Chuck And the Dragon Lady

View of Kunming Lake and Longevity Hill (Summer Palace)

         Occasionally, the Chuckster surprises me.  He hears a story on the nightly news when he’s lounging in front of the TV or he spies a photo in a magazine and suddenly he gets a yen to go somewhere and see something.  
    That’s what happened when we were traveling around Beijing, China recently.  
    Chuck overheard our guide Julia talking about the Dragon Lady--code name for the Empress Dowager Cixi--and he became obsessed with seeing the palace she reconstructed and enlarged at the turn of the century---yes, the infamous Summer Palace--because her selfish efforts to make her summer resort more comfortable almost brought down the Chinese empire. 
    Well, not exactly, but it’s a fascinating story of how one high-powered and spoiled woman can cause so much damage.
    Chuck became fascinated by the story and demanded to see the palace.    
    It seems that the Dragon Lady wasn’t happy with the run-down condition of the Summer Palace, her summer resort, and truth be told, the palace and surrounding landscape was in poor shape when the Dowager Empress first arrived.  So she decided to divert funds that were supposed to go to the Chinese Navy.  These funds were the equivalent of thirty million taels of silver.  A tael is a unit of measure used to weigh silver, and by today’s standards, each tael would be equivalent to approximately 4,000 Chinese yuan or $666.00.  Now take that amount TIMES thirty million.  You do the math.  This decision cost China dearly and is said to have caused the loss of the First Sino Japanese War.
    Reconstruction of a summer resort versus national security?
    Today, when the average tourist comes to pay a visit, one can’t help but marvel at the opulence of the place.  The grounds are magnificent, covering an area of 1.8 miles, three quarters of which are water.  In fact, the first thing you notice is Kunming Lake, the MAN-MADE lake that is said to have been built by 10,000 laborers.  It is difficult to imagine that this lake that stretches as far as the eye can see was dug by man and so many hundreds of years ago--dating back to 1755.  The dirt from the lake was used to make Longevity Hill.  On top of the hill sits the Tower of Buddhist Incense . . .
    You can wander around the Summer Palace for hours.  There are palaces, gardens, a pavilion, a bridge and architectural structures.  Dragon Lady and the Emperors and Empresses before her always had quite a staff, and they needed places to live.  
    I came to the Summer Palace to see the Long Corridor, a covered walkway that runs along the lake, originally built in 1750 for the then Emperor’s mother so that she could stroll along the water edge even when it was raining outside and not get wet.  The corridor is uniquely decorated with paintings depicting all aspects of Chinese life.   What is absolutely amazing about this corridor is that it is decorated with 14,000 paintings!  The corridor was damaged but rebuilt in 1886.  As you walk along the corridor, which stretches for what seems like a mile, you can’t believe the wealth of paintings.  I was impressed but . . .

The Long Corridor with 14,000 paintings

   Chuck came to the Summer Palace to see the infamous marble boat in the lake, not the paintings.     
    I know what you’re thinking.  A MARBLE BOAT IN A LAKE?
    But it was never designed to sail.  How could it?  Rather it was built as a decoration, part of a classical garden.  

The Marble Boat in Kunming Lake

     
    Originally built in 1755 and called the Boat of Purity and Ease, the boat was revitalized by the Dragon Lady in 1893, following a Western design. 
    Chuck wanted to see the marble boat, and I think, he actually half hoped the Dragon Lady would be sitting there, sipping tea. 
      Amazingly enough, with all the tourists who had come to visit the Summer Palace, we were standing on the edge of a kind of pier, staring at this marble boat, and we were alone.   I glanced around, but there was no one else near us. 
    And the boat sat just close enough to land to entice Chuck.
    But this time, I was one step ahead.  
    “No way.  You hop on that boat, and you’ll be arrested by the Chinese police and taken away, and we’d never see you again.  And for what?  So you can say you were on a marble boat?  It’s not worth it, Chuck.”
    Chuck let out one of those sighs.  He was not a happy camper.  
    He was also walking around in a circle.  Very restless.  And I was not entirely convinced that he was not going to do something impulsive or reckless.
    “Come on.  I think we might be able to at least see a photo of the Dragon Lady.  Would you like that?”
    In the photo the Dragon Lady--Empress Dowager Cixi--is seated, wearing a fancy dress, very impressive, very stilted.  
     

Dragon Lady

     


    I don’t know what Chuck expected to see--a lady who looked like a dragon?  You never know how cats process things.  They do see the world slightly tilted.  
    I’m sure, at this point, that Chuck expected to see the Dragon Lady on the boat.  
    When we returned to our hotel in Beijing, I’ll admit I gave the Chuckster extra snacks that night.   To make up for his disappointment.  


