just Saying: MY OWN CHRISTMAS TREE!

Rufus: Just Saying: MY OWN CHRISTMAS TREE!
16 December 2014 













I HAVE MY OWN CHRISTMAS TREE!


The MomPeople put this tree down in The DadPeople and my Man Cave.  I’m ready for Christmas. 

Come on Sandy Paws!
I’ve been a very good dawg. (Don’t look at the chewed up whiffle balls in my toy bucket. I was Supposed to chew them, honest.) 

And I haven’t chewed a single sparkly ball on my tree. Even if they are a really good size for chasing and . . .

Sandy Paws, I have a Christmas wish list. I could use a new whiffle ball. And I’d like all the other dogs and cats to have good homes and good People. And everybody to have a wonderful year! 

I HAVE MY OWN CHRISTMAS TREE!!! 

Rufus 


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Friday, December 12, 2014

Rufus: Just Saying: Christmas Crazy

Rufus: Just Saying: Christmas Crazy
12 December 2014 

Sometimes The People are kind of hard to figure out. This is my first Christmas inside my own very
own with my own The People home. Last year the DadPeople was recovering from heart surgery, so I stayed with Mr. Moberly in his kennels and played with a certain Very cute labrador. :)

This year it’s My Home with The People Christmas. I figure there’s going to be yummy turkey like at Thanksgiving. That’s excellent. But The People have started doing strange stuff to the house.
There’s sparkly stuff all over. BUT I am NOT allowed to play with any of it, or eat it. So what good is sparkly stuff? Maybe the worst are the sparkly balls. No close up sniffing allowed! That’s one of those: “No, Rufus. Leave it!”

Snort. No chasing sparkly balls. I don’t care. They don’t even smell good like my tennis and whiffle balls.

Another thing. The People went out and brought home a tree they put in the upstairs living room! Huh? And trust me, it’s not for peeing on.This strange smelling tree has lights that first go white, then colors, then back to white, then colors. Wait up. I’m getting dizzy. 


I don’t think the lights in the tree are because of lightning bugs, ‘cause if the tree had bugs I’d eat ‘em up! Or snap at them and make them get OUT of my house. But The People just stare at  the lights and talk about them. Hmmm. 

This is crazy stuff. A tree that blinks and can’t be marked and this big pile of balls I am NOT allowed to play with. I’ve heard the balls are going to hang on the tree! Whenever The People stop staring at the lights.









And then there’s the creepy little guys who appeared on the coffee table. Look at these three!!! Are they shifty or what? I think they broke in the house last night, and The People were too busy being hypnotized by the tree to notice!  

I’m pretty sure these sparkly house-breakers are here to steal important stuff, like my food. Or NikkiCAt’s. Well, they can have NikkiCat’s food. Except for his chicken treats. I LOVE chicken treats. 


Rufus who is still blogging while The MomPeople is staring at the tree lights. 

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Thursday, December 4, 2014

Rufus: Just Saying: Getting into the Holiday Spirit

Rufus: Just Saying: Getting into the Holiday Spirit 
4 December 2014 

It’s almost CHRISTMAS!!! And the People are getting into the spirit. Me too.
First thing to getting into the spirit: get happy, laugh. What’s funny? Washing The CAT! 





Since NikkiCat’s fur is all black, mud spots don’t show on him like on me. But trust me he’s NOT  getting himself cleaner than I get myself. So, if I get baths, then: WASH THE CAT! 
Here are my two favorite methods.
I’ve adapted these online directions to give to the DadPeople.

First :Fast Wash for the DadPeople to hurry up so we can go Out to Play, but The Cat deserves needs a bath.
Use the toilet.
  1. Put both toilet lids up. (if you’re in a hurry, just the top lid will do. It’s honestly not that hard to stuff a cat in a toilet. Do NOT ask how I know this.)  Squirt at least an 1/8 cup of kitty shampoo into the bowl. More makes for impressive bubbles. Never can have too many bubbles.
  2. Pick up The Cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom.
I’ll bark to encourage The Cat.

3. In one smooth movement, stuff put The Cat in the toilet and close both lids. You may need to stand on the lid. I can help. 

4. The Cat will self-agitate and make suds. BUBBLES!  Never mind the loud noises, The Cat is actually enjoying this. Trust me. 

5. Flush three or four times. This provides a "power-wash" and rinse".

6. Have the MomPeople open the front door of our home. Be sure no one stands between the toilet and the front door.

7. Standing behind the toilet as far as you can, (it may be a little crowded because I’ll already be there.) quickly lift both toilet lids.

8. The Cat will rocket out out, streak through the room, and run outside where he will dry himself off. I’ll be right behind barking encouragement.

