Saturday, December 28, 2013


As another year ends, I reflect on my life, myself, my blessings, accomplishments and goals. I am blessed in many ways, and I know it. I thank God all of the time.

I thank Him for my wonderful husband of 32+ years, who has also been my best friend of 36+ years. Bill is everything I could hope for, and I am blessed by him every day. I look forward to the time he is home more, again. I miss him when he is on the road.

I am thankful for our humble home. I am thankful that it is in a rural area where I can still see wildlife from deer to foxes, eagles to swans, and many other critters that some people may never see. I thank God every time He shares a critter with me.

Our home is complete by having our FurKids to share it with. I cannot imagine a home without critters. Maggie P., Grizelda and Chloe Jo are our wonderful CatKids. Stella completed our home when we adopted her from Central Illinois Sheltie Rescue. We love all of our FurKids, as they fill our home with love.

I am thankful for my friends, some whom I have known for many years. You have supported me through some dark times, and celebrated with me through good times, too. You each mean a lot to me.

I am also thankful for each and every one of my blog followers. You also support me. I enjoy every one of your comments, as well as your blogs. I have shared life with you, and learned from you. You keep me writing and blogging. Thank you. I support you in that same spirit and feeling.

I hope to grow as a writer. I have published two books: Weeds, my poetry book, and Bedtime Tail, a children’s book. I am thankful for that achievement. I hope more people will read them and enjoy them, as well as my blog, McGuffy’s Reader.

I hope that my words will help speak to and for others. I want my words to help heal others who may be hurting. That is a goal I plan to keep. I try to be a voice for those who have no voice, for whatever reason.

I plan to continue my animal advocacy and rescue. I am passionate about animals and being their voice, too. They are God's creatures, and I know I am meant to be one of their caretakers. I try to learn, help them, and educate about them, their needs and their care.

My goals are to continue to grow, emotionally and spiritually. I am not perfect, I have flaws and faults. No one knows this more than I. However, I plan to keep learning and evolving, to become a better person. I want to be an asset to others, someone who will make a positive difference in the world. I care.

I don’t need much or ask for much. I am happy with what I have. I am blessed in many ways, and I know that. I thank God always, and I hope He will make me a blessing to others.

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Merry Christmas!

The Twelve Days of Christmas
(with John Denver & The Muppets)

From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were forced to practice their faith privately. This carol was written as a catechism song for young Catholics. It was symbolic, so that children could identify with them and remember the meanings.

1. The partridge in a pear tree was Jesus Christ.
2. Two turtle doves were the Old and New Testaments.
3. Three French hens stood for faith, hope and love.
4. The four calling birds were the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke & John.
5. The five golden rings recalled the Torah or Law, the first five books of the Old Testament.
6. The six geese a ‘laying stood for the six days of creation.
7. Seven swans a ’swimming represented the sevenfold gifts of the Holy Spirit Prophesy, Serving, Teaching, Exhortation, Contribution, Leadership, and Mercy.
8. The eight maids a-milking were the eight beatitudes.
9. Nine ladies dancing were the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit-Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness,
Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self Control.
10. The ten lords a-leaping were the Ten Commandments.
11. The eleven pipers piping stood for the eleven faithful disciples.
12. The twelve drummers drumming symbolized the twelve points of belief in the Apostles' Creed. 

~Merry Christmas~
May you receive many blessings this Christmas and holiday season, and may the Christmas spirit remain in your heart to bless you & your loved ones all year. 

I will be taking time to spend time with Bill. He is home for Christmas, after six weeks on the road. This is his first holiday at home in a few years. I will be reading posts, but may not be able blog much while he is home. Please understand. I will be back at posting & commenting regularly with the new year.  

