The cat looked at the girl, tempted to remind her of his dignity. But as always, his hard sunlit eyes softened when they looked at his young charge. She was a sweet thing, a small playful human girl of four or five years, with pale gold hair and eyes as blue as the sky. The cat was currently being held in a most undignified fashion, his legs dangling off in the air and his body held stiff in the space between her arms and body. The girl swung him around, and his livid gold eyes bulged slightly. But he put up with it, albeit ungracefully. He put up with a lot, as was usual with human children of this age, but she was sweet and meant no harm.
“Wee!” she cried gleefully, spinning in circles with the cat held out in her arms, beginning to stumble as the dizziness crept over her. But as the cat clutched to her, eyes wide, she slowed, and finally, set him down. He sat in front of her, gazing at the child rather grumpily.
“You don’t like that, Leti?” she asked him worriedly. She stopped, thought for a moment, her brows creasing as her mind worked. “Let’s go play with the Iso-tammi!” She scooped him up and began to march in the direction of the garden. At the door out of the house, a woman with fair skin and dark hair scooped her up, cat and all, and smiled as the child squirmed in her arms.
“Aïti!” the girl shrieked in happiness. The cat winced and wished he could cover his ears. “Mama, let me down, let me down right now! Please?” Her mother smiled, once again, and chuckled.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe. Where were you going, Lemmikit, with your poor kitty in hand like that? Don’t you think he can walk himself?” she questioned.
“Yeah, but I’m carrying him! Isn’t that fun?” Lemmikit grinned impishly at her mother, and the cat s...
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... sun does. The moon and the sun will be in the sky together for that moment until the moon disappears into the House.”
“Thomas! Violet! Come eat dinner!” shouted their mother, and the children ran into the dining room to eat with their parents.
“I had a really weird dream last night… But I can’t really remember it…” Thomas trailed off, looking rather confused.
“So what constellations did you see this time, Thomas?” asked their father.
“All the usual ones. But it’s weird. I could swear that the Cat moved, ‘cause now it’s twining around the base of the Flower.”
When his parents shooed Thomas into bed, he peered into his telescope for one last look.
The Cat was still there, curled up around his Flower. His eyes were bright stars, shining strong against the night. And for a moment, one of them went out, then shone again.
"Mom! Dad! The Cat winked at me!"
The first thing which caught my attention was a photo of n “innocent kitten” and next to it was a caption. The caption was only eleven words; however within those eleven words the writer has given me a sympathetic connection towards it also, since they have used the term “kitten” it makes it seem more defenceless.
“I can’t go see her! I can’t, the boy was right my mother is a stinking polecat. I need sleep, I have to lay down right away.” Mr. Shiftlet said as he pulled into a park with four little children running around a playset. At first he was going to take a nap but then decided to go say hello to the young children.
In the mornings, my cat often takes up a post on my chest. His presence is heralded by a chirpy meow and four quarter-sized points of pressure where his feet make contact; as he relaxes, he settles into a loud, rhythmic purr, and the pressure of his 16 pounds is more evenly distributed across my ventral torso. If I'm slow to open my eyes, he reaches out a paw and gently pricks my face with his claws ‹ enough to make an impression but not do real damage. When I do open my eyes, I see the triangles of his ears, the dense, velvety blackness of his fur and the sheen of his nose; his yellow irises are thin rings around his dilated pupils in the dim, early light.
Her full heart-shaped lips with their natural light rose color beckon him to take and explore the depths of her luscious mouth. He brushed his lips against her all too tempting mouth. As a small sigh escaped her lips, his tongue slid inside to savor her sweet, spicy nectar. With a wanton nature, she nipped his playful probing tongue. This slip of a female was without guile, she made her needs be known to him without a word. With his Selkie, heighten senses, which enable him to hear her heart race from the pleasure of their kiss. Even as jaded as he was, he experienced a quickening of his own heartbeat. After such a kiss he had to have more, this made him question just who was the predator and who the prey in this
“Shut up i can talk how ever i want!” Lilly yelled, before she could turn right on the left side of her cheek, Mr. WIlson socked her. She ran down the hall with tears rolling down her face all the way to her bedroom slamming the door before Mr. Wilson could say anything else. She then threw herself on the ground bursting into tears. Laying on the floor she spotted something under her bed which at first seemed like a piece of old bark but it was the Monkey’s paw. Curiosity Lily inspected he paw not knowing the dangers it had caused. She then placed it in her pocket, thinking about how bad life was treating her.
