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Yellow Fellow – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Bright sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the room with its warm yellow glow. Sally, who was sitting at her desk, paused from writing on her computer when a ginger ball of fur jumped up beside the computer and started to walk across it.

Sally sighed, gave the cat a quick pat, then picked it up and set back down on the floor. The cat stared indignantly at her with its yellow eyes.

“I know, Freddie,” Sally told him. “I know. You’re hungry. I’ll feed you in a few minutes, okay? Just let me finish this up real quick.”

The cat blinked at her for a few moments, then sauntered off. Sally stretched in her chair, started to type again, but found she’d lost her train of thought. So she got up and went over to the window. She stared out at the trees of small woods behind her house for a moment, then started to open the window to let in some fresh air. As she did, a small yellow blur moving out among the trees caught her eye. She watched it for a moment, until she realized the blur was actually a small yellow kitten stumbling along among the underbrush.

Sally hurried outside. Freddie watched from the window as Sally ran across the backyard to where the yellow kitten was. Sally knelt beside it and saw it was a very young kitten, not even 8 weeks old yet. It looked dirty and a little underfed. It mewed weakly up at her as she studied it. Sally glanced around, wondering where it had come from and if its mother or any other kittens were near. She didn’t see any, so she picked it up and carried it with her as she searched the woods.

Sally searched for a while, but didn’t go too deep into the woods as she didn’t think the kitten could have come from very far away. But not finding any other kittens or the mother cat, she decided to take the kitten home with her and care for it.

When she got home, she gave the kitten some food and bath, where she found that the kitten was a boy. She decided to call him her “yellow fellow” until she could come up with a more appropriate name.

Once the kitten was clean and well fed, she took him into the living room, where she made him bed from the pillows on the couch and settled him on the floor beside her desk so she could keep an eye on him as she worked. She’d take him to the vet in the morning to get him checked out.

The kitten slept peacefully as she typed away. Fred, the ginger tom cat, who still hadn’t been fed, came into the room and walked over to the desk. He started to jump on it, then noticed the bed of pillows and sleeping kitten. He crept over to it, gave the kitten a sniff, then glared indignantly at Sally with his yellow eyes as if to say, “Why?”

The kitten turned over and started softly purring. Fred sat and watched it for a bit then, slowly, he gave it a small lick on the top of its head. Then he jumped up on the desk and started walking on the computer keyboard again.

Sally sighed. “All right, Fred. All right. Dinner time.”


This post part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “Why/Y”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 28/18

 

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The Best Therapist – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds #NationalPetDay

Happy National Pet Day to all pet parents 🙂

 

 

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As any pet parent knows, “the best therapist has fur and four legs!”

 

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This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:

One-Liner Wednesday – Who are you?

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Gone But Not Forgotten – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds

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Today marks 4 years since my Cinnamon girl crossed the Rainbow Bridge and became an angel. I miss you my sweet Cinny and I’ll see you again one day across the Bridge.

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This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:

One-Liner Wednesday – The Perfect Toy


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Get Used To It – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds

 

 

“Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.” – Robert A. Heinlein

 

 

This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:

One-Liner Wednesday – It’s Surreal

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Black Cats – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds

Since today would have been my sweet angel Shadow’s 15th birthday, and tomorrow is Black Cat Appreciation Day, I decided to share a favorite quote:

 

“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere.” – Groucho Marx

 

Happy birthday, my sweet Shadow boy! I miss you.

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This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:

One-Liner Wednesday – Wordless

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Buy Happiness – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds #cleartheshelter

 

You can buy happiness if you pay an adoption fee and save the life of a pet, so help #cleartheshelter.

 

 

This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:

One-Liner Wednesday – Priorities

 

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How To Tell If Your Cat Is Plotting To Kill You – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

Lately, I’ve taken to writing little stories or the occasional poem for the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, but this time the prompt is to use a book title – either one that you’re reading or one nearby – and write the post based on the book title and what it brings to mind.

Now, I have a couple of books I’m currently reading, but their titles don’t work too well with this prompt, but one I have nearby to read next seemed to be promising, so I’m gonna see what I can do with it. That book is by the humorist, The Oatmeal, and is called How to Tell if Your Cat is Plotting to Kill You.

Now, as a cat lover and former cat owner (my Shadow has been gone almost a year), I’ve heard people talk about cats being evil and plotting to kill you, and I don’t really believe it to be true (as some people tend to do) and instead consider myself part of the larger cat-loving community who joke about it instead.

That being said, my mind has also tried to go through some memories to see if there might have been any indications of Shadow’s plotting or failed attempts to kill me. Some possibilities include:

*The many times he would climb up in my lap, reach up, put his paws on my shoulders, and lick my earlobes while purring and kneading my shoulders. I thought it was just an endearing habit, an indication of his contentment and happiness with me, and seeing me as his “mommy”. But maybe the kneading (with claws extended) and licking were something more, like he was trying to “soften” me up and get a taste?

*Jumping up on my dresser and shelves in the middle of the night, knocking stuff over. I thought it was just to get my attention, to get me up so I’d put him outside. Maybe he was trying put stuff on the floor for me to trip over in the dark, instead?

*Getting chummy with his poodle fur-sister, Cinnamon (see my main blog photo, above). On the surface, it appeared they had learned to get along like family. But maybe Shadow was actually recruiting her to his cause, because they both would be constantly underfoot (and especially Cinnamon), making it hard to walk without tripping over them, and in the kitchen in particular.

*Then there’s this photo, where he seems to be saying, “Fire up this grill, or else.”

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*And too, he was a black cat, a “ninja” cat, as many in the cat community refer to them, and he was constantly practicing his hiding skills outside:

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Hmm.. I don’t know. Maybe there is some truth to it, after all?


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “book title”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 15/17

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