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THE CHUCKSTER AND I WISH YOU AND YOURS A VERY HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!!  
        
    

Chuck Visits the Forbidden City

    Chuck knew next to nothing about the Forbidden City when we arrived in Beijing, a city of 25 million people.  All he knew when we landed in China was that I had a list of places I intended to see and no amount of meowing was going to talk me out of it!

    The Forbidden City--the Chinese Imperial Palace located in the middle of Beijing--has been a UNESCO World Heritage Site since 1987 and is the largest collection of ancient wooden structures in the world.

    The size of this walled city is staggering.

    I think this is something Chuck should see.

    Chuck has this heartfelt sigh that he lets loose when he knows he’s defeated.  That sigh only makes me more determined to make Chuck want to see this impressive piece of history.

    When the day arrives, we walk through Tiananmen Square on our way to this home to the Chinese Emperors for over 500 years.  My plan is to WOW him with facts.

    “Chuck, this city was built primarily of wood and marble.”

    He seems determined to ignore me.

    “Chuck, construction of the Forbidden City was started in 1406, but it took fourteen years to complete and required over a million workers.”  I know these facts but as I say them, I’m amazed myself.

    “The City contains 980 buildings and 9,999 rooms.”

    I see the look in Chuck’s eye.  He’s wondering if we’re going to have to visit the close to ten thousand rooms.

    “Unfortunately, we can see only a small portion of the city now because they’re still in the process of renovating.”

    No reaction.

    “Chuck, 24 emperors have lived in the Forbidden City.  The last one was evicted in 1924 after a coup.”

    By this time we’ve reached the impressive wooden gate that we must pass through along with the thousands of other visitors.

    From then on, there’s a lot of walking, a lot of people, and way too much to see.  Despite the haze that seems to always hang over China--the government refers to it as clouds--the sun still manages to break through.

    “Chuck, there is something up ahead I think you’re going to want to see--a genuine throne.  Where the Emperors used to sit.”

    Chuck looks interested.  And, of course, that’s where everyone seems to want to go.

    There is no way you can go into the “throne room.”  You must stand outside the very large opening that allows you access to the room, shove your way through the crowds, and then peer in.  It would seem almost mission impossible to get Chuck close enough and high enough to see without being seen and then to get a photo of the throne myself, but people are amazingly oblivious to their surroundings as they, too, struggle to find the best place for their shot.  No one notices Chuck, or if they do, no one reacts.

    Maybe it’s because only eight years before when I visited China for the first time--without Chuck--the Chinese were allowed no pets--no cats, no dogs--only birds.   Now, because their economic situation has improved, the government restriction has also let up.  Each family may have one dog.  There are no restrictions as to the number of cats.

    The place is jam packed.

    Chuck is really into the throne, and as I boost him above my head so he can see it (Bob is snapping the photo), I feel a wiggle and know exactly what Chuck is thinking.

    He wants to sit on that throne.

    King Tut.  King Chuck.

    Is he crazy??

    In China?

    I grab hold of him tighter, my hands clutched like a vise, but he wiggles out of my grasp and lands on the ground with a thump.

    The worst case scenario pops into my mind.

    Chuck leaping up and over, through the enclosure, and then racing to the throne.  Sniff.  Sniff.  And by the time he’s ready to ascend the throne, the Chinese police would have the poor kid in handcuffs and off to the pokey.

    I shout out, “Help.”

    Strong hands pull Chuck up and shove him back into my arms.  A fellow tourist, a complete stranger, assessing the situation, rescues my cat from a certain fate.

    “Cats are not allowed here,” he says.

    I’m so mad I can’t even look at Chuck.  Instead I turn to Bob.  “Did you get the picture?  Of the throne?”

    He nods.

    Then we both give Chuck a dirty look.

    The Chuckster.  He’ll never change.  Not ever.  

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Chuck Climbs Great Wall of China (with a little help)

