M is for Moonie

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My first sighting of Ms Moonie was in September 2015.  I had just resigned from my position at the University of Sydney. I had just moved to a new neighbourhood. I was adrift in a tsunami of change.

It was fate that our paths crossed. You caused me to stop dead in my tracks and appreciate the small things. When I was in your company, nothing else mattered. I could whether any storm.

Moonie epitomised all things cat, her take it or leave it cat-ittude, her pleasure-seeking ways, her pout, her purr, her petite figure, her pink grumpy cat colour, her Siamese sexiness.

Then and there I declared my desire to come back as a cat in my next life.

I fell head over heals in admiration. I began to question my loyalty to Flora.

So frequent were my facebook snaps of Ms Moonie, that questions such as ‘ Have you got another cat?’ ‘ Who has stolen your heart?’ began to feature.

But Flora had my heart. Always.

Moonie just escorted me along Abermarle Street, Newtown each day. Intent on seeing me onto the bus, the train. She had Flora and my best interests at heart, ensuring I did the daily 9-5 so I  could afford my rent, continue to by top shelf cat food.

My adoration of Moonie, was always about Flora.

It has been a year since Ms Moonie and I were neighbours. And I miss her encouragement, her purr, her presence. I have been back on numerous occasions, keen to a catch-up, only to be disappointed.

But the good people of Abermarle Street, know me well and keep me updated of her movements, on occasions when my smile turns upside down when a visit proves fruitless.

Ms Moonie – you really are just too cool. If there is an afterlife, I vow to model my second coming on all things you.

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A is also for Alice

 

Alice Boo Boyle

Alice Boo Boyle

And then came Alice Boo Boyle.

And the adoration of all things feline amplified.

Alice Boo Boyle lived all of her 9 lives and then some. She parted ways with the world but five years ago,  a fine vintage, aged 18 years, 9 months.

Alice Boo Boyle lived as she loved.

Her love of puffed wheat cereal, brocoli, pasta, corn on the cob was legendary. As was her love of food generally. The seal on our family fridge replaced not once but twice as she clawed her way into the ice box in search of …well…anything!

Alice was a cat to which poetry was penned. A cat to which new music was composed and performed. A cat who brought together the community for milestone birthdays, her 10th and her 18th.

When Alice passed from this life to the next, I was five years into my love affair with a cat that was all mine, Flora Boyle. If I’m honest, Flora was Alice and Alice was Flora.

There were trips South, with Flo in tow and these two black beauties would face off in the family home! But Flora was Alice, Alice Flora – in each other they saw their themselves. And they simply purred*

A post written in 2012 when Alice Boo Boyle. as Albert had done 18 years earlier, cashed in her one way ticket to heaven.

Sums it all up, all 18 years, 9 months of adoration, love and respect for the cat that built upon Bert Boyle’s legacy :Alice Boo Boyle Obituary

* not really true – it just read so well!

A is for Albert

Nan and I ( with Albert the cat)

Albert, Nan and Me

Albert Boyle

The first cat I ever loved with my whole heart.

He loved me back too.

My Father, many years after Albert passed away, stated that we had a cat in our family to absorb teenage angst and frustration. This disclosure may explain the fact why Albert booked a one way ticket to heaven as I neared the tender age of 13. Good old Bert had seen the writing on the wall, it was time to go!

Albert was much-loved. He loved the other Boyle pets as much as I did – though his love crossed a line.

Our budgie Bruce, allowed to fly freely around the house one afternoon, had his fate sealed when Albert emerged from the garage to play catch and kiss ( of death) in the lounge room.

My pet mouse Mushroom, brought from Corrimal Pet store for 50c, handed over by my Mother on a shopping expedition – ‘ I’m going to buy a paddle pop!’

Poor Mushroom, who escaped her cage, and went missing for a number of weeks, only to return ‘home’ pregnant. Babies delivered safely, Mother Mushroom proud as punch. Trusty Bert joined in the celebrations, gobbling them up during a 3am feed.

Albert Boyle you broke my heart on a number of occasions.

But the little tears mended with ease when your perfect purr started up, or your simply stared cross-eyed in my direction.

You paved the way for Alice Boo Boyle to come bounding into the family. But this post is yours. You will always be my number one, the holy grail of all things cat.

