Finnegan’s Fancy

Before the ink dried on the contract for the home we currently lease (while we look for one to purchase), we were adopted by a cat. Not just any cat. A tortoiseshell cat. Different from calico cats, “torties” have no white in their coat. And though she’s a female, we call her Finnegan.

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Drawn to traditional Japanese Haiku since elementary school where it was introduced to me by my fifth grade teacher — Mrs. Kline — I love the simplicity and direct expression found in three stark lines for a total of 17 syllables:

5 syllables in the first line
7 syllables in the second line
5 syllables in the third line

With that in mind, here’s my nod to Finnegan:

Eyes closed satisfied
back arching on tiptoed paws
into affection.

Do you Haiku?


The Cat that Ate the Canary

I did a little reminiscing while packing photo albums for our up-and-coming move and came across my favorite picture of Paddy, our tuxedo cat who lived to be 18 years old.

Don’t let his expression fool you…it’s feigned nonchalance in an attempt to cover his bone-deep pleasure at being on the bird feeder!

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Recently I’ve caught myself wearing a smug mask of triumph for packing out our home in a timely and efficient manner. If you look close, you just might see a feather or two peaking from my self-satisfied smile. Meow!

When was the last time you wore “the cat that ate the canary” expression?

Laurie Buchanan

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— Laurie Buchanan

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