Finally, I sincerely thank you each for your continued support. I have made some wonderful friendships and met some kindred spirits through blogging. You are each an important part of McGuffy's Reader. I wish each & every one of you a very Merry Christmas, filled with much love & peace. God bless you and your loved ones.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

A Visit from Saint Nicholas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blixen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. 
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

~Clement Clarke Moore, 1823~

Monday, December 23, 2013

An Award

I am honoured that we were chosen for an award by peers whom we appreciate and enjoy. So, we brought out our award page and we will accept the honour. We received this award from our friends at The Cat on My Head. Like most awards it has a few rules, and they are as follows:
1.  Provide a link to and thank the blogger who nominated you for this award
THANK YOU to Janet Blue and "The Cat on My Head Blog",
2.  Answer ten questions: I will answer these questions, as usual. Maggie is asleep, Grizelda is shy and Chloe Jo is…busy. Stella is happy with whatever I say and do.
1. Your favorite color? Green &  Blue. However, I seem to be strongly attracted to grey.
2. Your favorite animal? I love them all. I love cats & dogs, but I also am very attached to Coyote and Sandhill Crane.
3. Your favorite non-alcoholic drink? I don’t drink alcohol. I do drink a lot of water and milk.
4. Facebook or TwitterI am on Facebook, but I really think social media is just overwhelming! I think it can take up a lot of time and can (for me) be impersonal. I do like blogging, though. I really prefer personal interaction. 
5. Your favorite pattern? Plaid. I prefer solid colours, though.
6. Do you prefer getting or giving presentsI much prefer giving; I feel blessed when I can give.
7. Your favorite number? I love the number 3, followed by the number 8.
8. Your favorite day of the week? Sunday is a good day. Beyond being God’s day, it is also a day for  NASCAR & football.
9. Your favorite flower? I really love mums, though there are many flowers that I love.
10. What is your passionAnimals: animal welfare, advocacy, rescue, and bottle feeding kittens and bunnies. I also love reading and writing.
3. Nominate 10-12 (if possible) blogs that you find a joy to read.
4. Provide links to the nominated blogs and kindly let the recipients know they have been nominated. I would love to nominate everyone, but I realize some don't do awards. I have, and I haven't at times. I understand both choices. I appreciate all of you, anyway!
5. Include the award logo within your blog post.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Christmas Guest

A snow storm raged outside, but for Faith, it was just another Christmas Eve alone.

As she prepared her meager supper, she suddenly heard frantic scratching. When she opened the door, an old thin cat rushed in, ice crystals clinging to his long silver fur.

Sitting near the warmth of the fireplace, Faith shared her supper with the hungry cat. Afterwards, as she stroked the old cat in her lap, Faith gave thanks for the gift of her Christmas guest.

Story & Photo: McGuffy Ann Morris
Photo is Bob, my first Maine Coon

Word Prompt: Silver

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Another Other Reindeer

It isn't Olive, the other reindeer.
It is Maggie, the embarrassed cat.
She is pretty tolerant, even though she 
does not appreciate my sense of humour.

Don't forget to leave treats out
for the reindeer!

Merry Christmas!

Thursday, December 19, 2013

A Meowy Christmas

We have done the decorating.

& lots of cooking and eating. 

We have sung carols together.

We have tried hard to behave

and to be really nice to others.

We spend this special time 
with our friends & family.

Because Christmas is all about love!

To each & everyone...

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

A Winter Haiku

Morning after snow
joy awakens in the trees, 
squirrels and birds seek food.

Haiku #324 & Photo: McGuffy Ann Morris

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Grouch vs. Grump

The holidays can be stressful,
so here is some fun.
Cats and Muppets...

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Santa & Cats

Most everyone has a 
Christmas "Wish List".

Many even write letters to Santa,
letting him know our wishes.

We try to be good, so Santa 
will grant our wishes.

However, it isn't always easy 
to behave and to be good!

Then we have to explain ourselves.
Here's hoping that all of your 
Christmas wishes come true!

Linked to: Cat Thursday


Penny was known for saving money that she received in her old piggy bank. Her friends would buy candy or trinkets with their money, but not Penny. She always insisted she was saving up for something special.

On Christmas, the collection plate was passed around the crowded church. When they took the offering up to the altar, Penny quietly joined them. With a smile on her face she carried her big heavy piggy bank, now full.

"...and a little child shall lead them."~Isaiah 11:6

Story: McGuffy Ann Morris
Image: Public Domain

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Happy Birthday...

Magnolia Pearl

Today Maggie is 6 years old.
When we adopted her, she was
one year old. She had just won 
her CFA Championship, and was
being retired from the "Ring".
She is a polydactyl Maine Coon.
These are her show pictures. 

Maggie loves looking out
the window, especially to
 watch any kind of storm.

