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The Lone Tree

I saw a tree,
A lonely tree,
Brittle, broken, beaten down.
Just sitting there,
Looking at me,
Heck, I’ll take a picture.

I apologize for my hiney-cringing poetry writing attempts and any emotional scarring as a result. Maybe I should just stick to photography. Or maybe not even that.

The Lone Tree

Photography

A Good Day

Sunshine and blue skies make me smile. And go exploring the fields and pastures near my house.

In The Fields

I love finding a little beauty to add to my day.

Misadventures, Photography

Do Cats Lay Eggs?

We used to have a cat in our previous house. He’s called Scottie. Well, technically, he wasn’t ours because he belonged to the neighbour. We just adopted him as our own because he ate and slept in our house everyday. He definitely loved us better by periodically bringing us gifts of dead birds and mice. Apparently that’s how cats tell you they love you. Why they think you would like the carcasses of dead animals I have no idea. Sometimes he plays with his food when he brings in live mice and that’s when we scream in horror.

And no, he doesn’t get his stock of live mice from anywhere in our house if that’s what you’re thinking. He’s an outdoor cat, wild but domesticated. And he eats too much.

Scottie the Fattie

He was big, he was fat, he was Scottie the fat cat. My dad doesn’t like pets so my sister and I were delighted to have him. And we loved him. We even called him Scottie Moh. But I’m not really here to talk about him. Onwards to my story.

I was once asked by a lady to give her very lovable 5 year-old son some English tutoring. Having starred as the son, Tam, in Aberdeen’s production of Miss Saigon, I knew that he was an extremely bright and intelligent boy. Almost too smart for me but I was so proud to teach him. I was now imparting wisdom to our younger generation, our next world leaders, our top experts in technology and innovation, the future of society as we know it! I’m getting ahead of myself.

In any case, he saw Scottie one day and was bridled with pressing questions. The conversation went something as follows:

Sharon?

Yes?

When is your cat going to lay eggs?

I could barely contain myself from exploding with laughter at the cuteness that is the inquisitive mind of a 5 year-old.

Well, cats don’t lay eggs. They have baby cats called kittens.

“So when is your cat going to have baby cats?”

“Scottie can’t have baby cats sweetie; he’s a daddy cat. Only mommy cats can have baby cats.”

“So then when will Scottie have a mommy cat?”

“I don’t know, I suppose when he finds one. Though I think he’s quite happy on his own just now. But let’s finish up that page you’re on and we can take a short break, alright?”

(After a few minutes)

Sharon?” *frowns with a quizzical look on his face*

Uh oh. “Yes? Are you stuck on something?”

How does the mommy cat make baby cats?”

My mind froze. I wanted to defect to Haiti. Or participate in an expedition to catch the world’s biggest spiders. I would rather measure the rectal temperature of a cow. Well, not really. But I was not ready to talk about the “birds and the bees”, even if it is in reference to cats.

The mommy cat’s tummy gets big, then eventually the kittens come out. Now finish your spelling and you’ll get your favourite jelly beans. Sound good?”

Oh yeah!”

So I managed to wiggle my way out, even if it was with a dumb answer and candy temptation. The question was never repeated and I could breathe again. Whew. Who knew an innocent question about cats laying eggs could lead to a where-do-babies-come-from scenario. I should have told him to ask his mom. I will have my guards up next time, I will be better prepared. What am I saying, there will be no next time.

If my kids ever ventured to ask anything of the sort, their daddy can take their questions. While I sit and watch in glee as he squirms to answer them. With a big tub of popcorn.

And all this would never have happened if it wasn’t for the one and only Scottie. I still love you. And you are still the world’s best cat.

Scottie

Photography

I Love Close Ups

I have always loved photography. I carry a small Canon camera with me everywhere I go. My trusty IXUS 300 in a sexy black. There have been far too many incidents where I had the perfect photo op but want to kick myself when I realize a camera is nowhere to be found. The thought of life passing swiftly by as I desperately try to cling onto the memories is too disconcerting that I need a means of freezing every instant out of time. Yes, I am hugely and overly sentimental. I also keep every movie ticket and other seemingly insignificant scraps of paper to stick into my old-falling-apart scrapbook. Nothing escapes me. I am cheesey like that.

But I also do love taking close up photos of very random objects. This was by the harbour where people tied their boats to the pier so they don’t mysteriously float away and disappear into the unknown. At least that’s what I think would happen, I make things up. I’m not too great at naming my photos though and the best I could come up with for this is The Knot. So original and creative. So not.

Aha get it? Not Knot. I can’t believe my lame humour surfaced so soon and I gave myself away. I should get back to doing the laundry. Till next time! If you come back.

The Knot