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NaPoWriMo Poem 5 ~~ Sam

Here is my effort for NaPoWriMo for day 5.  This one is about my dog Sam. Many of you have heard of him before, and of course I have my Sam and Me comics. He’s a special little guy.

Hope you enjoy! Remember comments are always welcomed! Thank you


(c) JLPhillips 2013, Sam



Sam, Sammy, Sam the Man, he was heaven-sent

My buddy, my friend, my confident

He’s a tiny dog with a giant personality

I laugh, giggle and shake my head at his mentality

He begs for treats, looking oh so sweet

but quickly loses interest when he hears a birds tweet

he barks at planes and birds alike

to him they are all noisy things in flight

He steals the cat’s food

and ignores their hiss’ and boo’s

He’s a black and white bundle of love

who snuggles close in bed, even when I give him a shove

He hates being bathed and groomed

but attracts dirt like a mop or broom

He loves company and dances when they come

he knows they will give him treats

you see, he’s not dumb

My little 10 pounds of joy

is a good little boy

He loves me unconditionally and proves it each day

because he’s just made that way

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Sam and Me Comic ~~ First Sign of Spring

Here is a comic for Sam and Me. Last night we had the first sign of spring around our place. Sam wanted to go out and explore this so bad, but I wouldn’t let him. He pouted for hours. I’m pretty sure our nightly visitor wasn’t in my backyard, but I wasn’t taking chances in the dark.

(c) JLPhillips 2014
(c) JLPhillips 2014


***click picture to enlarge!

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The Cat People of Kagir Manor – Part 7

Hello people! Here is the last installment of the Cat People of Kagir Manor! Let us know what you think!



If you haven’t read the other parts you can find them here:

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Part 6

As light from the weak sun filtered through the window of the room, Michael rose and woke the other men. He gathered them in the back corner where he was certain they could not be heard from the bugs in the room. He explained to them just what was going to happen.

He told them what Kali had said and showed them the potion that one of them would be drinking to save his life. Roger was the most vocal and had to be calmed down several times by the others. It only confirmed Michael’s earlier thoughts about who was going to escape.

His other three friends agreed after some debate. Roger was in a bit of a snit because of their assessment of his…

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The Cat People of Kagir Manor ~~ Part 6

The Cat People of Kagir Manor ~~ Part 6


If you haven’t read the other parts you can find them here:

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

What was Kali warning him of exactly and why?

You have one opportunity to escape Michael, but only one of you will be successful. As a group you will have to make a difficult choice.”

Michael could imagine the ensuing conversation when he told the others what Kali imparted to him just now. He thought Roger was sure to go into a complete panic. The last thing they would want is a panicky man in a beige body suit, not a good sight at all.

Those of you who do not make it will become like me. Our lives are one of servitude Michael. We receive nothing but abuse from the Cats, some of us who have challenged their authority have met with horrible deaths.”

What happens when your time is up?” Michael asked.

As I said we are ’reborn’ as Catfranka likes to call it or if we are ‘stale’, we are thrown into the pit where the Cats draw lots to see who gets to kill us, and you’ve seen cats play with their prey Michael, it is not a pretty sight.” Kali shuddered at the thought.

When will all this happen Kali?”

Tomorrow is a ‘reborn’ day and I know there are at least five Purrs who will not be reborn. That means you five will become Purrs.”

With that being said, Kali led Michael back to his room and silently left again.

Michael lay down on top of his cot after Kali slipped away. His mind was full of questions and denials and fear. Fear for his friends, as he was the one who convinced them to come with him to this crazy Manor. Now what was he to do? How was he supposed to choose who lives and who dies?

Kali was quite firm in that only one of them were to live, only one of them was to escape this madhouse. Michael knew that he was not going to be the one to survive. He couldn’t do that to his friends. He would accept his fate as well as he could. If he had not been fascinated with the tale of the Witch they all would be safe at home, perhaps lifting a brew at the local hangout. Now he had a choice to make. One of life and death.

He thought of each of his friends with fondness. They had not blamed him for their trouble, except maybe Roger. But then Roger complained about everything. The others just took it in stride because they were mostly like Michael himself.

They made their decision and dealt with it the best they could. Roger though, was known for his complaints and over the top stories. Not that Roger was a liar exactly. Just that he liked to embellish his stories a bit too much. With Roger himself as the hero, of course. 

Michael’s mind suddenly clicked. He knew who he was going to save. Roger! The decision was really quite easy once he thought it through. Michael didn’t want someone who was going to tell what happened here and be believed! Why? Simple really.

