The Importance of FUN!

As a youngster, quite the wild little red tabby & white kitty youngster I might add, I did my very best to help my Mommy Mommas in any way possible, any way, especially if I got her attention.  

You see my Mommy Mommas LOVES her work and spends so very much time at her office desk.  Goodness gracious, thank goodness that desk is in our home or we would hardly ever never see our Mommy.

So I decided to help Mommy organize - what a thoughtful boy I was!  Well, actually, I thought if I help Mommy organize she will get her work done very much faster and have time for ME.  Yes, ME! So off to her desk I went to discover where I could be the most helpful.

Mommy Mommas Organizational
Methods - VERY rigid

Side Note: Pre-Tommy Thomas, kitties were NOT allowed on Mommy's desk. Well, I used Mommy's refrain of YES is the answer and broke down her rule.  It was gone, all gone!

Hmmm.....  those many bowls of paperclips, different kinds each in their very own bowl, caught my eyes.  Aaaahhh, they are rigid in their separate little cups and not able to have fun.  So, I learned how to use my paws to gather up clips from each and every bowl.  Then put them in a pile and MIXED, yes, mixed them up!  Wow, the clips were all so very happy and very grateful to have FUN!

You see, I know how important FUN is to every bit of life, not just playtime. Mommy was so very serious when she worked that she blocked her genius, yes she blocked her genius.  By freeing the paperclips, I knew I brought FUN to her desk that could unblock her genius.

Tommy Thomas Organizational
Method - Very FUN, very
creative for working!

Goodness, goodness was I surprised when my Mommy go mad at my ingenious Tommy Thomas Organizational Methods. At first my plan backfired, oh was I not happy.  But I reflect off of Mommy's persistence so I made sure her clips always had FUN. Yes, I did and braved her sharp tongue, sometimes even with the TONE.   Oh, then I would stop for a bit - the TONE is very serious and I do listen.

Another FUN trick I learned was to help Mommy type on her computer.  I would stand next to her and bite her fingers as they moved so quickly on the keyboard. YES, success - Mommy would laugh and laugh, thus freeing her genius. Then, goodness then goodness, she started letting her clips have FUN. Yes, she did!

Success, the Tommy Thomas Organizational Methods were a success. Mommy started letting herself have FUN while she worked and I got more attention.  I cannot say my Mommy worked less, but she sure got more done when she let it be FUN!

 

Now Mommy ends many of her e-mails with Have FUN!  Yes, success!! Remember FUN is very, very important in EVERY part of your life.  Future tales will go deeper into FUN.  Meow Weow!

Furry, Furry Chatter - VERY Important!

Kitties chatter in  many, many ways - sometimes for whatever and often for very important, very important whispers (OK, I must admit at times, shouts) to our human pals.  Remember us kitties, furry furries,  only reflect off the energy, the emotions, of the human pals who we love so much. Mechanical, yes very very mechanical, is our furry, furry existence underneath our personality cloaks. 


You see there is a Universal Law:  Like Energy Attracts Like Energy.  So the furry, furry realm has no choice but to be a reflection of their human pals, no choice.  Yet we do get a very, very fun choice in the personality cloak worn while a furry, furry.  Oh, Oh, how much fun we have deciding upon our cloak before we POP into our furry, furry. Goodness, yes!


Very few, really none, of those in a furry furry are part of the animal realm - no not in these very important times.  The Honchos of the Intergalactic Realms (humans tend to call them Arch Angels, Ascended Masters, I AM Presences to name a few) send a bit of themselves into a furry furry to bring LOVE, simple Truthful Love, to Humans they Love so very, very much.  For this reason, it is very important, very important to listen to your furry furry's chatter.


Furry Furry chatter may come in felinish (kitty language heard with second hearing - humans call it telepathic or clairaudient) - yet it is a talent, yes a studied talent, to hear felinish chatter.  So most furry, furry chatter is by action taken to get their human pal's notice.


