One day, a mother cat gave birth to five lovely kittens. There was trouble afoot, however, as this mother lived on top of a very tall hill, and one day, when the kittens were learning to walk, one walked off the edge of a small cliff and fell.
Fortunately, the kitten was all right, for it was a very bouncy kitten, and it soon proved to be the same for all the other kittens. Thus, life was good for the kitty family.
Showing posts with label cat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cat. Show all posts
Monday, November 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Daily Story 63 - The Most Amazing Story EVER
Okay so this one time I was doing something, I don't remember what but I think it was in the kitchen and I was like putting away dishes or something, I dunno, but it was something like that and I was somewhere boring like that doing something boring and stuff. Anyway, I heard this noise, or I think I did, I might have imagined it or something, but I'm pretty sure I heard it so I went to go check it out and there was this thing in the one place, I don't know if it was the bathroom or the dining room but it was somewhere with a table or maybe it was a counter or sitting on a dresser or something but there was this thing sitting on something and I was all 'oh my god what the hell is that thing' and it was all 'Cat, I'm a Kitty Cat' except it didn't actually say that because it was a cat and cats don't talk but whatever you get my point and it went meow meow meow and then I was like CAAAAAAAAAAT and I ran away.
It was awesome.
It was awesome.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Daily Story 37 - I Miss Gandhi... and Cats in General
(Note: This was written before Gandhi was put to sleep in January.)
(Mom, since I know you're going to read this... why don't we have a cat?)
Alex stared out the window at the falling snow going drip drip drip.
Oh, wait. That wasn't snow.
Alex stared out the window at the falling blood going drip drip drip.
Apparently there was a wounded bird on the rooftop. Alex called animal control and they brought the bird to a vet.
Alex stared out the window at the falling peppermints going drip drip drip.
He had no idea what was going on now.
Alex stared out the window at the falling rain going drip drip drip.
It was a depressing sort of storm. He wanted to go outside and play with his friends, but it was too cold and the rain was coming down too hard. He was stuck in this house with nothing but a lazy cat to keep him company. His parents weren't home, and they didn't like him having company over when they were away, so he had to stay there all by himself. The electricity had gone out so he couldn't watch TV or play computer games. He had a few books, but the light was too dim to read them. He supposed he could find a flashlight, but the house was cold and he didn't want to leave his warm spot. So he sat and stared out the window, thinking of days when he would play in the great oak tree out front. He stared at the branches, watching them sway as they submitted to the strong winds of the storm. His life was changing, and he was afraid of what the future held.
He wrapped his arms around his chest and shrank deeper into his pile of pillows. Just then, he heard a meow, and he looked at the floor to see his cat just before it jumped up and curled up against his chest. Alex smiled and stroked the cat's warm, soft fur. She must have been cold, too...
He looked out the window again. The storm was still going strong, but he wasn't out in it. He was safe, behind this glass window, and he was warm.
That's all that mattered to him.
(Mom, since I know you're going to read this... why don't we have a cat?)
Alex stared out the window at the falling snow going drip drip drip.
Oh, wait. That wasn't snow.
Alex stared out the window at the falling blood going drip drip drip.
Apparently there was a wounded bird on the rooftop. Alex called animal control and they brought the bird to a vet.
Alex stared out the window at the falling peppermints going drip drip drip.
He had no idea what was going on now.
Alex stared out the window at the falling rain going drip drip drip.
It was a depressing sort of storm. He wanted to go outside and play with his friends, but it was too cold and the rain was coming down too hard. He was stuck in this house with nothing but a lazy cat to keep him company. His parents weren't home, and they didn't like him having company over when they were away, so he had to stay there all by himself. The electricity had gone out so he couldn't watch TV or play computer games. He had a few books, but the light was too dim to read them. He supposed he could find a flashlight, but the house was cold and he didn't want to leave his warm spot. So he sat and stared out the window, thinking of days when he would play in the great oak tree out front. He stared at the branches, watching them sway as they submitted to the strong winds of the storm. His life was changing, and he was afraid of what the future held.
