No, I am not up super early, in fact I haven't slept yet. I wanted to finish up some things so I could sleep freely. It took longer than I expected and I wasn't going to blog any, but my book isn't done transfering so here I am. =D
Tonight and this morning I am thinking happy thoughts and lovely things so here are some lovely thoughts for you. I find that there is something truly awesome about holding another living being. It's one thing to see them walk, talk, moo, hiss, pur ect. but when you touch another living being, even as small as my tiny leopard gecko Joei, you can feel their life.
I love to hold cats or dogs or lizards and feel their tiny heart beats and the rhythm of their breathing; it's comforting somehow. And let's don't forget hugs.
Here, only real hugs count. While side hugs may be appropriate in some circumstances, they are not real hugs and do not make a connection. Perhaps that is part of why I am such a cuddlebug; I am comforted by that feeling of life.
So cheers to life and living! ... and the hugs ;)
Showing posts with label kittens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kittens. Show all posts
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Monstro! the beginning
The meadow lay behind Mrs. Jeraldson's house just up the street. Old Mrs. Jeraldson did not live there anymore, but the family still kept the house and visited every so often. The children weren't generally allowed in the meadow, but sometimes when no one was watching Lanie snuck off to make flower bouquets on her favorite rock. She was the youngest of the three Seuly children; Jamy Nate and Annie Lane Seuly. When Mr. and Mrs. Seuly were out, Jamy and Nate were supposed to look after Lanie, but being that they were boys, they had no time to baby sit a little sister.
On that particular day the boys were collecting ants for their ant war. They told Lanie that she couldn't help and would only get in the way, but she did not want to play with bugs and when their backs were turned she slipped away.
It had rained the night before and the meadow glistened darkly with the moisture. The rock would be wet still, so Lanie walked around picking flowers for awhile. There was a decomposing log near the rock, its bottom slick. Something lay on the log, but Lanie could not see what it was from where she stood. She went closer. The creature lay in a tangled heap like a rag doll. Lanie felt tears prick at her eyes as she came closer to the log. Weakly, one eye opened and stared.
Lanie caught her breath; he was still alive. She set down her flowers and gingerly cradled the small bundle in her arms. He was a kitten, very small and so dirty that his color was indeterminable. The kitten did not struggle, only shivered as Lanie held him. She stood and carried him home.
"Please Daddy," Lanie begged, "I'll take care of him. Please Daddy, he looked so scared and all alone.
Mr. Seuly had come home to find Lanie sitting on the front steps humming to a bundle of blankets she held in her arms. He thought at first that it was a doll of hers, but frowned when he saw the mud streaked down the front of her shirt. He had stepped out of the car and come up beside her, and that was when she had shone him the kitten. The boys had come running up from the back yard moments later and now stood a few feet away, looking somewhat nervous.
"Cats don't have families," Jamy interjected, "they don't need anyone."
"O yes they do," Lanie shot back. "Little ones like this one do."
"Boys, go inside and wash up for dinner," Mr. Seuly said turning to address them. "your mother will be home soon."
The boys hurried into the house, happy to get away but uncertain whether they might still be in trouble.
Mr. Seuly sat beside his daughter and peered down at the dirty little face in the blankets.
"Sweety, you know that cat might belong to someone else."
"Then they wouldn't have left him all alone."
"But what if he got lost?"
Lanie considered this.
"Then we can put up fliers, but Daddy we can't just leave him alone till someone finds him. Can I keep him please, just till we find his real home?"
"You're going to have to take care of him. You'll have to feed and play with ...," but he never got the chance to finish because at that moment Lanie had jumped up and thrown her arms as far around her father as they would go, crushing the kitten between them.
He was a beautiful kitten; somewhat on the small side but he seemed to do alright once he was cleaned and kept warm and out of the rain. He had brilliant green eyes that watched everything like two inquisitive emeralds staring out from his little pixy face. His fur was on the darker side of orange, almost the color of a red fox, but his markings were what made him stand out. His underbelly and up over his throat to his chin were white, and he had a small white diamond just above his left eye. To complete the package his entire front left leg up to the shoulder blade was white giving him a somewhat unbalanced look.
"I want to call him Browny," Lanie announced.
"He isn't brown," Nate objected.
"Pixy dust?"
"What would you want to give him a name like that for? It sounds too girly. If he was a kid with that name, he'd get laughed off the playground."
Lanie chewed on a strand of her hair as she considered the kitten.
"He should have a big name because he's so small. I like ... Monstro."
Nate set down his game controller and squinted at the kitten. Then he began to laugh, but Lanie had made up her mind; Monstro purred.
On that particular day the boys were collecting ants for their ant war. They told Lanie that she couldn't help and would only get in the way, but she did not want to play with bugs and when their backs were turned she slipped away.