9. Both the commode and The Cat will be sparkling clean. The Cat will air dry. 

10. We can go Out and play! 
Sincerely,
The Dog 


If it’s a rainy day, and I’m not going out anyway, this second method provides a LOT more entertainment. I found this one at:  http://www.killsometime.com/jokes/511/How-to-bathe-your-cat

How to bathe your cat

1) First …. dress for the occasion. A 4-ply rubber wet suit is suggested, along with a helmet, face mask, and welders gloves. (Trust me DadPeople, this is a minimum!) 

2) A Bathtub with a glass enclosure is preferred to the one with a shower curtain. A frenzied cat can shred one of these in about 3.5 seconds.

3) Have the kitty shampoo and towel in the enclosed bathtub area beforehand. No… blow drying the cat after the bath is not suggested. Although if you still have him penned up in the glass enclosed bathtub… 

4) Fill the tub with water a little warmer than needed. It’ll take us a while to locate The Cat, and the water will cool. (Except I’m a hound; I’ll find him. You’re welcome. You just need to pull him out from under the couch. Ooops, did I leak his favorite hidey place?) 
Position everything strategically in the bath, so you can reach it even if you are face down or prone in the tub. (I’ll bark for the MomPeople if The Cat pins you under the water. She has an elephant anesthesia gun, right?)

5) Once we sneak up on The Cat, pick him up nonchalantly as if you were simply carrying him to the supper dish. No need to worry about The Cat noticing your strange attire, The Cat barely notices you anyway.

6) Once we and The Cat are inside the bathroom speed is essential. I’ll shove the bathroom door shut while you get into the tub, closing the sliding doors, but not blocking my view from outside. Drop the cat into the water. While The Cat is still in a state of shock locate the shampoo.  (Which doesn’t taste all that good, so No I didn’t eat it while you weren’t looking.)  Quickly squirt whatever part of The Cat is above the water line. We are about to begin a really fun wild 45 seconds. Remember cats have no handles, and he now has soapy fur. His state of shock has worn off, and he’s madder than hell. (So, that’s like having, what? a really angry electric eel with slashing claws aimed at you? Remember, don’t block my view.)  

7) As best, you can, wearing the welder’s gloves, try to field his body as he
catapults through the air toward the ceiling. If possible, give another
squirt of shampoo while his body is fully exposed.

During the 5 seconds you are able to hold onto him, rub vigorously. No need to worry about rinsing. As he slides down the glass enclosure into the tub, he will fall back into the water, rinsing himself in the process.

9) Only attempt the lather and rinse process about 3 times. (I’ll have laughed myself into needing to go out to pee by now.) The Cat will realize the lack of traction on the glass at this point and will use your next attempt to grab onto the first available part of you.

10) Next, the cat must be dried. No, this is NOT the easiest part. By this stage, you are worn out, and The Cat has just become semi-permanently affixed to your right leg. I suggest you drain the tub and, in full view of The Cat, reach for the bottle of shampoo.

11) The Cat is smarter than he looks. If you have done step 10 correctly, The Cat will be off your leg and hanging precariously from your helmet. Although this view of The Cat is disgusting, he will be in a much better position for wrapping him up in a towel.

12) Be sure The Cat is firmly tied-up wrapped in the towel before opening tub enclosure. Remember I’m outside the tub and … I have a tender nose which I don’t need Cat-swiped, again.
Open bathroom door …. put towel-wrapped cat on the floor and jump back. Into the tub, if possible, (I’ll already be in there checking to see if kitty shampoo-water is tastier than kitty shampoo) and do not open enclosure until all you can see in the bathroom is the shredded towel.

13) In about 2 hours …. it will be safe to exit the bathroom.The Cat will be sitting out there somewhere looking like a small hedgehog while plotting revenge.

Which is when we go OUT to play!!!! 

Rufus :)  
NikkiCAT, trust me, it’s safe to come out. 




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Thursday, November 27, 2014

Rufus (AND NikkiCat, and Kath) : Just Saying: Thanks Giving

Rufus (AND NikkiCat, and Kath) : Just Saying: Thanks Giving  
27 November 2014



Rufus- Thanksgiving day is here! Turkey! I love Turkeys! They run slower than chipmunks! But then they fly. That’s a flaw, as NikkiCat would say. I heard that DadPeople is cooking a turkey today. I didn’t see DadPeople catch one of the turkeys, but NikkiCat says the turkey came from the grocery store and was living in the refrigerator. Weird. But that’s where DadPeople keeps the bologna (I LOVE bologna!) and pupsicles! (I LOVE pupsicles!) If the turkey is as big as NikkiCat says, I figure there’ll be LOTS of leftovers. How much turkey can MomPeople and DadPeople eat? And NikkiCat doesn't like turkey. I LOVE Thanksgiving! 




