This morning we have something sweet and scrumptious from one of my favorite multi-talented peoplz, but I'll let Haldis do her own intro (since she actually went to the trouble to write one)!
When Josh
announced she was opening up the advent calendar again this year, I had no clue
what I would write…except that it would involve Mr. Pinkerton, of course. It
was actually a picture from Josh’s post, a picture by Catherine Dair and a
quote from I Spy Something Christmas…which brings me to Dickens…which brings me
to a book…and cake…and then I decided we needed The Mysterious…and, well, you
get the idea.
And then I
decided to color (mostly in the lines) the semi corresponding picture by
Johanna Ollila from Love is a Many-Colored Thing.
Enjoy and
Happy Holidays,
Haldis
Mr. Pinkerton and the Christmas Cake
Mr. Pinkerton slipped past a pair of
booted legs into the sparkling warmth of Ye Olde Book Store. He quickly moved
to the side, so as not to be trod upon, and shook off the flakes of snow that
had landed on his fur during his sprint from Miss Butterwith’s cottage. He
didn’t have time for a proper grooming so he hoped he would dry quickly in the
cozy bookstore as the store was nearly full to capacity with many of the
village’s residents and also quite a few people that Mr. Pinkerton did not
recognize. Geoffrey, the store’s owner, had told Mr. Pinkerton there would be
something very special at this year’s holiday party.
Look at the eyes on that thing! |
Ye
Olde Bookstore, always a very comfortable and inviting space, was all decked
out for the Holidays with shiny baubles that, when he was younger, he liked to
swat, and satiny ribbons that he would chew and pull and roll. But he was older
and wiser now and did not engage in such activities. Much. Maybe once….or
twice….a day. Anything more he left up to Kit, the resident bookstore cat.
Speaking of the little Ginger Fury
himself, Kit came up and touched his nose to Mr. Pinkerton’s in greeting. And
now that he thought about, Kit wasn’t so little anymore. In fact, he had grown
up to a rather impressive young cat.
“Ah, Mr. Pinkerton,” greeted
Geoffrey, as he grabbed a towel and started rubbing down Mr. Pinkerton. “We’ll
get you cleaned up and then you and Kit can help me play host.”
“Meow,” agreed Mr. Pinkerton. With
the gentle rub-down he was getting, Mr. Pinkerton most likely would agree to
anything. He purred and leaned into Geoffrey’s touch.
“Alright, you two, which one of you
wants to ride on my shoulder?” asked Geoffrey
Mr. Pinkerton, after a glance to Kit
to make sure of no objections, sprang up to Geoffrey’s shoulder, being careful
not to stick his claws into Geoffrey’s soft knitted jumper. Together they made
the rounds greeting several residents before, at last, coming upon one of the
visitors.
“Mr. Winter, welcome! We are so very
honored to have you and Professor Crisparkle here tonight,” said Geoffrey
“Please, call me James,” said Mr.
Winter. He gave Mr. Pinkerton a wary once over, but then looked back to
Geoffrey. “You have a lovely store Mr.
Alleyn.”
Who’s Mr. Alleyn? thought Mr.
Pinkerton.
“Oh, please, call me Geoffrey,”
answered Geoffrey, apparently also Mr. Alleyn. Mr. Pinkerton found it strange
the number of names that humans went by. Even after a year, Mr. Pinkerton still
wasn’t used to Geoffrey calling Inspector Appleby ‘Andrew’.
Soon Geoffrey and Mr. Winter were
off on a rather lively and enthusiastic discussion about rare books and Mr.
Pinkerton was nearly dislodged from his perch and decided it was probably best
to seek a safer vantage point.
He
jumped down on to a row of low bookshelves, stopping to sample a sip of eggnog out
of an unattended tumbler, and just a small taste of cake on the plate beside it
before surveying the crowd. Kit was busy
being the center of attention with Miss Butterwith and Mrs. Fox from down the
lane. Inspector Appleby was in a discussion with a tall silver-haired man and a
shorter darker-haired man. Mr. Pinkerton leapt across two bookcases to join
them just as two other men, one blond and stocky, the other a little taller
with glasses, approached Inspector Appleby.
“Fraser Fortune, from The
Mysterious” said the blond man, holding out a hand to Inspector Appleby. “I was
hoping for a word with you, Inspector.
“Uh, the mysterious what?” asked
Inspector Appleby, shaking Fraser Fortune’s hand.
The man with Fraser Fortune snorted.
“This is my partner, Drew,” said
Fraser Fortune, while glaring at Drew, though it looked like he was trying not
to laugh.
“Ah yes, The Mysterious. I have watched your
show, Mr. Fortune,” said the silvered haired man. He had an accent form the
Southern United States, as soft and smooth as cream. He held his hand out to
Frasier Fortune. “I’m Stephen, and this is my boyfriend, Mark.”
“Nice
to meet you both, and please, call me Fraser,” said Fraser Fortune.
“So
Frasier,” asked Mark. “Are you here tonight hoping to get a glimpse of the
Ghost of Christmas Past, or perhaps of Christmas Yet to Come?” He had a certain
glint in his eye, like a hunter, thought Mr. Pinkerton. Very like a cat.
“Well,
actually no,” answered Fraser. He looked a bit sheepish.
“We’re
here about a crime solving cat and a botanist. We were hoping for an
interview,” said Drew and he grinned over at Fraser. “
“I’m sure Mr. Pinkerton would give you an
interview,” said Inspector Appleby
“Mr.
Pinkerton? I’m guessing he’s the botanist?” asked Fraser.
“No,”
stated Inspector Appleby. “He’s the cat. What do you think, Mr. Pinkerton?”