If they were believed, Michael thought, they would search for the others. They would search for the Manor and Catfranka and Michael couldn’t let that happen! If Roger was the one that lived and he told his story, no one would believe him. No one would come searching. No one else would have to die.

As for him and his other four friends. People would simply think they had run off to the big city like they always threatened they would. Their families would miss them of course. They would even look for them, but not in the marsh and not in the woods where the Manor hid.


This story is a collaboration between Michael at Morpethroad and Jackie at To Breath Is To Write. It began when we realized our Friday Fictioneer stories


Had a common ground and decided to try our hand at writing a story from this base. So this is the fruit of our labors, a lot of fun and always a pleasant exercise.

Part 7 (which is the final part) continues tomorrow on Michael’s blog. Please come back! We also love comments so don’t be shy! Don’t miss the ending!

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The Cat People of Kagir Manor – Part 5

The story continues with Part 5 today!


The Cat People of Kagir Manor

Part 5


If you haven’t read the other parts you can find them here:

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part 4 –

After a short time, the door opened and in came the Purrs. They were pushing a large trolley on which was a variety of dishes, some steaming hot, others appearing to be cold.

They pushed the trolley into the centre of the room, then stood back as if expecting a rush to be made on the food.

The men looked curiously at the fare before them.

Never before had they seen food of this kind. The plates were adorned with foods of the brightest colours as if the chef had painted every dish a different colour.

Some appeared to be a meat of some kind, others were very vegetable in appearance and some were a food the men had never…

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The Cat People of Kagir Manor ~~ Part 4

If you haven’t read the other parts you can find them here:

Part one

Part two

Part three


The Cat People of Kagir Manor

With two Purrs either side of them, they were powerless to stop what was happening as the Purrs stripped each man of their clothing. As the Purrs removed the clothing of the men,  they chatted back and forth amongst themselves showing little interest in the men themselves, but more on getting the job done.

Stripped naked the men were taken into the bathroom and told to shower. Once clean they were taken back to their respective beds and dressed in their new garments.

Michael’s blue outfit, a one-piece body type suit, was a good fit but he was feeling very conspicuous in it. The other men were dressed in red, green, yellow, and an unfortunate beige on Roger but as Michael thought, Roger was a beige sort of guy.

As Phil, in red stated, “It could have been worse, they could have been hot pink.”

The Purrs, satisfied they had completed their tasks, then left the room, the door closing behind them with a resounding bang. The men in their colourful attire looked at each other. Forcing themselves momentarily to stifle laughter at each other’s appearance. They did each giggle at the sight of one another as none of the men could brag a physique that warranted being found in a body suit. Their own clothes had long disappeared while they were in the shower and so they could do nothing else other than wait the next development.

After the first few minutes of laughing at each other’s outfits a silence fell among the men. Phil, who was closest to the door, stepped over to it and quietly tried the handle. Just as he suspected it was locked. 

Motioning for the other four to follow him Michael walked to the farthest wall away from the locked door. Huddling together, Michael whispered, “I wonder what will happen next?”

Phil whispered back, “Why are we whispering?”

“They probably have the room bugged.” Michael answered softly, while looking around the room. 

“Camera’s too, I imagine.” Roger whined.

All five of the men looked around, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and just a bit frightened. They could see nothing obvious, but they were in a witches manor, so who knew what was real and what wasn’t.

Michael’s mind went to Catfranka, again seeing her beautiful face and long silver hair. He wondered how that hair would feel against his skin. Shaking the wandering thought out of his mind, he walked towards the door and knocked with the hope someone would answer.

There wasn’t an answer to the knock, but the men heard a slight whooshing sound behind them as a large TV screen opened against one wall. They unconsciously grouped tighter together as the screen flickered, then came to life. An old man’s faced loomed large on the screen. He didn’t look like one of the cat people; he looked human. 

“Good evening, gentlemen. I do hope you find your accommodations comfortable.”

The old man’s voice was strong, yet gentle. His aged face was deeply lined with wrinkles. His blue eyes were bright and youthful and full of intelligence. He looked like a kindly grandfather with steel-gray hair hanging just a bit long.

Phil spoke up first, “Who are you and why is our door locked?”

“My name is Shatar, I am Catfranka’s shaman. As for your door being locked, that is for your own protection, for now. Our people don’t trust humans, so until we determine you will not harm us, you will be quarantined.”

“Quarantined! I would think it is we who should be in need of protection! Not the other way around!” Michael spoke with righteous vigour.