It had rained the night before and the meadow glistened darkly with the moisture. The rock would be wet still, so Lanie walked around picking flowers for awhile. There was a decomposing log near the rock, its bottom slick. Something lay on the log, but Lanie could not see what it was from where she stood. She went closer. The creature lay in a tangled heap like a rag doll. Lanie felt tears prick at her eyes as she came closer to the log. Weakly, one eye opened and stared.
Lanie caught her breath; he was still alive. She set down her flowers and gingerly cradled the small bundle in her arms. He was a kitten, very small and so dirty that his color was indeterminable. The kitten did not struggle, only shivered as Lanie held him. She stood and carried him home.
"Please Daddy," Lanie begged, "I'll take care of him. Please Daddy, he looked so scared and all alone.
Mr. Seuly had come home to find Lanie sitting on the front steps humming to a bundle of blankets she held in her arms. He thought at first that it was a doll of hers, but frowned when he saw the mud streaked down the front of her shirt. He had stepped out of the car and come up beside her, and that was when she had shone him the kitten. The boys had come running up from the back yard moments later and now stood a few feet away, looking somewhat nervous.
"Cats don't have families," Jamy interjected, "they don't need anyone."
"O yes they do," Lanie shot back. "Little ones like this one do."
"Boys, go inside and wash up for dinner," Mr. Seuly said turning to address them. "your mother will be home soon."
The boys hurried into the house, happy to get away but uncertain whether they might still be in trouble.
Mr. Seuly sat beside his daughter and peered down at the dirty little face in the blankets.
"Sweety, you know that cat might belong to someone else."
"Then they wouldn't have left him all alone."
"But what if he got lost?"
Lanie considered this.
"Then we can put up fliers, but Daddy we can't just leave him alone till someone finds him. Can I keep him please, just till we find his real home?"
"You're going to have to take care of him. You'll have to feed and play with ...," but he never got the chance to finish because at that moment Lanie had jumped up and thrown her arms as far around her father as they would go, crushing the kitten between them.
He was a beautiful kitten; somewhat on the small side but he seemed to do alright once he was cleaned and kept warm and out of the rain. He had brilliant green eyes that watched everything like two inquisitive emeralds staring out from his little pixy face. His fur was on the darker side of orange, almost the color of a red fox, but his markings were what made him stand out. His underbelly and up over his throat to his chin were white, and he had a small white diamond just above his left eye. To complete the package his entire front left leg up to the shoulder blade was white giving him a somewhat unbalanced look.
"I want to call him Browny," Lanie announced.
"He isn't brown," Nate objected.
"Pixy dust?"
"What would you want to give him a name like that for? It sounds too girly. If he was a kid with that name, he'd get laughed off the playground."
Lanie chewed on a strand of her hair as she considered the kitten.
"He should have a big name because he's so small. I like ... Monstro."
Nate set down his game controller and squinted at the kitten. Then he began to laugh, but Lanie had made up her mind; Monstro purred.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Catching Up
Well, I've been gone for quite awhile haven't I? Nothing much has happened at work, and the people who are holding my writing machine still have it which makes me very unhappy. On the bright side however, I am nearly done with my kitten. I've decided to go with green eyes instead of blue and i'm actually still waiting for those,but they should be coming tomorrow. yea! I got a bit anxious after awhile and turned the kitten rightside outso that his fur is showing. I have to say I'm quite happy with him so far and the paws came out nearly perfect.So now he sits on my bed awaiting eyes, then I can stuff him.
My fourth of July weekend was actually nicer than it's been in awhile. i went out with a friend of mine and since it was such a nice day we staied out and found some fireworks. It turned out we could see the ones from Bostonand we had the Boston Pops concert playing on the radio. I love the Pops. I got to dance with Kieth Lockhart once, it was very cool.but the best part is that summer is finally here. Of course this means that the mosquitos are out and that it's hot and sticky out, but I'd take that over all that rain we had. Mississippi can have all our rain, we got too much.
I've got no other projects going aside from my kitten byut i do need to get working on a certain seal. and now I should probably try sleep, something i have not been able to acomplish in weeks. Happy Tuesday!
My fourth of July weekend was actually nicer than it's been in awhile. i went out with a friend of mine and since it was such a nice day we staied out and found some fireworks. It turned out we could see the ones from Bostonand we had the Boston Pops concert playing on the radio. I love the Pops. I got to dance with Kieth Lockhart once, it was very cool.but the best part is that summer is finally here. Of course this means that the mosquitos are out and that it's hot and sticky out, but I'd take that over all that rain we had. Mississippi can have all our rain, we got too much.
I've got no other projects going aside from my kitten byut i do need to get working on a certain seal. and now I should probably try sleep, something i have not been able to acomplish in weeks. Happy Tuesday!
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