 

Breakfast Lust Story

 

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I was to devote the month of September to all things feline….but today I found myself in one of my favourite parts of Sydney and now feel compelled to recycle a post from 2012.

It seems a life time ago that I ate at Ruby’s Diner, Waverly….so after a morning of indulgence, bread buying and a massage in Clovelly, I did just that.

I have long had a love affair with the cafe….it inspired the story below. Every word is true. And the aftermath, the story passed onto the waiter, Jack’s comment and my disappointment.

But that was then and this is now – and the food, the coffee, the atmosphere is still on point!!

Catch Up With A Mate

A short story…about breakfast!

She had a crush on the waiter at her local café.

It was impossible not too.

He possessed a curly mop of hair, unruly, untamed, his skin was olive and he towered over her, she liked men who were taller than her.

Then there was his accent ( which she had from good authority was Canadian) and lastly, his confidence, self belief…that was what sealed the deal…this café kid was cool.

And he knew it….

She’d been frequenting this café on and off for the past month…always hopeful that her scrambled eggs with mushrooms on the side would be delivered to her table by him.

If this wasn’t the case, she didn’t mind…she had a back up plan….she would order two coffees, one at a time, thus increasing the odds of a brief encounter.

She loved his flirtatious nature…Or was it all in her head?

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Born Purring

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When I was born, my Mother and Father noted that instead of crying , I purred.

I was a happy baby, a happy toddler, a happy person.

Today is the first day of Spring, the start of new month and therefore a fresh start for September blog posts. This year I have set about writing nostalgic posts and recycling old content. This month I will solely dedicate to my love of all things feline.

I was born purring after all…..

The slideshow provides evidence that my love affair has been life long. The photo of my baptism candle depicts a girl with a clowder of cats at her feet. It sets the scene oh so purrectly. The flame burns bright for Albert, Alice, Flora, family cats who have shaped me into the person I am today. It flickers for the four pawed friends I am yet to meet.

As a one year old, I read books on cats ( see picture) . My reading buddy was Albert, the family Siamese. He was my childhood best fur friend.

As a 20 month old, I took to strangle hugging cats on farms ( see picture) I had so much love to give and cats were powerless to refuses my advances. Although the image implies death was not too far off for the tabby I like to say it was transfixed by love.

As a three-year old I lived abroad in Canada. Cats went weak at the knee’s when they heard my Aussie accent. Like putty in my hands, I was the mini Aussie cat whisperer. No Canadian cat was safe and I had lots of love, and strangle hugs to give.

My life long love affair with all things felines is a sure thing, just as the sun rises each morning. There is much to written about and I have 30 days ahead to do just that.

I was born purring after all……

 

Why DID the Chicken Cross the Road?

Because I thought August 2017 ended yesterday – 30 days has September, April, June and November ALL the rest have 31….I can now post one final recylced post.
August 2017…the month that. will.not.end.
Be done with you I say!!
But till then, a tale from the Eastern Suburbs, 2015 about the infamous Clovelly Road Chicken and the lesson to be learnt from the bird that dared to walk the roads.

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Back in 2010, the infamous Clovelly Road chicken crossed the road, and ultimately found itself lost. Silly, silly bird. But fear not, for the Clovelly road chicken was fortunate to met a kind human, who threw poster form, attempted to reunite bird with owner.

Clovelly Road Chicken circa 2010 Clovelly Road Chicken circa 2010

Fast forward to 2015, and I too am crossing the road. Many of them, from East to Inner West. Like the Clovelly Road chicken all those years ago, who threw caution to the wind, flew the coup so to speak…it’s time for change and taking chances.

This chick is packing up her Eastern Suburbs pad and moving on….Whilst unlike the Clovelly Road chicken, I have a destination, in so many ways our decision to cross the street is identical.

In road crossing, we are daring ourselves to seek out a better life. We are no longer content with routine, we are restless…

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Ode to Ben Quilty

Last night on the ABC 7.30 report, the story of an art teacher, Mariah Calman, whose engaging teaching style is shaping young lives. Her presence and influence capturing the attention of one of our countries most civic minded artists – Mr Ben Quilty.

A perfect post to round out a month of recyled blog entries.

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There is so much thanks to bestow upon Australian Archibald prize winner & Official war artist Mr Ben Quilty.

A recent guest on ABC television show, Home Delivery with Julia Zemiro- Ben came across as a great artistic talent, intellect and humanitarian- wearing his heart on his sleeve, sensitivity ozzing from every pore.