Shatar smiled gently, “You are Catfranka’s honoured guests, you will not be harmed. Unless she states otherwise.”

Shatar waited a moment for the information he just shared to sink into the men.

You will stay in the room until such time as they determine your threat to them. Be patient, don’t do anything silly, a meal will be sent in to you very shortly.” With that said, his image vanished from the screen and the men were left alone.

Again, they huddled in the far corner whispering to each other.

It’s your fault Michael, you were the one to say we should come here.” said a disgruntled Roger.

It was clear, thought Michael, that the beige was too much for Roger and he was allowing it to get the better of him.

We were all curious,” said Michael, “There was never pressure for any of you to come. We are here now and we have to make the best of this situation, I don’t trust any of those cats, never been a big cat lover.”

The others nodded their acquiescence to their predicament except for Roger, who continued to grumble away to himself.


This story is a collaboration between Michael at Morpethroad and myself. It began when we realized our Friday Fictioneer stories


Had a common ground and decided to try our hand at writing a story from this base. So this is the fruit of our labors, a lot of fun and always a pleasant exercise.

Part 5 will continue the story tomorrow on Michael’s  blog. Please keep reading and we love comments!  Thank you.

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ Feb 7, 2014

Hello people! I’m earlier than usual with my Friday Fictioneer story, but I’m having a super busy week and I didn’t want to take the chance of missing it. It’s a hard one too this week, well for me it is. I really had to think about it.

If you would like to read more great stories based on the same picture or maybe participate, click here  to read the few rules we try to follow and don’t forget to read our hostess’s great story too! If you just want to read more stories, click here and enjoy!

One more thing, if you like FF’s, Michael from Morpethroad and I did a longer story based on a couple of our Friday Fictioneer flash stories. If you would like to read it, please click the name The Cat People of Kagir Manor and we would be happy to have you read it. Thanks!


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)




Copyright – Dawn M. Miller
Copyright – Dawn M. Miller


Genre: Fiction (99 words)

“That old hotel had some pretty good lamps left Helen.”

“Sure did Sam! We should make one more run, ‘fore it gets blown up today.”

“Was talking to those demolition guys yesterday. It’s not scheduled till 3 pm.”

“Lot’s of time left. We should stop for a burger first.”

After burgers and cokes Helen and Sam snuck unnoticed into the old hotel to grab the rest of their loot.

A few blocks away the demolition boss spoke to his men.

“I know its early Bill, but it’s all clear, might as well get it done.”

Minutes later the hotel was just dust and rubble.

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The Cat People of Kagir Manor – Part 3

Part 3 of the Cat People of Kagir Manor! This is an ongoing story Michael and I wrote. Please give it a read and let us know what you think! Part 4 coming soon! Thank you!



To catch up with the previous parts

With the echoes of Hotel California in his mind Michael turned to see his four friends all looking towards him as if seeking direction and god forbid, guidance.

There was a cat like utterance heard and suddenly there was movement in the room. The guests all went back to what they were doing before the men arrived. Michael and his friends became aware of a new movement in the room.

Around the perimeter of the room was a line of smaller cat like creatures. The men were later to learn that these were the servant class or the ‘Purrs’, which had its own irony, as they didn’t purr at all. They spoke in low squeak tones, a language that was unique to them. They were overseen by the one cat person who most intimidated Michael and his friends.

This was Silkis…

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The Cat People of Kagir Manor ~~ Part 2






The Cat People of Kagir Manor – Part 2

(If you haven’t read part one, you can read it here on Michael’s blog. (No relation to the character in the story)



And now here they were. Face to face with the Witch of Kagir Manor. She was as imposing as the legend said and she was at this very moment in his face.

 Her voice had an amazing allure to it. You couldn’t help but be drawn in by the tone in her voice. It was as if she was talking only to you and all you could do was allow her voice to wash over you.

 But more than that was the touching, her hands so lightly caressing and like the cat, she so resembled, she curled around you, her hands taking in every aspect of your shape. All the while she appeared to be purring, but it was more than that, it was spellbinding, they knew at that moment they were helpless against her.

 Catfranka, the witch, had a beauty that magnified the closer she got to you. Each of the men found themselves mesmerized by her.

 She had long flowing white hair, large cat shaped emerald eyes, fair of face and svelte of body. Long and lean, like the cats she favoured. Her disciples, the cat people gazed on her with intense devotion. Whether she put a spell on them or it was from the heart was undetermined. 

 As she walked away, Michael felt somehow abandoned, his heart beat fast and his eyes didn’t leave her.