...om her mother and transported to a pet store where she was locked in a cage until she was purchased by my friend Hailey. I want you to think about her excitement to have a home and Hailey’s excitement to have a new pet to love. Now I want you to think about Hailey receiving the devastating news that her puppy had to be euthanized and Daisy’s fear as she was taken from her owner’s hands and put to death.
The small legs that whisked back and forth in the open space of the vehicle were full of energy. The young girl spent the day with the two people she admired the most. A bigger version of herself sat in the passenger seat with her husband driving next to her. They laughed over conversation. Every so often, the girl would stick thin fingers against her mother’s shoulder to receive her attention. She would say something trivial and obvious, but her mother would still entertain her. She absorbed every phrase her daughter said as if each filled her with a tremendous joy and was the greatest thing ever spoken. Her mother had selected a black dress for her today with a large white ribbon tied around her midsection. Her hair had been combed back in two braids so that the tips were touching her shoulder blades. They were coming home late from a Christmas party at church.
Nor did she look in the blue bag. Instead she rummaged in her purse. In her hand appeared two bills. "You really and truly, earned this," she said handing them over. "Thank you for all your help, my pet." Rosaura felt her arms stiffen, stick close to her body, and then she noticed her mother 's hand on her shoulder. Instinctively she pressed herself against her mother 's body. That was all. Except her eyes. Rosaura 's eyes had a cold, clear look that fixed itself on Senora Ines 's face. Senora Ines, motionless, stood there with her hand outstretched. As if she didn 't dare draw it back. As if the slightest change might shatter an infinitely delicate
After a few minutes of looking, Rene discovered Purr beneath the table-tennis table. He cleared his throat, swallowed a phlegm-ball and began, “Come on, Purr, it’s time to find you a new home. And hey, don’t look at me that way, I’m not the one who messed up!” scolded Rene. “Thanks to you, I’ll never get to have my own pet cat!” And with that Rene led Purr out of the house and slowly hobbled down to the local pet shop. He knew that the owner would find Purr a good home. So after saying good-bye to Purr and thanking the owner of the pet shop, Rene painfully walked back home and attempted to drown his sorrows by reading his favorite book, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. But Rene’s pity party came to an abrupt end when his father reminded him about the mess he had neglected to clean up. And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, it dawned on Rene that someone else was going to have to do it from now on. He was mighty
Her pale, bloated face wore an expression of imbecile happiness. Every now and then her eyelids closed, and for a few seconds she seemed to be dozing. Then with a little start she would wake up again杦ake up to the aquarium antics of the Tennis Champions, to the Super-Vox-Wurlitzeriana rendering of "Hug me till you drug me, honey," to the warm draught of verbena that came blowing through the ventilator above her head-would wake to these things, or rather to a dream of which these things, transformed and embellished by the soma in her blood, were the marvellous constituents, and smile once more her broken and discoloured smile of infantile contentment.
“On October 10, 1999, a beautiful female cat came willingly to the four boys who
While observing Anna and Count Vronsky dance together at the ball, Kitty can’t help but become envious and saddened immediately upon seeing the excitement and happiness portrayed on Vronsky’s and Anna’s faces. She is heartbroken now, and many thoughts are swimming through her mind while she watches them dance around the large, illuminated ballroom. Kitty’s disposition in the novel ranges from sweet-natured to envious throughout. She has an extremely attachable personality, and is damaged easily when somebody leaves her behind.
unusual topic; the murder of a cat by a nine year old boy. The poet
... elbow grease. He slept more, and he lost weight from eating less and less. Eventually he looked so pitiful, it was all I could do not to cry every time I saw him. His pain was my pain, his suffering was my suffering. He struggled to do simple things like walk and jump. It was almost as if he was trying to hide the hurt from me, but I could see it in those intricate globes called eyes. The sparkle and color had been stolen from them and death crept its way not only to the soul of my cat, but to our entire household. That night sorrow and death knocked on our door, and released their unwanted wrath. Black smoke covered my eyes, and I reached out to Bazzle, but I knew it was already too late. Halos were a hidden comfort in his eyes, and he almost had a golden tint around him. I said, “I love you, Bazzle”, and he was carried out the door. He never came back.