(This letter goes to Mom instead of myself.)
Dear Mom,
Happy Birthday to You,
Happy Birthday to You,
Happy Birthday Dear Mom,
Happy Birthday to You!
How old are you? Well, you're just the right age! That's right, you're just the right age.
I hope that you have a wonderful birthday today. Oh, Psycho says 'mrrrroooooeeeww mrrrooooooeeewww' which I think is kitty for Happy Birthday!
Love you Mom!
Shell
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Shipwrecked
Dear Shell,
Well it's time for another prompt. I've been busy with editing, writing, reading and exercising so I haven't had much time to blog. I did work on a prompt though recently that I'll post here.
Writing Prompt: You are shipwrecked on an island with 3 items. What are those three items and what will you do with them?
The waves lapped at my feet as I sat on the beach staring out at the ocean, at the crystal-blue sparkling ocean that had so recently been a boiling, angry, almost black monster. A monster that had wrapped its watery arms around the ship, twisting the steel and pulling the ship and her frightened passengers into the depths.
All of the passengers were now held in the cradle of the ocean, rocked to an endless sleep down below the deceptively beautiful surface. All the passengers except me.
The monster had rolled me along the surface, tossing me into the air then briefly pulling me under before throwing me onto the sandy beach of this seemingly deserted island.
Several items had washed up on the shore with me. I reached down and picked up the first item, a small pocket knife. the pocket knife had several attachments on it. Tiny dull scissors, a nail file, and a small flat-head screwdriver in addition to the normal 3 blades. Knowing it could come in handy, I tucked the knife into my pocket.
I picked up the second item, a rather large umbrella. Upon opening it, I saw that what I had thought was a jumble of colors was actually a picture of a red, blue and yellow parrot sitting on a leafy green branch. I thought about the umbrella for a moment then realized I could use it as part of the shelter I would build. I closed it and set the umbrella carefully behind me where the waves couldnt reach it.
The third item lay partially buried in the damp sand. I tugged on the edge, pulling it out of the sand. It was a Frisbee. "What good is a Frisbee going to be?" I spoke out loud, even though I knew no one could hear me. I sighed, turning the black plastic disc around in my hands. My fingers traced the gold letters that ringed the outer edge.
My gaze drifted back to the sparkling blue water then I turned and looked at the trees behind me. My eyes followed the trunk of a tree up and up, til I saw the fruit hanging from the branches. I glanced at the Frisbee again. I knew now how I would use it.
Hoping there's more than just coconuts on this island,
Shell
Well it's time for another prompt. I've been busy with editing, writing, reading and exercising so I haven't had much time to blog. I did work on a prompt though recently that I'll post here.
Writing Prompt: You are shipwrecked on an island with 3 items. What are those three items and what will you do with them?
The waves lapped at my feet as I sat on the beach staring out at the ocean, at the crystal-blue sparkling ocean that had so recently been a boiling, angry, almost black monster. A monster that had wrapped its watery arms around the ship, twisting the steel and pulling the ship and her frightened passengers into the depths.
All of the passengers were now held in the cradle of the ocean, rocked to an endless sleep down below the deceptively beautiful surface. All the passengers except me.
The monster had rolled me along the surface, tossing me into the air then briefly pulling me under before throwing me onto the sandy beach of this seemingly deserted island.
Several items had washed up on the shore with me. I reached down and picked up the first item, a small pocket knife. the pocket knife had several attachments on it. Tiny dull scissors, a nail file, and a small flat-head screwdriver in addition to the normal 3 blades. Knowing it could come in handy, I tucked the knife into my pocket.
I picked up the second item, a rather large umbrella. Upon opening it, I saw that what I had thought was a jumble of colors was actually a picture of a red, blue and yellow parrot sitting on a leafy green branch. I thought about the umbrella for a moment then realized I could use it as part of the shelter I would build. I closed it and set the umbrella carefully behind me where the waves couldnt reach it.
The third item lay partially buried in the damp sand. I tugged on the edge, pulling it out of the sand. It was a Frisbee. "What good is a Frisbee going to be?" I spoke out loud, even though I knew no one could hear me. I sighed, turning the black plastic disc around in my hands. My fingers traced the gold letters that ringed the outer edge.
My gaze drifted back to the sparkling blue water then I turned and looked at the trees behind me. My eyes followed the trunk of a tree up and up, til I saw the fruit hanging from the branches. I glanced at the Frisbee again. I knew now how I would use it.
