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.
Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.
“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.
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
“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.
“I remember a time, and it might have been from—from then, from that time you can’t explain, that you didn’t age when I did. I remember some years that you did, remember the grays going through your hair at about the same rate as mine, but then you stopped. Was that…was that something to do with the way I was with Her around?”
"From behind the maid who opened the door darted a lovely little girl of nine who shrieked ‘Daddy!’ and flew up, struggling like a fish, into his arms. She pulled his head around by one ear and set her cheek against his.
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
She lifted the hat one more time and set it down slowly on her head. Two wings of gray hair protruded on either side of her florid face, but her eyes, sky-blue, were as innocent as they must have been when she was ten. Where it not that she was a widow who had struggled fiercely to feed and clothe and put him through school and who was supporting him still, “until he got on his feet,” she might have been a little girl that he had to take to town.
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
While the setting for Sherman Alexie's "This is what it means to say Phoenix, Arizona" and William Faulkner's "A Rose for Emily" differ, their settings develop different themes and perspectives. These two stories are similar in some ways and different in others because, one is in the Northwest of Arizona vs. the Deep South. Depending on where you are can determine the mood, tone, and sometimes it can even symbolize something. In “This is what it means to say Phoenix, Arizona” the settings change throughout the story. As for “A Rose for Emily” the setting stays the same through the whole story. The setting helps to set the mood, it can have a symbolic meaning and sometimes it helps in explaining why the characters act the way that they do. In these two stories the setting is important and plays a major role.