“Meow,”
agreed Mr. Pinkerton. He was feeling particularly agreeable this evening.
Perhaps it was the friendly, festive atmosphere of the gathering. Then again,
maybe it was the spiked eggnog.
Inspector Appleby leaned in close to
Mr. Pinkerton and whispered, rather loudly, “You’ve got a bit of cake in your
whiskers, Mr. Pinkerton.”
Mr. Pinkerton gave a quick lick to
his paw and a hasty swipe down his face hoping he dislodged the errant crumb
and then turned his attention back to Fraser Fortune.
“Meow,” greeted Mr. Pinkerton.
“Uh…..” said Fraser, staring open-mouthed at
Mr. Pinkerton.
Well,
thought Mr. Pinkerton, this was going to be an engaging interview.
Fraser
Fortune continued to stare at Mr. Pinkerton.
Mr.
Pinkerton stared back at Fraser Fortune.
“What’s
the matter, dear?” whispered Drew to Fraser Fortune. “Never interviewed a
crime-solving cat before?”
Fraser
Fortune turned his glare on Drew, but Mr. Pinkerton could see the fond smile that
played on his lips.
“Well,
at least it’s not an ocelot,” said Mr. Winter, who approached from the side
with Geoffrey.
“We’re
ready to start the reading,” said Geoffrey, before anyone could ask about the
ocelot. “You sure you don’t want to do it?” Geoffrey asked Mr. Winter.
“Oh,
no, Sedge is much better at that kind of thing,” answered Mr. Winter.
Geoffrey
moved over to where a man sat in a high back chair with a red leather book in
his lap.
“Good
evening, everyone,” called Geoffrey. “It’s the moment we have all been waiting
for.” Geoffrey grinned at the crowd. “I’ve always wanted to say that. It is my
honor to introduce Professor Sedgewick Crisparkle and the reading of The
Christmas Cake.” Geoffrey clapped with
the rest of the audience as he stepped away and rejoined Inspector Appleby.
“The
Christmas Cake, by Charles Dickens,” read Professor Sedgewick Crisparkle in a
warm clear voice. He opened the book, turned a page. “Our story begins with a
fallen star. But the star is not the story,”
Mr.
Pinkerton settled in to listen to the story as Kit came and curled up next to
him. Miss Butterwith joined him and absently started stroking his fur as she
listened to Professor Sedgwick Crisparkle. Mr. Pinkerton began to purr. With
Kit next to him, his favorite person standing to one side, and Inspector
Appleby and Geoffrey on the other, and surrounded by all of his friends, both
old and new, Mr. Pinkerton could not have asked for a better Christmas and he
thought of the words of another Dickens story that Miss Butterwith had read to
him.
God
bless us, every one!
Very nice! I so enjoy the Advent Calendar. thanks so much
ReplyDeleteIsn't Josh the best for allowing us to tell our tales....tails?
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Meow
Haldis! This was wonderful. Thank you very much for sharing this glimpse into some of our favorite characters.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading. The holidays are the best time for our favorite characters.
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This is simply delightful, Haldis! Thank you! I loved seeing everyone through Mr. Pinkerton's eyes. Quite a gathering. I was happy to see Mark and Stephen were there. I always worry Mark will get into trouble somewhere. ;)
ReplyDeleteI believe Mark will always land on his feet.
DeleteAs long as Stephen is there to steady him.
Thank you for reading.
Meow
So sweet. Thank you, Mr. Pinkerton, Haldis and Josh. And oh how I'd love to be there, listening to Sedgewick reading The Christmas Cake! Also, well done coloring, dear Haldis! :-)
ReplyDeleteMeow, Johanna!
DeleteListening to Sedgwick reading The Christmas Cake is one of the loveliest thing imaginable....besides eggnog.
Thank you, Haldis! That was lovely <3
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It's always fun seeing the world from Mr. Pinkerton's eyes. Love how you fit so many of our favorite characters into one short story. Such a lovely contribution, Haldis. :)
ReplyDeleteCats do see the world differently from humans.
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Meow
Lovely to see Mr Pinkerton again !
ReplyDeleteThank you, and so lovely to be seen.
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Absolutely lovely! Thank you, dear Haldis, for relaying Mr. Pinkerton's tale. :-)
ReplyDeleteI love the festive mood, assorted couples and cats.
'the little ginger fury' had me chuckling. Reminded me of Millicent, but that's in whole different universe... ;-)
Kit causes no end of trouble. Let's keep him and Millicent separate.
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Meow
What a lovely story! Thank you.
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What a fabulous Advent story, Haldis. It was such a treat to catch up with Mr. Pinkerton and all our favorite couples. I see a lot of rereading in my future. Thank you for sharing your gift with us
ReplyDeleteYou are very welcome.
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Meow
Oh, that is wonderful!! Mr. Pinkerton, you are the bee's knees.
ReplyDelete*purrs, preens*
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Meow
Thank you Haldis and Mr. Pinkerton for this wonderful story. "The mysterious what?" **snorts I love how I felt as though I were in Ye Olde Book Store as part of the crowd, enjoying the warmth of the lovely company.
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Meow
So fun! I think Mr Pinkerton still has a little cake stuck to his whiskers. 😁
ReplyDeleteNo regrets. It is very good cake.
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Such a great story. Mr. Pinkerton reminds me to my Lula a lot. She never lost a chance to taste everything she could...Including carrot cake, one of her favourites ;)
ReplyDeleteNo self respecting cat would ever turn down carrot cake. Especially the cream cheese frosting.
ReplyDeleteMeow
Witty and clever, and so many smiles from this. Thank you everyone!
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