Mommy Mommas gave her YES to use a very fun furry, furry action to explain what I am stammering about.  You see a few years ago, Mommy had what she considered a very non-nice happening in her work realm.  Our Mommy knew it was a gift, not a fun gift, yet a treasure all the same.  So Mommy kept her heart open and took action based in Love.  It was amazing, amazing!


Yet parts of Mommy were very, very angry - not one bit happy with those who gave her the gift.  Mommy did her best to ignore those pesky aspects.  They were not to be ignored.  It was time for furry, furry ACTION!


WARNING:  Sailor language about to transcribe to keep truthful with our Mommy's colorful chatter.


One night Mommy Mommas came home to find Buddy Hambone, the current King of the Home (the oldest) had taken a big "dump" on her bed right where she sleeps.  Goodness, gracious Mommy was not happy to find the dump, especially so late at night.  Yet determined not to change the bed sheets that very night, Mommy committed to clean-up the dump with Sacred Heart energy.  Mommy breathed deep, very deep and sent the dump LOVE.

Little "M" - loves to pose
for Mommy & her camera

Then Mommy went to get the cleaning tools.  As Mommy walked, Little "M" (the Big "M" is Arch Angel Michael) barreled down the hall almost tripping Mommy.  Little "M" leaped into the sink in front of Mommy and PEED - Yes, Little "M" urinated (human word) right there in front of Mommy.  I do believe Mommy said something like "What the F..K" - yes, that is Mommy, true Mommy!


Determined not to put clean sheets on her bed, Mommy stayed in her Heart (oh, we so very proud of Mommy) as she went to pick-up the dump.  So VERY in her Heart, Mommy picked-up the dump with nary a mess left on the bed.  Mission Accomplished!!!


Now back at the sink, Mommy looked in the mirror and asked WHAT? The Big "M" clearly said " You feel SHIT on and you are PISSED".  Mommy broke into such laughter.  Yet she knew it was time to say Hello to the anger so she could say Good-Bye to it.


You see, your Furry, Furry friends are your HEART pals - here to help and LOVE you.  It may be a good idea to look beyond what you think is the obvious.  To quote Mommy "SHIT is not always shit"  Meow Weow!


Note - see older posts if you are a bit confused.

I AM PhenTOMenal!

I AM a red tabby kitty so Mommy found
this tail for my Tommy Thomas Tales.
HELP:  an illustrator to keep Mommy
from finding more images like this one

Goodness, goodness gracious, my Mommy Mommas is keeping her promise and sitting down this evening to transcribe yet another one of my Tommy Thomas Tales. This tale is about our one, and only one, BIG spat.  Oooh, it was not fun for me nor for Mommy.  Yet now neither of us remembers why we were so very mad at each other.  Hmmm.... I must admit that my stubborn streak may have contributed to our spat.

Very rarely will Mommy Mommas pull "human" on her kitty family - this means she ranks and we must abide by her rules.  On that very evening of our spat, Mommy pulled the big, big "human" and I was so very unhappy as was Mommy.  We went to bed in a scowl and I spent the dark hours in the main room, NOT with Mommy on her bed.

In the wee hours of the dark, Mommy awoke and came to find me.  Very quietly she laid beside me and told me how much she LOVED me, she was sorry we had a spat. Note Mommy did not say she was sorry, no not my Mommy!  Hmmm... maybe, just maybe, my stubborn streak is a reflection of Mommy's, may we say, stubborn streak?!

Another image Mommy found

My heart was on fire with explosive love - I had never felt such a surge of major love before.  Never. All of a sudden I stood up, tail straight up, and told Mommy "I AM PhenTOMenal!"  My tail began flicking back and forth with excitement.

For the very first time I understood I AM - this means I for the very first time I glimpsed the real me, the one without a furry, furry cloak and who knows I AM ONE WITH ALL THAT IS.  Goodness Gracious, this is BIG stuff, very big.