Visiting the Great Wall of China was not Chuck’s idea.
It was mine.
Chuck came to China to see the Panda Bear eat bamboo.
But since we were in Beijing, AND since the Great Wall is considered one of the Eight Wonders of the World AND since it’s been claimed that the Great Wall can be seen even from outer space (the moon, to be exact), I managed to convince Chuck the Castronaut that the Great Wall was worth seeing.
But was it true?  Can you see the Great Wall from the moon?
I digress, I know, but this claim was first made in 1754 and repeated several times over the years until in 1932 it even appeared in Ripley’s Believe It Or Not.  The truth is that--despite the immensity of the Great Wall--it cannot be seen from outer space.  According to Wikipedia,  trying to see the Great Wall from the moon would be like trying to see a single shaft of human hair from two miles away.
Not likely.
As we hike the stairs to reach the Great Wall, I share what I know about the Great Wall with my intrepid rascal traveler:
1.  The Great Wall was built to protect the Chinese Empire from invasions from nomadic tribes and military groups.
2.  Several walls were built as early as the 7th century and later joined together to form the Great Wall.
3.  The Great Wall stretches 3,889 miles long.
4.  Before the use of bricks, the Chinese used earth, stones and wood to construct the wall.
If you’ve ever been to the Great Wall, it’s like any other tourist attraction.  You have to buy a ticket.  And then walk, walk, walk to what appears to be a gigantic stone staircase where you have to begin to climb.  You notice that the place is mobbed.  There are people everywhere.  And basically what everyone is doing is climbing steps to reach the Wall, which is more steps.
There is more than one access point to reach the Wall.  When I was last in China, eight years ago without Chuck, I climbed and climbed steps and never technically made it to “the wall.”  This time I climbed for approximately an hour, with Chuck, of course, in my smart bag, peeking out, and did make it to the wall.
It wasn’t easy.  The steps are uneven.  It is hot.  You are part of a line of people all climbing upward.  It is very slow going.  Some people are climbing up the middle of the steps, attempting to move more quicky, but if you choose that path, you have nothing to hold onto.
The view is fantastic.  The wall was built along the highest ridge of mountains which is why you must climb upwards to reach it.
When we finally reach “the wall,” we come to a kind of landing with an enclosed building of sorts, with windows that look out over the magnificent views.  At least there’s some degree of shade.  We celebrate briefly and take photos.  We’re totally exhausted.  And people are pushing past us.  There is no place to sit and order a cool drink of anything.  The water I’m carrying is warm and almost depleted.
We have the option of continuing to walk along the wall, and I actually thought that once we reached the wall, it would even out and become like some fantastic walkway with lemonade stands and souvenir shops, etc.  But I’m wrong.
Perhaps, way far up, the stairs will even out to a walkway, but that is miles away.  Someone tells me that if I climb to the next landing, it will look exactly the same as this one.
I’m feeling exhilarated because I made it to “the wall,” but disheartened too.
Should I turn around and go back down?
Chuck is nodding “yes.”
Bob wants to continue onward.  His ego is at stake.
But, of course, with guys that is what it’s always all about--the competition.  I didn’t want it to be about that.
It’s then that something magical happens.
I spy a group of two couples posing for pictures on the landing where we’ve stopped.  The two women are obviously sisters, and they're standing together and posing in such a way that they lean into each other with their one arm reaching up to form half a heart.  Together the two arms, one from each sister, form a whole heart.
I’ve never seen that before.  It’s so sweet.
I speak no Chinese but I motion--asking if I can take their picture.
They nod.  Then Bob and I strike the same pose, and they take our photo.
They spy Chuck.  They are enthralled that we have our cat with us.
In China, each Chinese household is limited to only one dog.  Thankfully, there is no limit on cats.
We smile.   Then we all laugh together, start down the steps, and I know I’ll always remember the Great Wall, our trek up the stairs and the two sisters who made the heart with their arms entwined together.

         PS  That photo of Chuck--he was not posed on the Great Wall, but rather on our couch in the Great Room.  Ha. Ha.  Chuck is very vain and would allow no photos of himself on the wall.  Rather he needed to "over groom" as usual and look his best.  The handsome kid!

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        DEBUT NOVEL INSPIRED BY LOST COLONY OF ROANOKE MYSTERY

Wild Point Island, debut novel for New Jersey resident Kate Lutter, will be published by Crescent Moon Press and will be available for sale as of Friday, June 15, 2012, on Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble.com.

Wild Point Island is a paranormal romance tied to the famous historic event—the Lost Colony of Roanoke—referred to by historians as one of the greatest American mysteries of all time.  The novel answers the question: What if the colonists survived by relocating to another island, and then their decision to eat the local plant life transformed them physiologically and granted them immortality, but at a price?

For the last 420 years most historians believed that the colonists who landed on the Island of Roanoke off the coast of North Carolina perished because of drought, starvation, or hostile native American attacks.  Recently, however, a closer examination of a 425 year-old map of the Roanoke Colony, housed in the British Museum for over 100 years, tells a different story.  The Huffington Post reports that two patches on the map were covering up symbols that indicate the colonists relocated, the first new clues in centuries. An investigation as to the fate of the Lost Colony is continuing.

