The Cat on my Head...I mean the Cats at the end of my bed and everyday is cat day. Whichever?! love it

The Cat on my Head

And

Athena Cat Goddess Caturday Art

I only know how to use my camera edit on my phone for art. Are there any free apps that you guys like to use for caturday art? 

If I take another funny picture I will add to this post sometime today. So for now, Let's just enjoy the memory of rest and peace that we had on Caturday 🎨 for a Sunday 🤳 too.

Much love,

Heidi-writestuff4u2c.com

SENHAI SATURDAY JUNE 28, 2025

 SENHAI SATURDAY WITH MOONWASHED MUSINGS

Moonwashed Musings asks us to join in creating a haiku and a senryu for this post. We use the above picture for inspiration. You can join by clicking the link above.

The smell of the grass

Sun-kissed are the mountains, heat

Dirt and rock the earth

FOR YOUR EYES ONLY, SIX-SENTENCE STORY PROMPTS #3

 

"Wait a minute," the goddess said. "Stop running away from me."

All of us watched in amazement as we froze in silence and stillness.

 Her flowing gown seemed to glow in the pitch darkness that once again enveloped the room. 

It was immensely freezing, which stiffened our bodies along with our fear.

What would she do to us if we didn't do as she said?

You could hear a pen drop in that room from the silence of what happened next. 

I noticed the trim of her flowing gown had an accent of gold, or was it silver?

Either way, her gown impressed me so much that I began to admire her beauty...starting with her hair which seemed iridescent in the glow of her extreme composure, or maybe awe was the word to describe what I felt in her presence, yes awe was a part of her beauty and mystery, I think.

What started out as fear of the goddess of Nair became almost like a spell that she was binding on us, pulling our energy into her dominance.

We were hypnotized by her eyes; she was trapping us like a snake was being guided by music, she would mesmerize us, gain our trust, to be sure the owner knew about us in here while he popped popcorn in the lobby.

I tried to scream, so someone outside the room could hear me, with no sound coming forth through my mouth, nor was I able to move, I'd be stuck here in this room with these people, forever so it seemed.

Unless I were strong enough, if I could acquire any strength over the goddesses' power over me, if I could turn my eyes away from her, then I could break her hold over me, but how?

WRITTEN FOR: girlie on the edge-six-sentence story

A QUOTE PULLED FROM GIRLIE ON THE EDGE POST: 

“Writing means sharing. It’s part of the human condition to want to share things – thoughts, ideas, opinions.” – Paulo Coelho

 

THANKFUL THURSDAYS

I know I say this all the time but I am so thankful for my cats. They are my peace. For example Monti lays on my pillow last night after I was having a restless night. I don't remember anything else after that. I fell asleep. Tux rolls for me to rub his belly in complete trust. Normally Tux is at the end of the bed at my feet. Monti sits on my walker at the end of the bed (other side).I use that to have a seat for me to surf the channels on the tv for my husband.Pinterest Link

I am also thankful for my blog friends. I may never meet you guys but I feel like I already know you. Seeing a new blog post from you or participating in our blog hops and weekly prompts means a lot to me.