Cat Muse

I decided to start a blog that was about cats, everything cat, in fact because I have four and was raised with them for as long as I can remember. Cats and their mews seemed to me appropriate and in a way they are my muses. Cat collar with bell was suggested to me so I incorporated it into the name of my blog and it finally evolved and became cat collar with bell, cats and their mews.blogspot.com. So Stephanie Stewart's blog changed yet again. Bare with me I'm new at this. 

Do I LOOK Impressed to you??

I enjoyed researching and writing the Fort Mcallister Tom Cat blog. It was a pretty fascinating history. I could only imagine the battle and Tom Cat tearing across the mounds that the men lived inside of, underground no less; as the bullets and cannon balls flew. Many times, while I'm working on a blog, one muse in particular, a female; she would jealously watch as I sat typing out something about cats spring flowers or some such thing. I have done so many things with cats as a child and have learned something from them each and every time. I must be the only blogger that re-reads my own blogs from way back when I first started, just to remember the neat stories I have shared with you along the way and to be reminded that each of my muses are unique and different. I wonder sometimes while watching them play, do cats enjoy their bell on collar?

What a pretty Cat Collar With Bell !

I hope you have enjoyed and found some value in what I have shared with you so far. I am very open to suggestions of what you would like me to talk about. This particular blog incorporates some of the keyword searches my blog has been found by so far. 


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Drawings of My Cats

These are a few pics I drew of my cats, I hope you enjoy them.

Winston & Em on the cat tree, Em's in the box

Emerald on top of the fridge

Molly, on the box; Emmy beside & Sassy are watching the Ravens

Ok, technically I drew them, first as pictures then as drawings with my picture software. What do you think of them?


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Sailor and the Ruined Castle, Con't

Fleet of foot, the dark, striped tabby dashed along the perimeter of the once mighty facade of the fortress and quickly gained its lowest rampart. Sailor leaped up the side and over; he was inside the ruined castle. Night was falling, it was already dusk when Sailor reached the enclosure that had once been his home. The odor was old but still present, a vague recollection of his matriarch still rested in the air. Infiltrating the quadrangle Sailor made a cursory search of the area, having being satisfied that all was well he curled into a ball and relaxed as the sun began its decent. He felt himself waiting, waiting for an answer; perhaps the sudden reappearance of his mother who was so long gone from him or a comforting sign from the 'something' that seemed to live here... As he waited, dusk deepened into evening and still there was no disturbance. Sailor slipped into sleep as night approached. 

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