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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 @ 03:50am
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Old Block, New Cat
Chester, Yes, Chester the Black cat from SummerLane. The new cat, in a much older neighborhood. Chester the Curious, Chester the Black Cat. He saw that the new home, well new to him all the same; was much bigger then his previous living quarters. "I'm sure my cat box will never change," Chester thought to himself. Oh the thrill of new smells and new treats to be had. First things first he thought, "Better make sure this house is truely good enough for me." Wondering through the front door and between feet, Chester found himself staring at an enormous stair case. Now that look like it could be fun to him. The perfect banister for him to slide down and lauch right out the door. Timing will become crushal. Pawing along he continued to browse about the rooms that were bigger than ever before, he was surely amazed. Five rooms to the lower half, four rooms upstairs, and a funny looking shoot that he wondered where it went. Chester, Chester. Chester the Black Cat, had to know where this dark tunnel did go. OH, NO! Bang, boom, puff, zoot.... UMFFFF with the loss of air. Where oh where was he. A room none like the others, no light except for tiny cracks on such small window. Oh no! This was one of those cat punishment rooms he had heard of. No place to roam, no clean furniture of carpet. Not even a post worth rubbing on or clawing. He was in trouble. Poor Chester had done it again. Manage to put himself in a place unfamilliar and alone. "Well," Chester thought. "Could be worse I could be running from a pack of Wolves or something like that bunny on that one channel." Looking about he found a stairway. Quickly he ran, thinking the way out was surely back the way he came. From the upper half of the house. No such luck. The door was closed and from what he could make out, this door led into the garage. Wow, would it ever be so long until anyone would know he was missing. He started to meow, but knew even to himself, no one could hear him. Back down into the Cat Abyss of Darkness he crept. A scure here, a creak there. Chester was on edge but ready to strike with animal instict; he was after all Chester the Black Cat.
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 @ 12:48am
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An So he did write the final chaper!
Clearly it was before dawn on a bright day full of falling snow. The winds were howling a vicious song, all the while birds dance about the open sky. Now this tale is so big, a hyperbole unlike any of this charactor has ever known to see. Yes it was white all around, all the fun different shapes all on the ground. Kids on skateboards, adults in shorts; its was t-ball and tennis all kinds of sports. Sunny as it was with no hat or gloves, a tree blew by with all sorts of rocks. Dirt debry even my socks. Oh what a day for a bare foot run, snowing lovely in a full day of sun. A tree fell over and braches flew away, all together on this windy snow sunny day. I had a pen that flew off into the sky, I was bare foot walking my cat, in fact he too had lost his fur. Covered over by five feet of snow with chickens floating by on this sunny day blow. The winds got heavier and the snow fall increased, I had time still left to rake the leaves. With no socks of hat I gave a whack on the t-ball team. Scoring points beyond your dreams. Me and my cat walking everywhere this day, snow sunny wind take my house away. Remember the moment I lost my hat, did not see it was on the cat. Five feet of snow I would not have seen, but the wind blew by all that was clean. We talked a while for thirty miles, all the time bare foot and smile. It was a bright day to skateboard the snow, with people flying off by the winds blow. I stared into the sun and made a wish, take home a dream I can eat on this dish. Mommy always said be warm to others, I brought the cat hat and socks home and gave them to my brothers. Now looking out the window of a building so high, my tale is true no lie. You say it can not be or never would exist, but I beg your pardon an persist. My tale is true like the sky was blue, and who are you to question my day. No one no one who wants to play. So enjoy the image that you do see, of me the cat five feet of snow, on a warm sunny day while the wind blows.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 @ 08:27pm
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Slowly moving On!
stare Well here I am, several weeks into the chaos that I created. I have found my place amoungst the responsibility. My baby will be born soon, the last creation that isn't an illusion. The only source of life that will love me for me and never have to have me be any other way. I am longing to put behind me anger, jealousy, hatred, fear and sadness. I lead now my footsteps by the presence of HIS DEVINE SHADOW in my life. I walk now a small path unknown to any of my senses. I must carry on the smile, the laughter and the positivity. I will over come all by his guiding and I will know peace with pure life in my arms. Everything has it's ups and downs, but this creation of life strengthens an opportunity to give back that which no mortal could give to me. I know people care about me in more ways then others, but if my happiness for them is not the same I am sorry. I can only give so much, and excepting me for my flaws, my lack of control, my selfishness, my dellusions of grandour with other people. I accept that all will never be the same, over time I will never fail you. I am sorry if it returns to you in a way that is not that which you give unto me. I have crossed the boundries of my love and faith. I have no room left for anyone, even myself; but this baby, this baby and you will know the unconditionals that I will always give. Everyone will grow and change too but know always your happiness for them can never change. I ask that you understand me, and allow me to once again find my soul wherever I lost it and to come back, slowly piece by piece until maybe the happiness that this child creates can be between us again someday. I'm not leaving physically, but I'm not all there anyways. When I emerge from the light that blinds all around me, then maybe all will be found. sweatdrop
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 @ 11:30pm
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