"My turn. I swear to the heavens I will put your story into shame." Foster exclaimed as he pumped his chest with a closed fist and pointed his index finger towards Kim's face.
"Meh, fine. I'm ready." Kim replied with a facial expression that spelled a lack of enthusiasm.
Engineering drop-outs turned starving artists, Foster and Kim sat on their king-sized bed with their legs crossed on top of each other.
"Picture me this: a domesticated house cat named Furry sleeps cozily on the floor, curled up with his tail near his head. His owners gave him an emerald taillace-it's like a necklace, but for the feline's tail." Foster stopped as he felt Kim's confusion with the sudden deafening silence that surrounded them.
"See, it's a thing in this story's universe. Hey, taillace might be a nice new product for today's cat lovers!"
Upon hearing the word "emerald", Kim reminisced about their first meeting three years ago, in a café, just right after Kim's latest book launch. The young Foster awkwardly but proudly sat on the vacant chair right in front of Kim, albeit unacquainted nor uninvited, while holding a copy of her children's book.
"You still there? I feel darkness here."
"Uh yeah, I'm sorry. Just, remembered, things. Nothing important. Go on." Kim snapped out of reminiscence.
"Phew. Okay.
A few moments after that, he felt something was wrong. Something moved somewhere. The peaceful greenness of the surroundings, suddenly turned into a warm, dangerous orange. Furry then tried to flex up his legs and wag his tail while trying to stand up. His tail felt a bit lighter than before-his taillace was taken away from him.
Worried, he tried to walk in circles hoping that it just fell off near him. But it was not there. Furry decid...
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...rry's vision of pink and yellow turned once again to an ebony black with spots of dark violet in it. He stepped on a fish skeleton. The end." Foster ended his story.
"That was it? That ending was so lame! What happened to his taillace? And a fish skeleton? Really?" Kim was shocked, expecting a much better ending for the children's story.
"Well, I learned this "plot twist" trick from a renowned best-seller children's book author! I'm not giving it a reasonable ending until you give me back my boxers. Seriously. It really feels dark blue down there." Foster-an aspiring children's book writer with the case of grapheme-color synesthesia-replied.
"Your boxer shorts is your blindfold. Kinky, eh?" Kim, Foster's girlfriend, answered.
Throughout their battle for the title of the "best children's story author ever", they were playing cats, and they were blindfolded.
Nadine and Dora think that they are much better than Ellen. They ignore her because they think that she is "cheap". For Christmas Ellen wants to give them wonderful presents but she can't afford buying presents. So she decides to paint them a picture of two cats. When her aunt asks her what she wants for Christmas she just asks for a package of art paper.
his head, whereupon he turned and caught it with trembling fingers and set it back in
A murmuring hum caught in a robust chest cavity was the sign of his waking. The sharpening of Lord Kazetora’s breath as his lashes parted, then closed tightly, then parted one more. His crimsons flickered like quiet flames in the darkness of his den. Silken whiskers twitched softly against the short hairs of his paws.
He scurried into the refrigerator and got out the eggs, milk and whoooole lot of BUTTER!
Miss Brill is without any relatives or close friends. She has no acquaintances to converse with. Therefore, she treats her fur as if it were a pet. Her fur is a “dear little thing” (98) with eyes and a tail. She sometimes feels like “stroking” it (98).
“Yeah. The memory thing is just bothering me again, it’s no big deal. You know how it hangs on me.”
He grabbed for his Swiss Army knife out of the nightstand and dropped it into the tiny slit pocket around the waist of the robe.
The cat directs me through the thick forest and into a clearing where another house where a tea party is occurring. I curtsy to the cat to show my gratitude, and he disappears along with his
I had spent the last ten minutes making sure everything was clean, but it hadn't been much of a chore since everything was clean anyway. The only concern was in the amount of fur that had been shed across the furniture. My father
“Justice!”the word leaped from Boris, who smiled faintly at the thought, and padded the wallets and ID's in his pouch. He pulled the fur closer around his neck and planted his walking stick firmly ahead. Each step made a crunching sound as the crusty surface gave way to softer snow beneath.
“Last of all came the cat, who looked round, as usual, for the warmest place, and finally squeezed herself in between Boxer and Clover; she purred contentedly throughout Major’s speech without listening to a word
“On October 10, 1999, a beautiful female cat came willingly to the four boys who
The only reason majority of schools haven’t switched to a healthier lunch food supplier is because there are cheaper alternatives. Schools should switch their lunch providers to a healthier alternative. Should cost really determine how healthy students are? Many students skip lunch merely because of its low quality taste, and some students even protested a lunch providing company called Sodexo, which provides lunch for prisons as well as most schools. Schools that have switched are seeing an increase in students’ moods, productivity, and most importantly- grades.
...at the hands of his master. The mutilation of its eye, hanging it to death from a tree and killing his wife, which had shown the cat love. There are two interpretations you can take away from this story, the logic of guilt or supernatural fantasy. Which conclusion will you take?
TRANSITION: Now that you know how intelligent cats are, lets talk about their tail signals.