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Just Say Neigh, Oink, Moo

SOC winner 2017

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood and Linda Hill has decided to have fun with today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “on the farm.” Find a word that has a farm animal sound in it, i.e. sMOOth, and use it in your post. Bonus points if you include three or more. Have extra fun!   ___LGH

Hey Linda! Did you know your initials remind me of the word, laugh? Okay, then farm animal. I’ve always loved horses and had one of my own in my early twenties, but I have not been close to a horse in about a year. I’ll be going to Ashton Farm in June for some horse energy! But neigh reminds me of neighborhood.

I like my neighborhood. Some days, I love it. The houses were built in the forties and need some work. Mine needs a lot of work…. but the neighborhood has plenty of old trees and is quiet most of the time. It’s not perfect, we do occasionally get suspicious activity in a house down the street or a dog running loose, but for the most part, it’s great.

I still want to find a house in the mountains some day, too. That’s very much in the dreaming stage. Dreaming about a house, a cottage in the woods. My house is a little urban cottage near the coast. Ahhh. Dreams….. I don’t want a homeowners association fee though and all those rules. Neigh, not for me. Unless the house is otherwise perfect because anything is possible!

Love your neighbor as yourself means don’t forget to love yourself, too. That means I need some freedom to be me and let my yard go a little wild and woodsy. Not manicured. That’s just me. If someone asks you to do something that feels unhealthy or like you would be betraying yourself, then, just say neigh. Not for me. But what might be for me is bonus points if I can find two more words with farm animal sounds.

OINKER. My husband says he’s an oinker. Not that he’s fat, overweight is more PC, (Sorry. It’s SOC) though we’ve both gained a few pounds since we got married. Here’s what he means by oinker:







Did you know that pigs are more intelligent than dogs? I’m tempted to say, that’s why I don’t eat them. But I have to come up with one more animal sound/word. So I’ll go with something easy.

Moon, Moon, I love the moon. Do cows ever howl at the moon? I guess they’d moo at the moon. I bet it’s happened.

While she was jumping

over the moon,

she mooed.

Wouldn’t you?

I don’t eat cows either. I’m never in the mood anymore for burgers. Don’t miss em. Never liked moon pies much. But dark chocolate, that’s calling me. Dark chocolate makes me want to howl at the moon.  Here’s a song about the moon by America. I had not heard it before now and stumbled upon it looking for “Blue Moon.” You never know what you might find.

For more farm animal sounds in the Stream of Consciousness, visit Linda’s post!

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!


Patience and the Kindness of Strangers


Moses is a feral cat who’s been hanging around our church for at least three years. I don’t know who started feeding him first. It could have been me, or it could have been Mary, or it might have even been our music director, Chris, who still says he doesn’t like Moses, but who feeds him the most, and who worries about him the most.

For the first year we fed Moses, he wouldn’t let us get within a few feet of him. If we came too close, he’d take off. During a ridiculously cold spell, Mary and her husband, BW, put a styrofoam cooler lined with a blanket out for him, and Chris found Moses sleeping there the next morning. The following winter, they built Moses a wooden house lined with styrofoam.


Over the past couple years, a few of us at church worked to gain his trust by gradually moving closer. In time, he got to the point of letting us be as close as we wanted as long as we didn’t try to touch him. If we reached toward him, he’d bolt. But in recent weeks, Moses has accepted pieces food from our hands, and Mary has been able to pet him ever so gently while he eats.

Moses has always looked scraggly and has been losing weight in spite of a good appetite. This past Sunday, he seemed lethargic and let Mary pet him more than usual, even without food as an incentive. Mary made a decision to try to wrap him in a towel to take him to the vet. He wasn’t too happy at first, but Mary held him firmly and was able to bring him into the parish hall. She sat down in a chair, holding Moses firmly in the towel which did little to block the moisture that seeped through as Moses peed on her.  It’s a good thing Mary is patient and loves cats.

We found out the animal clinic connected to a large pet store was open on Sunday and decided to take our chances that they’d see us as a walk in. I drove Mary’s car while Mary held Moses. Even though the vet was dealing with an emergency patient, they agreed to work us in. We waited for quite a while and chatted with others in the waiting room who asked about our snugly wrapped feral cat.

When we got into an exam room, we were told it would still be a while, as the vet was still busy with the emergency. Mary let Moses go and he found a cool hiding place on the floor and drank some water from a bowl. We noticed he had a bad place on his mouth we hadn’t seen before. It looked like some tissue was missing from his upper lip.

After about 30 minutes, the vet came in. She listened to what history we had about Moses, and we warned her that he would not be cooperative. The young, confident woman got down on the floor and introduced herself to Moses, then she calmly caught him by the scuff of his neck, like a mama cat would, (not recommended for amateurs) and put him on the exam table.

Then, Moses let her pet him. He settled down and didn’t struggle. He even purred and “made biscuits” kneading a blanket on the exam table. We were amazed and dubbed her a cat whisperer.

IMG_4260 (2)Holding the back of his neck, the vet used a tongue depressor to open his mouth. (Also, not recommended for amateurs.) She said it looked like ulcers, but it could be cancer, and his teeth were not in good shape.


Thank you, Dr. Wallis!

The vet recommended blood work, IV antibiotics, and sub-cutaneous fluids. (In spite of his water bowl at church, he was dehydrated.) The blood work ruled out diabetes and some other problems but did not test for feline leukemia. There was only so much to be done in one unscheduled visit on a Sunday afternoon. But it was a start.

When we went to check out, we were informed that a woman we had talked to earlier in the waiting room had anonymously paid $40 toward our bill! How awesome is that?!

Mary and I each having multiple pets, and wanting to honor Moses, took him back to our church courtyard which he knows as home. When we let him go, he took off for the bushes. I checked on him the next day, and he let me pet him ever so gently while he ate his cat food.