My Mum commented post show, in one of our almost dayly phone catch ups that she felt ‘ He looked tired’. She attributed this tiredness to Ben’s friendship with Bali Nine prisoner, Myuran Sukumaran and the suffering he endured whilst campaigning to save his life, grief experienced upon his execution.

According to my Mum, the loss of his mate had ‘Aged him’. I agreed. I felt that Ben had as an artist, more importantly, as human being, had suffered deeply for his art, his beliefs, his values. His genuineness, personable nature & belief in the inherit goodness…

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CUWAM: An open letter to NYC city and the blind date birthday

As another birthday approaches, I cast my eye back to my most memorable celebration to date – the blind date birthday dinner in NYC 2011. As recycled blog posts go, this one will always bring a smile.

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This entry will not do justice to the birthday party NYC put on for me….24 hours spent in the city, which lavished me with gifts from a fantastic meals, museum visits,  coffees, cocktails, gin and tonics, subway rides, one in a life time meetings with friend I never knew I had, the kindness of strangers, the smiles, the laughs, the sunshine and an rain drops and the overwhelming messages of love that greeted me when I logged onto my face book account.

The decision was made back in May, when I knew I would travel during the year, that NYC was the only place I wanted to be when another digit would be added to my biological age….A place where anything would be possible, and I knew that whatever presented itself to me that day would be treasured, both on that day, and for the many that would hopefully follow….So…

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The Man in Black

Thinking back to all the wonderful holidays I have had – and a good number of them have been in Bali. I’ve been lucky enough to attend the Ubud Readers and Writers Festival twice as a volunteer. And each time I’ve been swept up by the magic of the written and spoken word, the humidity, the heat, the hospitality that is uniquely Bali…

A post from 2012 worth revisiting…..

Catch Up With A Mate

I sat in the audience at Indus Restaurant, Ubud, Bali….it was hot, humid and their was a general buzz of excitement in the air.

A crowd of 200 people had gathered for ‘ An Evening with Nick Cave’, part of the 2012 Ubud Writers and Reader’s Festival line up.

I felt a  fraud, an impostor….I was neither fan nor friend of Mr Cave….I had never understood the allure, listened to an albums, read a book or followed him in the press.

Yet I was in the audience, sat amongst die-hard groupies, being who worshipped at the altar of St Nick….middle age women blushing at the very thought of an evening in HIS presence, grown men proudly wearing ‘ Pussy Riot ‘ t-shirts.

My general assessment of the situation was that the entire audience was on heat…for Mr Nick Cave.

And then there was me…nevously I wrote in my…

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Baby of Mine : Round Two

Any day now I will become an Aunty for the second time. My brother and his wife, parents of not one, but two precious people.

My niece’s excitement puts it perfectly ‘ I’m going to be big sister!’

It was just over two years ago that I was honoured with the title of Aunty. In that time I have grown into my role. I love hanging out with my mini best friend. Time stand still in her company.

A look back at a post from 2015, the most family friendly of tales…….

 

 

The most beautiful of gifts came my families way recently.

My brother and his wife became parents to a precious little girl, ever so tiny and perfect– Ms Ravyn.

Ravyn and I

Ravyn and I

And in an instant our worlds were turned upside down, changed for the better in every single way … I became an Aunt, my parents Grandparents, my brother a Father , my sister-in-law, a Mother.

Ravyn you are so loved, so precious and arrived just when we our family was looking for a new addition. Did you read our advertisement in the classifieds? You must have for you fit each and every criteria…it is truly uncanny!!

Boyle Family eagerly seeks new member

  • Desire to be loved unconditionally by a Mother and Father, Grandparents x 2, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Friends, Neighbours, Pets and the general public
  • Fond of cuddles, kisses and general affection
  • Able to cope with hours of attention ( due to your captivating nature and beautiful spirit)
  • A curious mind, creative streak and endearing sense of humour
  • A commitment to a lifelong love of cats
  • Eager to embrace fashion and latest trends
  • Ability to carry the burden placed on those who are deemed ‘ As cute as a button’

Applications to be received in person Thursday, April 16th

You simply blew all the candidates out of the water Ravyn….And in doing so, you secured your place in our family, in our hearts completely.

Welcome to the wonderful world of Boyle.

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