Battle Cats Contender

Writing 101, Day 15 You’re told that an event that’s dear to your heart — an annual fair, festival, or conference — will be cancelled forever (or taken over by an evil organization).  was held without you knowing about it. For your twist, read your piece aloud, multiple times. Hone that voice of yours!


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My contentious look!

Hey, did you hear about auditions for a new TV show called Battle Cats? No! Me either! They announced it in November and I didn’t find out about it until…MAY! and by then it was too late…. grrrr. I can’t believe I missed it. I watch the news on TV almost every night, and the only night it was broadcasted, my humans where AWOC! (absent without cat!) Finally, a televised cat show held practically in my own backyard… a 30 minute car ride away… and I’m not going to be in it. I’ve trained long and hard for something like this. Sit, click, treat! Shake a paw, click, treat! High five, click, treat! TARGET! Target? Touch the nose on the pom pom end of the stick, click, treat! Follow the pom-pom UP! Follow the pom-pom DOWN! Follow the freak’n pom-pom all AROUND, click, treat! Oh ya, I’m so ready, but I’m not going to be in it.

Can you tell I’m a little ticked? You know it. “I coulda been a contender”, is all I think of now. A competition to show off how agile I am… how svelte I am… especially under pressure. Yep, they missed out on finding the fiercest Battle Cat of them all. I’m the cathlete of cathletes. They want meow factor, I got meow factor. They want catitude, guess what I got. What they don’t got, is me, and believe me, they need me. Just know this TV humans running Battle Cats, I am honing my skills. I have watched some episodes on Youtube and I know what to do. I reached out and left you my name and number. I know where you are, and you know where I am, so let’s not let this happen again when season 2 comes around shall we…and there better be a season 2. Or else!

 

Flavourites of Kittenhood

Writing 101 Day 10, Today, be inspired by a favorite kittenhood meal. For the twist, focus on infusing the post with your unique voice — even if that makes you a little nervous.


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My earliest memory is of a not so inspiring kittenhood meal that consisted of some kind of a wet meaty slurry and a bowl of water. About a month later, the slurry became more solid and was joined by another bowl containing little bites of crunchy food. We called them crunchies because kibble sounded a little too dog. Turkey, chicken, beef and fish, my palate was well diversified, and well, still is. Once in a while my human mom would give me a tiny bowl of milk as she had done for all her previous kittens and cats, but then she was “advised” that cows milk was bad for us. I didn’t have a problem digesting it but she didn’t want to take any more chances even though her cat Coco had lived for 18 years supplemented with cows milk now & then.

My humans would be away all day, so being more nocturnal than diurnal, I mostly slept during that time. They’d play with me in the evening, but when they went to bed, I’d be still be wide awake. I tried to sleep with them but after getting rolled on or kicked off the bed once too many times, I ventured back down to the basement and there I learned to hunt. Now being an indoor cat you’d wonder what I would hunt for. Bugs! You’d be surprised how many bugs would come out of the wood work in the dark. I didn’t have to go outside, they came in. Bugs are like vitamins. Spiders, moths, earwigs etc.  Some tasted better than others, but they were all fun to try to catch. Another odd food that I like is lettuce and grass. My human dad would say I’m my mom’s cat because she likes her greens too.  My dad’s not much of a green food guy at all.

I was about 2 months old when a special little bag of food appeared. Hard’n crunchy outside, soft’n meaty inside. Meowee, they were de-lish.  They were so special that they’d be hand fed to me. She’d get a handful of those treats, ten to fifteen of them, and sit with me on the floor in a separate room from anyone else. Just the two of us. It was a special time, our time. Treat, click, treat, click, treat, click.  She called it “charging the clicker” which was teaching me that the clicker meant treats. Those treats combined with the clicker inspired me to learn my tricks. I’d do anything they asked of me. Any flavour too, it didn’t matter.  This would continue for about ten minutes, one or two times a day, for a few days. That was it, I got it. Three months later I had learned 4 tricks: Sit, shake a paw, high five, and sit up. It didn’t matter anymore either who asked me to do the tricks, just as long as they had those or any treats. I’d do them for people food too. Steak and roast chicken were a big favourite. Then, when I was about 7 months old the ultimate treats started, but those are stories for another day. Excuse me now while I make this bowl of Mariner’s Catch disappear, nom nom nom nom! =^,,^=

Mom took this picture of me because I was too young to do it myself.

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Setting Sight on Sammy

Writing 101, day 6. Today, you’ll write about the most interesting purrson you’ve met in 2014. In your twist, develop and shape your portrait further in a character study.


I don’t really get to be around too many furiends for any great length of time, but one day about 10 months ago the front door opened and in came a large white cardboard box with a series of small holes around the sides and a handle on top. “She” had arrived. Continue reading

Tricks Are For Cats Too

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It’s a real treat to watch a cat purrform tricks just like a dog. The trick is you need more patience, a lot more, because we aren’t dogs but we are trainable. Humans just love it when I come in the room and show them what I can do, and then they give me lots of treats! However, as you know, we cats like to follow our own agendas on our own time. You’d think with only about 5 mins purr training session that it wouldn’t work, and purrhaps feel like giving up or not even start.  I’m here to encourage you and your humans that if you do decide to start, to not give up too soon because if you purrrsevere, you too can create the magic fur yourselves. Continue reading