Her favourite place to relax is 
in front of the bay window.

She is very easy to get along with,
and loves to get attention.

Sunbathing is a favourite hobby...

...of course, napping is, too.

She is the Queen of our home & hearts.

Happy Birthday, Maggie!
We love you, always!
~Mom, Dad, Stella, Grizelda & Chloe Jo~

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Sugar Plum

Tucked in their beds, Mattie and Aimee just couldn’t sleep. It was Christmas Eve! Whispering, they kept asking each other if they heard bells, or reindeer feet, or Santa “ho-ho-ho-ing”. Their mother kept calling to them to go to sleep or Santa would not be able to come. She reminded them that he knew if they were asleep or not, because Santa is magical.

Finally, Mattie drifted off to sleep leaving Aimee alone to toss and turn. She was just too excited to sleep. She crawled out of bed to listen at the door. All she heard was the late news on the TV, and Mom talking quietly to Grampy. Her grandparents lived downstairs.

Aimee got her special toy down from the shelf over her bed. The seal with the ball on his nose was her favourite toy. The ball could spin, and the seal looked so real.  Santa had brought it last year.

Suddenly there was a very loud knocking sound. It sounded like it was on the big front window in the living room. Aimee froze, thinking that was not possible. They lived on the second floor!

There was a lot of commotion in the other room after the knocking. Now Aimee was worried. Her mother was saying loudly that apparently Santa knew he could not come in. Children must still be awake. This time it was Gram who agreed, saying she would check on the children.

Gram came into the bedroom telling Aimee the sad truth. As she put the seal back up on his shelf, she explained that Santa only comes after children are dreaming sweet dreams. Then Gram kissed her good night, calling her “Sugar Plum”. She slowly closed the door advising Aimee to go to sleep, and that Santa would magically know. She reminded Aimee that when she woke up it would be Christmas Day! 

As Aimee turned onto her tummy in bed, eyes tightly closed, she wondered what a sugar plum was. She also wondered how Santa could knock on the big living room window!

Story: McGuffy Ann Morris
Image: Photobucket

Monday, December 9, 2013

The Second-Chance Dog

A Love Story

By Jon Katz

In this memoir, Jon Katz tells a story of love. At a time in his life when things were falling apart and he was especially vulnerable, things did indeed change. He met Maria, his human soul mate. He also met Frieda, Maria's dog.

This is the story of his relationship with Maria, and Frieda, who is very loyal and protective of Maria. As the relationships grow, Frieda must learn to adapt and find her place on the farm. Jon must find a way to help her.

Jon Katz understands dogs. He knew Frieda needed help. He dug into her past so he could understand her, and help her find her place on this farm. A Shepard/Rottweiler mix, she was bred to be a guard dog. Later she was abandoned and lived in the mountains solely by her own wits. Eventually, she was caught and held in a shelter, only giving her more reason to not trust people. Due to her distrust, she was destined to be euthanized. That was when Maria met her. She was determined to give Frieda another chance, and so she adopted her.

Very different than Jon’s dogs, Jon searches for a way into Frieda’s heart. He must help her with trust and love to feel she belongs on the farm. The journey is a difficult one for Frieda, Maria, and also Jon. Yet perseverance and love do conquer many adversities in life. They can save you and transform you; and they do. 

This is Jon Katz at his very best. I highly recommend this love story to those who love dogs, and also to those who love a story of survival and triumph.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

The Meaning of Christmas

Everyone is busy. People are decorating and baking. Many are spending time and money they may not really have, buying gifts big and small. People send cards to update their family activities and accomplishments. It is nice to catch up with loved ones, but where is Christmas? Where is the credit to God for what we have?

I cannot help but wonder: is the true meaning of Christmas being honoured? Are we celebrating and sharing it with others in these activities? Are we celebrating Christ’s birth and the reason for it? Are we giving proper credit to God? 

These are questions that I struggle with, because Christmas is in reality all about the birth of Jesus. This is the true purpose of the holiday. It is about God’s love for us, given to us through the birth of Christ. We are meant to share that peace, hope, and love. 

I posted this video last year, and I share it with you here. Merry Christmas.

Friday, December 6, 2013

"Our History"

I found this to be a thought provoking
and powerful video. I hope you do, too.