Kate Lutter has been writing for ten years.  Wild Point Island is her first published novel.  “The timing of my novel Wild Point Island is ironic considering the events occurring at the University of North Carolina in Chapel Hill,” said Ms. Lutter.  “I always believed the colonists survived.”

Prior to writing full time, Ms. Lutter was the principal of an elementary school, and she taught English on the middle and high school levels.  Currently, she is writing the sequel to Wild Point Island and an exotic travel blog detailing her adventures with her rascal cat named Chuck called Hot Blogging with Chuck which can be found on her website: www.katelutter.com

Chuck Has Almost Meet with Chinese Panda Bear

I know what you’re thinking.

I’m sure that after you read the title--Chinese Panda Bear--you have to be asking yourself--did the Chinese Panda Bear fly here to the states or did Chuck fly to China??

This was not one of Chuck’s finer moments.

He did not enjoy being stuffed into my carryon for fifteen hours (all the air deflated out of him) as we flew non-stop across the oceans and over the top of the world to a place where people use chopsticks rather than forks and knives.

What induced Chuck to even consider the grueling journey was the thought of meeting what I would consider one of the great wonders of the world--at least of the animal world--the giant panda bear.

Chuck had only seen one panda before--at the National Zoo in Washington, D.C. and if you remember that incident, he jumped into the panda’s den area and tried to instigate a show down. This time, we had a long talk before we arrived at the Beijing Zoo. There would be no jumping into the den area. Not at the Beijing Zoo. Not in China. Not in this particular tense political climate.

The Chuckster would have to be content with watching the panda bear from afar.

But that was okay with him.

The panda bear from any distance is mesmerizing.

At the Beijing Zoo, there are signs everywhere announcing the existence of the panda bear. When we first spot him, he is not doing much of anything, but we were warned he might be sleeping or resting.
I took this opportunity, as we were gazing at the panda through the glass, to tell Chuck the top five interesting facts about panda bears:

1. 99% of a panda’s diet is bamboo--a diet heavy in protein.
Pandas will also eat honey, eggs, fish, yams, shrub leaves, oranges, bananas, etc.

2. Panda bears live in the lowland areas of Sichuan Province in China. It is estimated that approximately 1590 pandas live in the wild as compared to 239 bears who live in captivity.

3. Male panda bears can weigh up to 350 pounds. Females can weigh up to 280 pounds. But when born, a baby panda weighs only 3 1/2 to 7 ounces.

4.  Pandas are solitary animals. After a baby is born, the father panda leaves the mother to raise the panda on her own.

5.  Panda bears live approximately 30 years in captivity and 20 years in the wild. Ming Ming, in captivity, lived to be 34 years old.

When I’m finished, I knew that I hadn’t answered the one question on Chuckie’s mind.

“No,” I said, “there is no record of a Panda ever attacking and eating a cat.”

Chuck sighed in relief.

“You don’t taste like bamboo,” I added to reassure him. “Plus panda bears are not aggressive by nature. They only attack someone or something who annoys them.”

At this time, the panda bear finally got up and went over to the door that led to the outside area. With his back to us, he stood there on his hind legs for at least ten minutes, facing outside. What was he thinking?

Finally, he wandered outside, and Chuck and I scooted out of the building so we could see what he was up to.

And I knew what Chuck was thinking. And hoping. He wanted to meet Mr. Panda. He wanted that panda bear to wander over to where we were standing. He wanted that bear to acknowledge us in some way. A friendly wave. A giant nod of his head. Something. Anything.

Chuck has no patience.

I was fascinated just watching the panda move.

Chuck was not.

Then it happened.

I had come to this exhibit with no expectations.

Chuck had come expecting everything.

Suddenly, the panda grabbed a bamboo branch and started eating it.

And eating it. And eating it.

I guess when pandas weigh hundreds of pounds, they need a lot of bamboo to feel satisfied. It takes them a long time to eat enough bamboo to fill their bellies.

I pulled out my iphone and started videotaping the panda eating the bamboo.
What a wonderful thing to watch.

Chuck began to get restless.

“Can you wait?” I shouted out.

But Chuck figured that panda could be sitting there for hours eating that bamboo.

I clicked off my iphone, ended the videotape, and glared at Chuck.

“You are the biggest baby.”

He glared back at me, impatience all over his face.

I mean it.

It was time to leave. I took one last look at the panda eating the bamboo. WOW. You don’t see this in the states everyday. WOW.