He wrapped his arms around his chest and shrank deeper into his pile of pillows. Just then, he heard a meow, and he looked at the floor to see his cat just before it jumped up and curled up against his chest. Alex smiled and stroked the cat's warm, soft fur. She must have been cold, too...
He looked out the window again. The storm was still going strong, but he wasn't out in it. He was safe, behind this glass window, and he was warm.
That's all that mattered to him.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Daily Story 5 - Cat Poop
(This one is dedicated to my brother.)
Once upon a time there was a cat. He was a grey cat. His name was Gandhi. He liked to meow at people, and he liked to play. He was a big cat, and all his long fur made him look incredibly fat. He enjoyed life because he didn't have to worry about food or water. He had a warm home and his human didn't pester him with stupid prissy outfits or annoying cutesy voices. Yes, life was good in his little home in Munich.
However, there was something missing in his life. There was a treasure he'd been seeking, ever since he was a tiny little kitten with tiny little pawsies. No. Paws. He was not going to sink to the level of those pesky guests his human allowed into his home from time to time. He was a dignified cat, the pride of the apartment, even if he wasn't allowed out of his human's small room half the time...
Nevertheless, Gandhi was master of the house. There was no denying it. After all, if the humans tried to poison him with disgusting food, he could easily get revenge by having an 'accident' on the living room floor. Sure, he could avoid the mess by lurking near his commode, but what was the point in making things easy for the humans? No, he was certainly the one in charge.
Unfortunately, this was not enough to ease the uncertainty that gnawed at his mind day after day. He knew not where he could find that treasure he sought, only that it was somewhere out of reach. And so one morning, while his human was away, Gandhi left his warm and comfortable home to find what he was looking for.
He searched in the alleys, and he searched in the streets. He searched the U-Bahn, and he searched the S-Bahn. He searched through stores, and he searched through parks. He searched everywhere a cat could go, and he found nothing. Eventually he gave up and returned home. His human had not returned, so Gandhi decided to leave a message for him on the middle of the dining room floor before returning to the comfort of his bed.
His human was very baffled as to how Gandhi had managed to get out of his room and poop on the dining room floor when the door was shut just as tightly as it had been when he'd left.
(note: this was written when Gandhi was still alive. He passed away this January. :( )
Once upon a time there was a cat. He was a grey cat. His name was Gandhi. He liked to meow at people, and he liked to play. He was a big cat, and all his long fur made him look incredibly fat. He enjoyed life because he didn't have to worry about food or water. He had a warm home and his human didn't pester him with stupid prissy outfits or annoying cutesy voices. Yes, life was good in his little home in Munich.
However, there was something missing in his life. There was a treasure he'd been seeking, ever since he was a tiny little kitten with tiny little pawsies. No. Paws. He was not going to sink to the level of those pesky guests his human allowed into his home from time to time. He was a dignified cat, the pride of the apartment, even if he wasn't allowed out of his human's small room half the time...
Nevertheless, Gandhi was master of the house. There was no denying it. After all, if the humans tried to poison him with disgusting food, he could easily get revenge by having an 'accident' on the living room floor. Sure, he could avoid the mess by lurking near his commode, but what was the point in making things easy for the humans? No, he was certainly the one in charge.
Unfortunately, this was not enough to ease the uncertainty that gnawed at his mind day after day. He knew not where he could find that treasure he sought, only that it was somewhere out of reach. And so one morning, while his human was away, Gandhi left his warm and comfortable home to find what he was looking for.
He searched in the alleys, and he searched in the streets. He searched the U-Bahn, and he searched the S-Bahn. He searched through stores, and he searched through parks. He searched everywhere a cat could go, and he found nothing. Eventually he gave up and returned home. His human had not returned, so Gandhi decided to leave a message for him on the middle of the dining room floor before returning to the comfort of his bed.
His human was very baffled as to how Gandhi had managed to get out of his room and poop on the dining room floor when the door was shut just as tightly as it had been when he'd left.
(note: this was written when Gandhi was still alive. He passed away this January. :( )
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