NikkiCat- Sigh. Rufus chases everything. I have to admit I do like watching the jakes run and fly into the trees with Rufus barking his head off.  I don’t fly, so I don’t chase turkeys. Duh! Like Rufus said, there’s a turkey in the refrigerator. The DadSerf has the turkey situation under control.

Anyway, I am going to take Rufus aside and explain what Thanksgiving is really about. It’s about MomSerf taking care of me, buying me treats, lots of food, making several cozy nests for me, hugging me even if it’s not dignified. And the same goes for Rufus. 


Rufus- NikkiCat didn’t give me a chance. I LOVE my DadPeople! And MomPeople is a CookieMomster! (She makes sure I have a cookie after our walks.) I’d lost my home when I met Mom and DadPeople. And now I have my very own DadPeople, lots of home, lots of treats, toys, walks at the pond, play outside with DadPeople, turkeys to chase, and chipmunks to bark at. Life is Good!


Kath- I’m grateful for all of my family, for the blessing of having a cozy home and food for this feast day, for the privilege of being a citizen of the USA. For Rufus and NikkiCat taking over the blog while I work on a new writing project. Although I have a suspicion that they are enjoying their platform, and I may not get the blog back any time soon. 

Ah. NikkiCat suggest that I list all that I’m grateful for with regard to him and Rufus. Fine. I’m grateful for the daily walks with Rufus that get us outdoors to enjoy the world and of course exercise. I am grateful that NikkiCat offers, in the true spirit of self sacrifice, to eat my crackers and cheese to save me from the fattening calories. (Rufus reminds me that he will gladly help with ANYTHING I am eating.) 

I am grateful for NikkiCat’s company while I work at the computer. Although I definitely made a mistake buying him the black-cat-on-black-rug because he melds into it, and I cannot see him. Which means sometimes poor NikkiCat gets stepped on. Which results in distribution of treats to make up for the mistreatment. 

I’m thankful that Rufus is a true football fan and only too happy to watch game after game with TPC. And that Rufus has taught TPC to play frisbees. Good exercise for both of them.

I’m grateful that NikkiCat and Rufus do their best to roust the chipmunks. Those little rodents may look cute and all, but they’re burrowing under our house like they’re digging a sinkhole to swallow us all up, especially NikkiCat and Rufus. 

I’m grateful for the attention NikkiCAt gives me, even if I can really truly honest to pete handle everything on my own in the restroom. After all, I don’t crowd into the litter box when he’s ‘Occupado’. 

I’m thankful that NikkiCat’s pregnant mom found us. 

I’m thankful to the %$%%^ who abandoned Rufus so that we could adopt each other. 

I’m thankful to you, dear reader, for giving me the privilege of your attention. 

Happy Thanksgiving! 








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Friday, November 21, 2014

Rufus: Just Saying: Cat Lady Cool

Rufus: Just Saying: Cat Lady Cool
21 November 2014  

Guest blogger: NikkiCat

Hello. I’m NikkiCat, Rufus’s housemate. The MomSerf is still Nano-ing, and Rufus completely lost it when it turned COLD, and we got  a dusting of snow this week. He’s a dog on the run, chasing everything and barking at who knows what. So busy, that he asked me to Guest Blog. 
Frozen Fountain Turtle. Baby it’s COLD! 



So to start I’ve done a little redesign: a new more accurate photo of Rufus. (Dogs are so vain!) And of course, I’ve added my blogger photo. (Yes. I knew that hidden camera was there. You’ll note I gave it my best inscrutable look. )








So for today’s exceptional blog, I am visiting the blessings of being a Cat Lady. MomSerf was reading this article on vetstreet.com (http://www.care2.com/greenliving/6-reasons-its-now-cool-to-be-a-cat-lady.html#ixzz3JhT6cWPv )while I supervised her computer usage. (She was supposed to be Nano-writing, and it cost her five dehydrated chicken treats to keep me quiet about her playing hooky.) 

 Needless to say, serfs/people do not get everything right. But I do. So here’s the real deal on why being a Cat Lady is very Cool. 

While the vetstreet.com article mentioned wearing Fancy People Clothes with cat images on them, let’s be realistic. There is nothing more cool than having a cat in your arms. No embroidered cat faces, just the real thing. If your cat has better things to do, probably, the cat fur on your black shirt will have to do. Since every cat leaves different fur, you serfs have instant Designer Cat clothing. 

