A Bengal Cat or a Marbled Tabby? – Photo Story

I saw this cat that looked like a Bengal cat, but I wasn’t sure.  It could be a marbled tabby cat… I couldn’t tell the difference.

So I did what every crazy cat lady would do, asked the cat.

Excuse me, Mr. Cat. Are you a Bengal or a marbled tabby?

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


Mr. Cat said “Don’t bother me. Go away.”

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


Then the cat got up and crossed the street.

I followed but he stopped and said “Stop following me!”

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


Of course I lied and said I wasn’t.. I was going the same way.

The cat went through a fenced in garden, but I could still see him.

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


Then the cat stopped. So I asked again.
“Are you a Bengal cat or just a marbled tabby.”

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


He just turned his head and didn’t answer. I think he felt insulted.

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


“Please,” I said, “I just need to know.”

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


The cat got up and said, “It’s time for my dinner. I’m going home.”

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


Then he stopped and said, “Please stop stalking me or I’ll tell my human you are trying to kidnap me.”


What a mean cat I thought…

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?
A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


I am still not sure if the mean cat was a Bengal or a marbled tabby.

… but I know where he lives.


A Ferret for a pet, anyone?


Did you know that in the United States, ferrets are the third most popular house pets, next to dogs and cats?  Well, I didn’t know that, did you?

Here in Canada, we don’t have such a study and since most ferrets are kept indoors, I really have no idea.  I had seen a couple of ferrets playing in the park and, that ferret that the owner was proudly walking on a leash in downtown Toronto recently.  But that’s it.

Ferrets, I just learned, are very playful animals.  They are hyper… I mean, they are full of spirit.  They explode out of their cages at play time, leaping and twisting and scampering, with an obvious joy that to the people observing them find totally enchanting.   They open their mouth and hiss (like in the picture) when they are being playful and when bouncing around and so, some people might think they are being attacked.  But this is not so.  Ferrets are friendly little animals, very affectionate to their owners and, they are wonderful pets.

So, who wants a ferret for a pet?

Oh I just want to add that ferrets are not rodents.  They are members of the weasel family.   I don’t know if that is good or bad… to the ferrets.

Please note that the ferret in the picture was not at any time being hurt.  The “Help!” word on the picture is a joke, ok?  I have a weird sense of humor.


Tomatoes on the Street

I found these pretty red tomatoes on the street. Here in my Toronto neighborhood, the residents usually leave on the street anything they don’t need anymore. Things that they think a neighbor might want or need. Like, old furniture, clothes and shoes (usually clothes that their kids had outgrown), toys, pots and pans, dishes, etc. But tomatoes? This was the first.

Now, I was thinking, which I try not to make a habit of, that if a neighbor wanted to give away their tomatoes, they would certainly not leave them on the hot concrete pavement now, would they? They would leave them in a paper or plastic bag or… in a basket. Perhaps in a pretty basket. Aha! Someone could have taken the pretty basket and left the tomatoes on the street. That could be it.

… but… but who the heck would do that?


Two Old Grouch – A Poem

Two Old Grouch

Two old grouch sitting on the porch
Soaking the sun, not a care in the world.

One had long curly hair
with a bushy mustache
The other almost bald
‘cept for one hair sticking out.

They both had flat noses
and their skin was brown
Wrinkled and scarred
for they had both been around.

Although brown on the outside,
inside they were black
For them this was normal,
they’re whole family’s like that.

They had worked really hard
All day long they were out
Rain or shine they tread on
Until they both fell apart.

Now they’re just two old grouch
Sitting on the porch.
Soaking the sun,
not a care in the world.

© 2016 mzrosie


My friends, meet the two old grouch.

Two Old Grouch

Two Old Grouch

Whoever created those old boots planters are very creative indeed.  Don’t you think so too?

Photos by mzrosie.


The Naked Lady in the Garden


One day while I was taking pictures of flowers in my neighborhood, I saw a beautiful lady standing naked in the garden.  She looked quite embarrassed and was trying to cover herself up with a flimsy little towel, but to no avail.  I apologized profusely for being in her garden and was about to leave when she asked for my name.  I told her mine and asked for hers. She said her name was Venus.  She was a Roman goddess.  Her husband’s name was Mars, the god of war, and they had a little boy named Cupid.

On my way home, I thought Venus was a little cuckoo.  A Roman goddess, my foot!  Next she would be telling me that her son Cupid can fly and somewhat expert in bow and arrow.  Yeah right!


Meet The Brickman

The Brickman
The Brickman, photo by mzrosie

The Brickman stands tall (really tall) on the Jarvis St. side of the Vu condominium complex in downtown Toronto.

Some people said it was “hideous,” “awful,” “ridiculous”, “a joke” and a young woman heading into the condominium was even overhead saying: “Isn’t that the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen?”

Well, I think it is a tad plain but I don’t think it is ugly.  But I burst out laughing when I found out that the name of this tall sculpture was The Brickman.   I imagined it went like this …

Well, it looks like it’s made of brick and seems to be a man… so let’s call it The Brickman… and everyone said “Cool.”   And they all lived happily ever after.

Gotham City got Batman.  The city of Toronto got The Brickman. Who says life is fair?


Our Neighborhood Turtles

Our Neighborhood Turtles, photo by mzrosie

Our Toronto neighborhood turtles were basking in the sun today. These four turtles are brothers and for teenagers, they are rather friendly and chatty.  They told me that their names were Leonardo, Michelangelo, Raphael, and Donatello.   They were raised by a Japanese rat named Sprinter and, secretly, they were crime fighting ninjas.

What I find odd is that these turtles love pizza.  Shouldn’t turtles be eating insects?

Oh yeah, they kept saying “Cowabunga!”  Weird, isn’t it?

A Perplexed Planter

A Perplexed Planter, photo by mzrosie

Wouldn’t you just hate it when you woke up one morning and your brain was missing?  Well, it happened to this planter.  He kept asking the passersby, including me, what happened to his brain.  Nobody knew.  I said, “At least, there are pretty blue flowers growing on your head.” He almost had a heart attack.  Good thing  he didn’t have a heart, so he was all right.

Poor planter.  He looked really perplexed.  You would be too if that happened to you.

The Praying Squirrel

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The Praying Squirrel, photo by mzrosie

The squirrel prayed, “Dear Lord, I hate to bother you, but this is very important.  I know You know who took a bite off my pine cone.  This pine cone is very special to me, dear Lord.  It was a gift to me from my beloved mama before she passed on to squirrel heaven.   So please, dear Lord, let me know who the culprit was.  Was it my brother Kyle or my brother John?”

The Lord replied, “I’m sorry but I cannot tell you.  You and your brothers are equally precious to Me.  But I can assure you, it was not your brother Kyle.”

Me and my Pony

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Me and my Pony, photo by mzrosie

Out of the hundreds, even thousands, of places to hung out in the neighborhood, this cat chose to hung out with this old wooden pony.  Perhaps the cat thought the pony was lonely, being all alone day in day out on that fire escape so he was keeping it company.  Or, perhaps the cat just liked the view from up there, beside the pony.  Wouldn’t you like to know?  I did.  So, I asked.

At first, the cat was bewildered. He was probably even a little annoyed why this crazy old Chinese woman was talking to him. Of course, I’m not Chinese, but that’s beside the point. But I just stood there and waited. So, finally the cat said, “Me and my pony are waiting for our Uber ride. Is that a problem?”

Oh no. Of course not.