 Catfranka walked slowly up the stairs on her right, the cat men flanking her. She stopped and turned and the men below her had to raise their heads to watch her. 

  “You will be my honoured guests. My people will show you to your rooms. Please, don’t be afraid, I mean you no harm.”

 She smiled a small smile that spoke volumes about her intention. On the one hand, benevolent, on the other you had the sense that this woman was not to be trusted.

 “If you mean us no harm, then why can’t we leave?” One of the men, Roger, asked.

 She stared at Roger, an insipid man, with her bright green eyes till he lowered his head. They all waited for her to speak. Michael was suddenly afraid for his friend. 

 Softly, with a purr tone resonating, she asked, “Do you want to leave?”

 There was a hush in the hall as all eyes were on Roger. They waited for what seemed like hours, but was just a minute or so. Finally, Roger raised his head once more.

 “No, I don’t think I do want to leave.”

 The smile that Catfranka let touch her lips was full of satisfaction. 

 “I didn’t think so.” 

 She turned and walked gracefully up the steps and through a door. Michael and his friends looked at each other and they all wondered. What next?


This story is a collaboration between Michael at Morpethroad and myself. It began when we realized our Friday Fictioneer stories


Had a common ground and decided to try our hand at writing a story from this base. So this is the fruit of our labors, a lot of fun and always a pleasant exercise.

Part 3 will continue the story tomorrow on Michael’s blog. Please keep reading and we love comments! Thank you.



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The Cat People of Kagir Manor – Part 1

Hello people!
Today I have a special treat for everyone! This is part one of a story Michael at Morphethroad and I have done over the last week or so. Give it a read and stay tuned for more all this week. It was a pleasure and an honor to work with Michael on this story. Hope you all enjoy our joint efforts!



Michael received this poster in his letterbox:



Kagir Manor

The 13th Anniversary of the Witch Of Kagir.

You and friends are invited to attend a special event.

Please assemble at the entrance to Kagir Manor Road, 6pm

Saturday 23rd.


Michael thought the brochure was special as it named him specifically. So he contacted the boys to tell them, inviting them over to show them his personal invitation.

They thought it was a great publicity gag that someone was throwing and as they had nothing else to do they organized to meet at the appointed time.

Their journey into the misty evening was to be marked by adventure. They like everyone in the town had heard rumours that Kagir Manor was the home of the Cat People, a myth they all thought, as there had never been any proof found to support this claim.

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Leave Your Shoes at the Door

This week’s Weekly Writing Challenge on WordPress  is from none other than our own esteemed Rara!

“This week, we’re asking you to consider things from a different point of view — to walk a mile in someone’s shoes. Leave your moccasins and bunny slippers at the door, and tell us a tale from a fully-immersed perspective that is not your own.”

Now, according to Rara, this perspective can be fiction or non-fiction. So for my story I am going fiction. Well, sort of fiction. I’m going to do a story with three different viewpoints as seen by my dog Sam and my two cats Pouncer and Notwen.  All three have very distinct personalities which I am going to try to capture in words.

I have often thought these 3 have conversations when I’m not around. They probably talk about me all the time, the brats. I’m going to attempt to do this in flash fiction form.


(c) JLPhillips 2013
(c) JLPhillips 2013   Sam

Sam: Oh boy! Oh boy! Look, look, look! They have my favorite show on TV. There are other pups on TV! Hey guys, come look! I wonder why they won’t talk to me? Maybe I should bark louder and then they’ll see I’m here and they’ll talk to me! Ruff!!! Ruff!!! Ruff!!! I wonder how those pups get in this funny box thingy?! I want to get in there too! Maybe from the back side? I’ll go look.  Nope, can’t get in that way! Hey over here pups!! I’m here and I want to play with you! These stinkin’,  lazy cats I live with don’t want to play with me!

Notwen  (c) JLPhillips 2013
(c) JLPhillips 2013

NotwenThere he goes again with the TV. Stupid dog is always interrupting my nap. Why does he have to be so noisy? Can’t he see that I need my sleep? How is a fine-looking cat like me suppose to prowl the house at night if I don’t get my cat naps? Sam! Shut up!! Those animals in that darn TV can’t hear you, stupid dog! Why did my human have to get that dog in the first place? She should know cats are better! Maybe since I’m awake anyway, thanks Sam you mangy dog, I’ll go head butt my human and see if she’ll feed me early. She might as well do something much more important than playing with that stupid dog.