Hoping there's more than just coconuts on this island,
Shell
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
PsychoKitty
Dear Shell,
As you know, in February we lost Junior, our beloved companion. I still expect to see him just around the corner, or expect him to jump up and cuddle with me on the couch late at night while I write. I really miss my Junior.
Our other cat, PsychoKitty, misses him too. It took her awhile to realize that she could eat out of the food bowl without having to wait for him to finish first. She would sit at the bowl and just wait, occasionally looking around for him, before she would finally eat. Now, she's getting kind of pudgy as she's learning she can eat all she wants from the bowl.
Psycho has earned her name, many times over, through the years that I've owned her. Nine years ago, I rescued her from the animal shelter. She was six months old, beautiful long gray and white fur, pure white whiskers and golden eyes. When I first brought her home, she was scared of everything and anything. The slightest movement or noise and she would hide for the next two hours. In the past few years, she's become much more sociable and loving. Fast movements still startle her but she doesn't hide for hours now.
Since we lost Junior, Psycho has become clingy and very vocal. We use an Internet voice chat to talk with some of our friends who live in other states, and they can hear her in the background meowing. Our friend Rob says she sounds like she is trying to meow and purr at the same time. When we're on the phone, the person on the other end can hear her loud and clear. We can even hear her across the house! I think about the only time she is not meowing, is when she's sleeping. But she'll wake up out of a deep sleep meowing at times.
We've been letting her sleep in the bedroom at night with us so she wont be lonely and she's pretty good about just curling up at the foot of the bed, between J and I, and sleeping there all night. She has decided though that she is my alarm clock. When she decides it's time for me to wake up, she lets me know. It doesn't matter if i came to bed at 8am and it's now 9am, she gets in my face and starts her loud, loud meow. And she doesn't stop until I finally wake up and pet her. Which makes her meow louder for a minute or two before she calms down and curls up again.
She wants to be wherever we are at all times. If we're in the living room, she's trying to cuddle up on our lap or chest. Computer room? that's time to curl up on J's lap! Or she'll lay on top of our computer towers and just hang out. Sometimes she'll curl up on the extra computer chair and sleep. Bedroom? she's curled up in a ball on one side of the bed or the other, until both of us are in there, then she's at the foot of the bed again.
Speaking of the Psycho... she just realized I left her alone in the living room and has come running through the house meowing to find me. She is sitting next to me now, letting me know she needs more attention.
Shell
As you know, in February we lost Junior, our beloved companion. I still expect to see him just around the corner, or expect him to jump up and cuddle with me on the couch late at night while I write. I really miss my Junior.
Our other cat, PsychoKitty, misses him too. It took her awhile to realize that she could eat out of the food bowl without having to wait for him to finish first. She would sit at the bowl and just wait, occasionally looking around for him, before she would finally eat. Now, she's getting kind of pudgy as she's learning she can eat all she wants from the bowl.
Psycho has earned her name, many times over, through the years that I've owned her. Nine years ago, I rescued her from the animal shelter. She was six months old, beautiful long gray and white fur, pure white whiskers and golden eyes. When I first brought her home, she was scared of everything and anything. The slightest movement or noise and she would hide for the next two hours. In the past few years, she's become much more sociable and loving. Fast movements still startle her but she doesn't hide for hours now.
Since we lost Junior, Psycho has become clingy and very vocal. We use an Internet voice chat to talk with some of our friends who live in other states, and they can hear her in the background meowing. Our friend Rob says she sounds like she is trying to meow and purr at the same time. When we're on the phone, the person on the other end can hear her loud and clear. We can even hear her across the house! I think about the only time she is not meowing, is when she's sleeping. But she'll wake up out of a deep sleep meowing at times.
We've been letting her sleep in the bedroom at night with us so she wont be lonely and she's pretty good about just curling up at the foot of the bed, between J and I, and sleeping there all night. She has decided though that she is my alarm clock. When she decides it's time for me to wake up, she lets me know. It doesn't matter if i came to bed at 8am and it's now 9am, she gets in my face and starts her loud, loud meow. And she doesn't stop until I finally wake up and pet her. Which makes her meow louder for a minute or two before she calms down and curls up again.
She wants to be wherever we are at all times. If we're in the living room, she's trying to cuddle up on our lap or chest. Computer room? that's time to curl up on J's lap! Or she'll lay on top of our computer towers and just hang out. Sometimes she'll curl up on the extra computer chair and sleep. Bedroom? she's curled up in a ball on one side of the bed or the other, until both of us are in there, then she's at the foot of the bed again.
Speaking of the Psycho... she just realized I left her alone in the living room and has come running through the house meowing to find me. She is sitting next to me now, letting me know she needs more attention.
Shell
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