Sparkles, the Christmas Fairy

One of those happy little magic happenings, rumbling-purr moi has acquired a new, for now, invisible friend. Yes, Sparkles the Christmas Fairy -- born from the imaginative use of language, Mel of Title Magic being the Sourceress -- and born from where all fairies are born, the enchanted realms surroundings us. No, so sorry to claw-scraping disappoint. No, not born in a cabbage patch like the infamous and mostly adored cabbage patch dolls (mere fang prey for the Kougar) of Christmas years past, unless you just enjoy the cabbage patch birth in the realm of your imagination. Then, do enjoy. Beneath each cabbage leaf a new fairy is born.
Yes, dear Big Cats All, the enchanted realms once seen by our ancestors and now seen by those with the Sight. As Doreen Virtue, acclaimed and beloved Angel Reader says, fairies are angels with egos. Fairies protect and love every plant, every blade of grass. Fairies watch over and take care of the animals. Fairies, if they are fond of us, will help us, if we walk well upon Mother Earth, if we are good to her flora and fauna.
The Kougaress adores fairies, Tinkerbelle being her first. She paw-clapped hard and she wishes she had the Sight, only occasionally seeing the fairies as orbs, golden ethereal orbs or white light orbs. Since cubhood she has believed in their magic, more as a fizzy spinning feeling of euphoria, and with her internal awareness, despite the claims of the rational world culture, the jungle of vast cement, the cage of synthetic buildings we live in and among -- the worn-out culture with no answers anymore, which is dissolving as fast as the Arctic glaciers.
Yes, the world, our world, it is a-changing, becoming a rolling growing snowball of change that can't be stopped. Wouldn't it be nice and splendid and enthralling to have fairies again? As part of our world once again?
The Kougaress thinks so, hopes so...for she would adore feeling and seeing and hearing and touching their magic as it lives on the Mother, and makes the sacred Mother Earth a more resplendent Being. For us all.

Dear Big Kittie Lovers, slowly saunter on over to Title Magic for a Christmas day blog we can all relate to, written by the magically incomparable Mel.
Below is just-waking-up, a yawn or two, moi's comment:
Mel, Sparkles the Christmas Fairy, who wouldn't leave after Christmas, has demanded equal time with both of us. She'll be glad to show up wherever and however we want. Maybe she needs to be our Title Magic mascot?

Christmas fairy kisses from the Kougar...

Kiss Upon the Angel Lady's Cheek

Oooh, the Kougar has been so financially naughty. She has succumbed to the Angels, the angels of author and angel reader, Doreen Virtue on Hay House Radio.
Yes, a big sniff! sniff! of the meaty holiday sale. The Kougar bit. Despite her financial woes. After universe all, the Kougaress adores all the Angels -- ever since her cubhood. All winged creatures being glorious, and not just tasty.
And rumbling about Angels, the Kougar's story, When a Good Angel Falls, needs a home. The first e-oublisher had glowing words for meow moi's story, just a little wish to make the love scenes, yowling, growling hotter. The Kougar just couldn't allow Sedona and Volcano's naughty romping love scenes to be changed.
The second e-publisher couldn't get into the story and complained about the dialogue tags. The third e-publisher liked the story, but considered the writing to be choppy, the world building poor.
Meow moi made the mistake of believing a story set in the upcoming December 21, 2012 end of the world, beginning of a new world -- was, well, blue-sky-above obvious. Not so! Not so! Beware, beware!
Beware of those among us who pretend to be angels...yet see the real angels among us...and see the angelic inside you.
Kisses upon your angelic nature...