Pouncer  (c) JLPhillips 2013
(c) JLPhillips 2013


Pouncer: I just don’t know why I have to live with two such animals as these two. I should have been an only cat. Really! Sam! The TV animals don’t hear you, so be quiet or I will have to take a swipe at you! I am NOT amused by your rambuctionness. Brother Notwen! Please stop complaining for a change! Oh, and if you will, please pull some food down out of the self feeder for me. I hate getting food crumbs on my paws. I simply am not made to dig my paws in my food! I simply don’t know what my human was thinking! She just wasn’t I’m sure. Sometimes I wonder if I am the only one in this household with brains. This is just unacceptable! I shall talk to her sternly. Later though, as I must have my nap.






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The Day of the Horse ~~ Celebrate! ~~ Dec 14

Happy weekend people! How is your weekend been so far?

Mine started out crappy. Can I hear an ‘awwww’? No really it started out strange. I was woken up this morning to what sounded like a train whistle in my bedroom. It was barely light out for crying out loud!

Every time I would start to nod off again the train whistle sound did it again. It was loud! So I finally thought I might as well get up and see what the hell it was. Found out quick enough when I went to let Sam out to do his morning business. I had a hard time opening the front storm door!

The wind was so fierce and in just the right direction that it pushed against the door. And that whistling sound? Well it was the wind whipping between mine and the neighbor’s place! I kid you not! It acted like a damn wind tunnel. It was bizarre and kind of cool at the same time. And standing in the doorway, wow, was that loud! The wind had to have been at least 70 – 80 mph gusts through the yard. It was wicked! By the time I thought about the possibility of capturing the sound with my camera the wind died just enough that it didn’t make that sound anymore. Course it was a few hours after I got up. I’m kind of slow. But I swear if or when it happens again I’m recording it!

Now let’s get going on those celebrations for today!



The Day of the Horse ~~The horse is a living link to the heritage and history of our nation and represents a common bond among all peoples who led the way in building our country. Today, the horse industry contributes more than $112 billion annually to the American economy. Therefore, the US Senate (in 2004)  has declared the second Saturday of December to be the Day of the Horse in honor of these magnificent creatures. I’ve always loved horses and vowed to one day own one of my own. Unfortunately I never could afford one, but I still love them. Celebrate by donating to a wild horse charity, visit a horse show, or just admire them. Celebrate!

International Shareware Day ~~ This day is celebrated every second Saturday in December. A day to take time to reward the efforts of thousands of computer programmers who trust that if we try their programs and like them, we will pay for them. Unfortunately, very few payments are received, thus stifling the programmers’ efforts. This observance is meant to prompt each of us to inventory our PCs and Macs, see if we are using any shareware and then take the time in the holiday spirit to write payment checks to the authors. Hopefully this will keep the shareware coming. Celebrate!

Monkey Day ~~ Yes today is the day we celebrate the monkey. (Via Wikipedia) The holiday was started in 2000 when artist Casey Sorrow, then an art student at Michigan State University, jokingly scribbled Monkey Day on a friend’s calendar, and then first celebrated the holiday with other MSU art students.  It gained notoriety when Sorrow and fellow MSU art student Eric Millikin began including Monkey Day in their artwork and Fetus-X comic strips, and began promoting it online along with other artists.  Since then, Monkey Day has been celebrated internationally, across countries like the U.S., Canada, Germany, and the United Kingdom.

Monkey Day is an unofficial holiday celebrated internationally on December 14. While the holiday is mainly about the monkeys, it also celebrates other non-human primates such as apes, tarsiers, and lemurs. Sorrow also maintains a comprehensive “Monkeys in the News” blog with stories on topics like monkey attacks, monkey smuggling, and monkey science.  Every Monkey Day, Sorrow’s “Monkeys in the News” blog counts down the previous year’s “top 10 Monkey and Primate News highlights”.

Go visit a zoo and say hi to the Monkeys! Celebrate!

National Bouillabaisse Day ~~ Today celebrates this Mediterranean dish which is a kind of seafood stew/soup. It originated in Marseilles, France the French and Mediterranean people have been eating it since 600 B.C. The fishermen would make it when they pulled into port. Ideally it should be made with a few different kinds of white fillets like cod, flounder, sea bass or snapper and includes various herbs and vegetables like garlic, fennel, saffron, bay leaf, orange peel, leeks, onions, potatoes, or celery. Since this holiday falls in the middle of December it’s a perfect time to warm your body inside and out with a bowl of Bouillabaisse. To celebrate today, try your hand at making your own bouillabaisse stew for your family to enjoy! Celebrate!

That’s all for today folks. I’ll be back tomorrow with more! Celebrate!