Fancy Cat Home Design. Okay, so you people/serfs may supply fancy litter boxes and shelving, scratch toys, etc., but it’s not necessary. What says Designer Cat Home better than chairs with pillows and blankets soft enough for a cat to curl up in, or the requisite cat fur of approval on same chairs? Add dining chairs deep enough that a Cat can sit behind a serf and get his fair share of the goodies. And of course if you’re a writer-serf,  supple a desk cleared of enough of that paper stuff (that perpetually needs shuffling and pushing off,) so that a Cat can repose and fulfill Muse duties. 

Cats are cool because celebrities love us? Really? That’s come kind of people joke, right? It's the other way around, and besides No One is more famous than Garfield, or Morris, or me. 

Hero Cats. Well, duh. Who are you going to believe if the house is on fire? The dawg who barks if a chipmunk farts outside the window, or the Cat? Yeah. I thought so. If I give you a paw to the nose and yowl at you, grab me and run. The dawg has a key to the back door. Trust me, he’ll find his way out. 

Big head butts and side rubs, 
NikkiCat 




















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Thursday, November 13, 2014

Rufus: Just Saying: Peanut Butter Month!

Rufus: Just Saying: Peanut Butter Month!
13 November 2014



I LOVE Peanut Butter! 
(The Mom People is still doing NaNoWriMo, so I’m still stepping in to do her blog. Work work work. It took her a while this week to transcribe my notes. A lot of grumping on her part about how sticky the notes were.  Well, lack of peanut butter in the Mom People and a bit too much on my notes will do that.) 

Okay! PEANUT BUTTER!! I LOVE peanut butter as much as I love Snow. Or more. Or the same. Or more. Or … It’s National Peanut Butter Lover’s Month! Is there a better month in the whole year? 

Anyway. The Dad People made me ‘cookies’ with peanut butter and oatmeal. They were pretty good. Not as good as the ones from the grocery store, but I LOVE peanut butter. Then Dad People made cookies with peanut butter and pumpkin. Sometimes you have to draw a line on the healthy stuff. Those went to the raccoons who will, trust me, eat anything. 

One of the best things Dad People makes is ‘pupsicles’. He freezes peanut butter glops, apple chunks, and broth (chicken is best) in ice cube trays. YUM! Like yellow snow chunks with peanut butter inside. Mom People says I have the wrong idea about what ‘yellow snow’ is. Huh?

On the computer I saw a whole article about how good peanut butter is, even for People. 

The Dad and Mom People should eat more peanut butter. Since the Mom People couldn’t find her iPod for a week, (it was in the backseat of The Dude with me the whole time) I think she needs extra peanut butter. Peanut butter helps with memory impairment. Eat more Peanut Butter! I remember everything. Like there are peanut butter ‘cookies’ in the Mom People’s big tote bag where she keeps my water bottle. It’s at her feet in my van, The Dude. She forgets to give me a ‘cookie’ after our walks at the pond if I don’t remind her. (More peanut butter for you, Mom People.) 

The Mom People and I are on diets. Which means I only get half ‘cookies.’ Grrrr. But she “counts every calorie.” (A calorie is something that makes People grumpy and is on People food.) She should eat peanut butter because it suppresses hunger. Then because she won’t be eating so much, she won’t be messing with those #$$% calories, and she wont’ be grumpy, AND she’ll give me whole peanut butter cookies. Sound like a plan?  

The Dad People had heart surgery last December, so I’m really happy he likes peanut butter so much. It’s good for hearts! 

Peanut butter supposedly reduces colon cancer in women People. I’m not sure what a colon cancer is, but any good reason. The Mom People said it has something to do with my morning Sun Salutation. 

Anyway. The Mom People is talking about new landscaping. I can dig up the old plants, no problem. And then I think we should plant peanuts. You can grow enough peanuts for 30,000 sandwiches on One Acre! How many ‘cookies’ is that? 

Rufus: Peanut Butter fan 




Sun Salutation 



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Friday, November 7, 2014

Is Your EReader on Fire? Wild Fire?


Is Your EReader on Fire? Wild Fire
I’m always excited to post a blog about Ally Shields’ fantastic paranormal novels! Just last month Ally released the first in a whole new paranormal series, Cross Keys. NOW!!! The sixth entry in the Guardian Witch series, Wild Fire, is OUT!!! If you love a strong female heroine, a tender romance, and a rip-roaring paranormal adventure, read all of the Guardian Witch series! And this time my blog has a clue to a prize! 
Kath

 Wild Fire Release Blog Party 
and Settings Hunt

Thank you so much for being part of the  release party and giveaway for the sixth book in my Guardian Witch series!
 (See contest details at the bottom.)