Sometimes spats are the gateway busters, the gateway busters to new dimensions - that is what happened to Mommy Mommas and me on that very evening.   Just this very moment I understand it was the very first step for The POP from My Furry, Furry.  Oh, goodness gracious, what a realization.

So the next time you have a spat with someone you love so VERY much, remember it may just be a gateway buster, something really, really BIG. That is all for now - Meow Weow!

The POP from my Furry Furry

At 8:00 p.m. on the 9th day of the 10th month in the 11th year of 2000 I POPPED from my furry furry (see note 1>).  Goodness gracious was I surprised - it was so sudden, so sudden.  There was my furry furry on Mommy's bedroom floor without me, what humans call "dead".

The only picture Mommy Mommas
has of me, except the one took after
the POP - she is such a Scorpio

Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, my Mommy Mommas was due home and would find out I was no longer a furry furry.  I was very, very concerned as I know how much Mommy Mommas LOVES me - she took special time with me earlier in the day to tell me how much she loved me and so very much appreciated me being here with her.  Now she was going to be shocked and distraught - I was VERY concerned.

When Mommy found my furry furry and realized I was gone - she screamed and screamed.  I have never heard my Mommy cry the way she did, she was even having trouble breathing she was so very upset.  There was nothing I could do to comfort my Mommy Mommas and I felt very, very sad.

Yet Mommy knows my leaving is a celebration, a validation she has entered through the Gateway.  For so very long, Mommy has lived near the doorway and now she is through the Gateway.  My furry furry job was done and my role will continue from other dimensions.

The next morning I told Mommy about the POP and how exciting the experience was for me.  I let her know "The Crew" (Mommy's close pals - AA Michael, Jesus (she calls him Jessie), Isis and so many others)  did not tell me about the pending POP and I was so very surprised.  I told Mommy my POP was a huge celebration.

Mommy Mommas transcribed my
POP tale on top of Woody Gap -
she is fast, it only took 15 min

Very nicely, Mommy asked me to be quiet for a couple of days.  She told me that she missed me very, very much and it was important for her to grieve and move through her sorrow.  I honored Mommy's request, even though it took much restraint on my part.

Today, on the week anniversary eve of my POP, Mommy Mommas said she would be very happy to transcribe my POP tale.  I love my Mommy so very, very much and know she is soaring.  So much fun is in store for us.

The Tommy Thomas Tales door is open and I am so very excited to tell my tales.  Meow Weow!

Note 1>  Dudley, the High Level Intergalactic Furry Furry Alien, coined the term Furry Furry to refer to the times when he was in his kitty body.  Now the Mommy Mommas household uses the term Furry Furry to mean both the physical body and experience.  A separate Tale will give many more details.
Note 2>  If you are very confused, it may help to read the very first blog post, The Tommy Thomas Tales:  An Introduction

The Tommy Thomas Tales, An Introduction

Meow Weow!! My name is Tommy Thomas. I am a red tabby and white short-haired kitty cat who lives in Atlanta, Georgia with my Mommy Mommas. My home is filled with lots and lots of kitties, all of whom were homeless and “rescued” by our Mommy Mommas. We all have great stories, but I am the first one to come forward to tell my tales, The Tommy Thomas Tales.


When I decided to tell my tales, my Mommy Mommas was so excited and told me that she would help me in any way possible. Mommy has told her friends my tales for a very long time and they were so happy others would now be able to also enjoy my tales.


As my paws are clumsy on the keyboard, my Mommy agreed to transcribe my tales from Felinish (kitty language) into English. Mommy and I communicate telepathically ~ that means she knows what I am thinking and I know what she is thinking. The only problem is that I think in Felinish and sometimes Mommy is “creative” in her translation to English. What is a boy to do with such a creative Mommy?!


Remember that every kitty has their very own and very important tales. If you ask your kitty to tell their tales, I am sure they will be so very happy to do so. They will even teach you how to translate Felinish into English ~ just be patient as learning a new language takes time and practice.


I hope that you enjoy my tales as much as I enjoy sharing them with you. Meow Weow!!