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Chuck Almost Meets Cat Daddy Jackson Galaxy

    This story does not have a happy ending.
    The Chuckster does not watch a lot of TV but he has two favorite shows, and both involve cats.
    One is called Must Love Cats.  And the other -- My Cat From Hell.
    Both star cats, of course, and both look at the world of cats from totally different perspectives.
    If you want drama, My Cat From Hell is your obvious choice.
    Cats who seriously misbehave play the starring role.  They are the terror of the household and their owners are desperate for help.  That’s where Jackson Galaxy comes in.  Not your typical cat whisperer.  Tattooed, he arrives with his guitar case filled with cat toys and treats and before the half hour episode is finished, the cat or the guardians of the cat -- as Jackson calls them -- are transformed and peace reigns once again.
    Chuckie remains glued to the set during the entire show.  And when he learned that Jackson Galaxy was on a ten day tour of the United States, promoting his new book Cat Daddy and that he would be appearing within driving distance from our house in Clinton, New Jersey, at the Clinton Book Shop, well, Chuckie was beside himself to meet his hero.
    Now Jackson Galaxy is a star.  Even to the small town of Clinton, New Jersey, he attracted over a hundred people on a late Tuesday afternoon.  Somehow he lured way too many people into a vintage-style book shop, forced them to cram themselves into a tiny space, which was way too hot, even with the fans whirling away, to hear him speak.
    It was magical.
    No one brought their cat.
    Even though the entire show My Cat From Hell revolves around cats, CATS WERE NOT INVITED.
    Chuck did not think that was fair.
    And, as usual, he put on his chuck face and that face can be persuasive.  He went so far as to hide out in my smart bag, in a vain attempt to smuggle his way into the book shop.
    My husband Bob felt sorry for him.  “Give the kid a break.  Let’s take him with us.”
    “There’s no way I can get that cat into the book shop.  The place is going to be mobbed.”
    “You can try.”
    Now, usually, I’m the optimistic, against all odds, kind of person.  I tried my best to reason with the belly boy.  “Chuck, it’s going to be hot as blazes in there.  But if you insist on going, I don’t want to hear a meow out of you.  I mean it.  Not a sound.  If you’re lucky, you’ll catch a glimpse of him.  But that’s it.  He will not be able to pet you.”
    What was I thinking?
    When we arrived, we were way in the back.  The microphone was not state of the art.  It was HOT and STUFFY.  But there was magic in the air.  Plus, I volunteer for a local cat shelter Tabby’s Place, and the book shop was taking up donations for Tabby’s Place, so that was a big plus.
    Jackson Galaxy was cool and funny and just like the way he appears on TV.  He spoke for a few minutes before he sat down and began signing books.  Despite the fact that Chuck was squished into my smart bag, and sweating, the belly boy listened to his every word and then waited patiently as we inched closer and closer to the front.
    Finally, we were the next ones to get our book signed and meet the one and only Jackson Galaxy.  My smart bag was opened, and I had a kind of scarf stretched across the top to disguise the fact that Chuck was hiding inside.  The plan would have worked if Chuck had kept to his side of the bargain.
    He didn’t.
    I guess that’s why he’s got this reputation for being a rascal cat.
    It dawned on Bob and me at about the same time that Chuck had no intention of remaining in the smart bag while I got my autograph and met the great Jackson Galaxy.  Chuck began to squirm big time.  He was literally planning to claw his way out.  Maybe hop onto the table and plop himself, belly and all, right in front of the cat whisperer.  Surprise the hell out of him.
    Harvey, the owner, pointed to me.  “Okay,” he said.  “You’re next.”
    Bob was supposed to stand there with my iphone and take the photo.
    Now we had to think fast.
    Bob handed me the iphone, grabbed the smart bag off my shoulder, and ran toward the front door of the book shop.  Now, luckily, it was so hot inside that the owners had opened the double doors in front, so escape outside, through the front, was easy peasy.
    Although, I’m sure everyone wondered why the hell my husband was suddenly rushing to stand near the front door.
    I, pretending not to notice that my husband was acting crazy, waltzed up calm as could be, holding my Cat Daddy book in one arm and my iphone in the other, and asked Jackson--in a cool twist of irony--to autograph the book to “Kate, Bob and CHUCK.”  
    Then I shook Jackson Galaxy’s hand and told him how much I enjoyed his show.  Of course, I told him ABOUT CHUCK.  His biggest fan.
    Harvey offered to take our photo.  I smiled.  I would deal with Chuck later.  For now--My Cat From Hell--would just have to get over it.

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 Wild Point Island, my paranormal romance, is available on Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble.com.  Recently it was rated 5 Stars by The E Book Reviewers, who said, "At the very core . . . is a multi-level mystery, with plot twists and turns that you never expected. And there is a deep touching love story that grasped my heart and never let go.  This is one book you must go buy now; once you start reading, you won’t be able to put it back down."