Book Blurb: 

A vision. A lost talisman. A dangerous journey through time...

A month after their bonding, Ari and Andreas are still adjusting to married life when they learn the hard way that the O-Seven, the terrifying and brutal vampire elders, still have them in their sights. A three million dollar bounty hangs over each of their heads, and there’s no lack of assassins eager to collect. 

When the local seer has a terrifying vision of the destruction of Riverdale, it’s up to Ari—as usual—to keep everyone safe. Only this time, an enemy from the past has bound her fire powers, and the city’s string of arsons seems connected. 

Daron, the vampire prince in Toronto, has information that two of the vampire elders are on their way to Riverdale. Which can’t be good. Only a risky and unprecedented journey through time can provide the help they need. But that will leave Andreas to face the O-Seven alone...

Buy Links: 

Amazon: http://amzn.to/13LH078
Book Trailer on Youtube: http://youtu.be/nGO1wudi7xQ

Excerpt:
The tracks in the snow gradually moved up the slope toward the older parts of Riverdale, out of the tourist district, past residential homes, angling toward the cliff area that overlooked the Mississippi River. Then it took a sharp swing north.

Ari looked ahead, her gaze following the tracks through the gate and into the Riverdale Cemetery. "I don't like this." She came to a stop with one hand on the gate. "Don't you think the trail is a bit too obvious? As if he wanted us to follow him?" Her eyes scanned the cemetery grounds for anything unusual, a shadow, a hint of color out of place among the stones and crypts. The only sizable tracks went behind a tall mausoleum.

"A trap?" Ryan drew his pistol. "Do you sense something?"

"Maybe. But there is a lot of magical interference in graveyards." Ari frowned. She sensed a flicker of Otherworld power, but it didn't feel right. Shielded? Would a halfling demon be that good? She eased through the gate; Ryan followed close behind. Her magic stirred, raising the hairs on her arms, and she stopped, extending her witch senses to probe the area around them—tasting, smelling, touching the environment. Her magic roared to life.

"Back!" she shouted. "Power. And lots of it."

Two gigantic figures leaped from the top of the nearest crypt. A howling rent the quiet of the cemetery. By the time the creatures landed—one in front of Ari and Ryan, and the other cutting them off from the gate—both had morphed into fiery red, eight-foot demons, their eyes deep black holes. Each carried a metal shield and swung a five-foot mace.

"Hellsgate warriors!" Ari crouched, raising her fingers to call the witch fire to her command.

Author Bio:

Ally Shields was born and raised in the Midwest, along the Mississippi River, and considers herself a "river rat." The setting and folklore of that area are often incorporated into her Guardian Witch series. After  a career in law and juvenile justice, she turned to full-time writing in 2009. She loves writing, reading and traveling. Way too often she can be found on Twitter. @ShieldsAlly

Author Contacts:

Other books in the series: 
Awakening the Fire (#1); Fire Within (#2); Burning Both Ends (#3); 
Blood and Fire (#4); Fire Storm (#5).

Coming Soon: 
Eternal Fires (Guardian Witch #7) (TBA)


Also by Ally Shields:


Cross Keys, an Elvenrude novel (October 2014)



Blog Tour GIVEAWAY: Nov. 7-10:  Readers and writers always talk about characters in books, but settings are almost as important, and they play a huge role in the Guardian Witch series. Wild Fire is no exception, and this blog tour is revealing several settings that are the backdrop for major events in the book. In fact, I think they're so important that I'm running a special contest.

If you collect the names and numbers of all ten settings, you could win your choice of three ebooks in the series (including this latest release) or a $15.00 Amazon gift certificate. It's easy to do. Here are the rules. 

Visit the blogs on this list -- or enough to collect all ten settings -- then email me at allyshieldsbooks@gmail.com by 9:00 a.m. EST, Monday, November 10, 2014  with your completed list. You will automatically be entered in the random drawing (two winners). 

NOTE: A setting may appear on more than one blog, so be sure you have 10 different settings before turning in your entry.

Here is the list of participating blogs*:
(*If you can't find any of the posts, return to allyshields.com for updated links.)

Now for the setting: #7
 Setting #7:  Ruins in Italy - These ruins have not been previously mentioned. Wild Fire readers will quickly realize why I chose to include them. :) 

Good luck! Thanks for  joining Wild Fire's release celebration!
More Fun: Those of you who are reading this before 6:00 - 10:00 p.m. EST on November 7, are invited to join us at the official Facebook release party (https://www.facebook.com/events/314795258698003//) for games and prizes, including books, swag and more gift certificates!!