purple tongue panting
sun-heated fur, sunshine paws
I hike! I like! ruff
on a scale of 1 to 8, I’m a ca-nine by Ally Andersen
aloof feline boss.
I rule, command, what I see.
know this, slave, or die.
cat-ness by Angie Quantrell
Teacher (the older one) and student (from way back when in 3rd grade) who is now a senior in high school!
Fun! What a lovely, well-spoken young lady! It was a joy to spend time with her.
between here and there;
temptress, splayed and inviting.
kitty danger zone.
by Angie Quantrell
Happy Hump Day Haiku Challenge! Have you dared to touch the danger zone? I’d love to read your haiku about facing a danger zone.
surprise dinner plans
salmon encrusted
with spicy cajun tartar;
cat had other plans
aluminum foil
cooler than summer and fur;
unsupervised cat
kitty barbeque?
dare not, methinks, feline love.
new foil, fish dinner
by Angie Quantrell
BEWARE leaving the cat alone to her own devices in the RV while I’m out trotting around the pasture.
How has your cat (dog, child, husband, wife) surprised you? Share by penning a haiku!
When I go to bed…
When I get up…
Sometime during the night, someone has a party in the RV. Someone short, furry, wild, and nocturnal.
Monet? Was that you? That was quite some fun you had last night. Just look at that couch! How many toys did you leave tossed here and there? Was that thuh-dump duh-dump duh-dump duh-dump I heard? Were you galloping up and down the hallway? Climbing the window shelves? Leaping from the counters?
Oh, my.
It’s a nocturnal Kitty-Cat RV Party!
Tonight, we put away the breakables.
Tell me. What happens at your house during the wee hours of the night?
Monet, sleeping during the day.
Just before Christmas, our family was devastated to discover neighborhood dogs had destroyed our precious love-love (my nickname for her) Mabel. It was pretty awful. We still miss our little gray girl every day.
No more “Which one is this?” from the grands (and everyone else). No more help working on my writing projects. No more kitty tracks on my printed papers. No more head butts and lap cuddles.
Monet, her twin sister, was lost for quite a few weeks and is now just finally starting to come into her own as an ONLY cat. There are times she quite enjoys the attention. The rest of the time she’d rather be out mousing or birding. She was always the more independent wild thing.
To combat future attacks, we put up a gate on our driveway to discourage any other dogs from wandering in to check out what trouble they could get into. As Papa and Hayden finished up the gate, they decided it should be named after Mabel, a tribute to her short, cuddly, furry life.
Perfect! In honor of our Mabes, Mabel, love-love, gray girl, kitty baby. The MABEL gate. Ta-da!
by Angie Quantrell
dead stuff
every. single. day.
dead stuff is delivered.
fur. teeth. tails. tiny feet.
feathers. skulls. wings asunder.
the odd beak.
legless bugs. drips of blood.
eerie green body parts.
dead stuff. in life. in dreams.
felines hard at work.
freeze. winter. come soon.
put to ground the endless corpses
delivered as gifts.
pause the need for caution
when opening the door or
placing feet along the body strewn gravel,
blending in, creating traps for thoughtless tread.
drop. temperature. ice-over.
to sleep. to fly south. to hibernate.
what happened to lumps of fur nested
in front of roaring fires?
rest, kitties, rest.
Who me? I would NEVER bring in a headless rat…
Source: Caturday funnies — cat shaming edition
Oh, this is too funny! I can’t decide if my two girls should be shamed more for the headless rat in our bedroom or the live and romping rat in the guest room (in the middle of my birthday party)!
How about you? What naughty things has your kitty been up to?
photos and poem by angie quantrell
orange plus pink
sweet hues of sunset
and dessert
taste yummy to my eyes
and gift me
a smile
Storystorm is coming to an end in a few days. I will miss the daily posts by others working in the field of picture books!
Along the way, I’ve learned, brainstormed, taken notes, and jotted down many ideas for future writing projects. Way to go, Tara Lazar and all of the presenters! You can visit Tara’s site and check it out here.
Another unexpected result from Storystorm came this morning. I have now hired a personal assistant. Welcome, Mabel!
Shouldn’t have eaten that last donut. No longer a size 7.5.
Sigh.
(Reblogged from 2010)
In honor of those pets we’ve loved and lost. Meet Annabelle, who was spending time with mommy and trying to nonchalantly fit inside her box. Miss you, my beautiful tuxedo cat fur baby.
Love, Laughter, and Life 