1. This is one sketch for the potential main character in my book. 2. Here is another rough sketch.
4. And a fourth. Which do you prefer, if any? This is for a dog for a little boy.
Matt’s Daily Inkling prompt today is: How do you know when the time is right to add a new pet to the family? What’s the most interesting story in your life of adding a pet?
Are you picking up my vibes, Matt???? Can you believe that I am at this very moment trying to choose the prototypes for the three puppies in my new story book entitled “I Really Want a Puppy!”
I’d appreciate everyone voting on whether they find any of these preliminary rough sketches appealing for a story book for 3 to 8 year olds. I need three puppies, members of the same litter, and I’m trying to choose which one the little boy would like. If you would just vote yes or no on # 1, 2, 3 and 4 and indicate which you think would be most appealing for a little boy. The style of #1 is very different. After seeing it, I requested more cartoonish sketches. This is a story book for children age 3 to 8. Remember, these are preliminary sketches. If you like more than one, vote for up to three, but indicate which you think a little boy would like the most. If you don’t like any of them, let me know and it is back to the drawing board.
I measure her cat food with care from the vat, but she has such an aptitude, my little cat for flushing out lizards and others like that. With delicate paw thrusts, she gives them a bat ’til they barely know where it is that they’re at, then unleashes her claws for a more severe pat.
Be it lizard or bird or scorpion or rat, she defeats it as though it were merely a gnat and lays it out nicely on my front door mat: one scorpion sting less or a feather for my hat, then returns to the stool where she formerly sat, licking her chops, and that’s why she’s so fat!!!
I’d like to know on just what basis we deserve our fine oasis? In other places, other climes, people our age have harder times. They work ’til death or do not eat. They toil in poverty and heat. So though we may have aches and pain, I must our grumbling disdain. Yes, I ache and limp and groan, yet prefer these problems that are my own.
“I think we may be family,” was whispered in his ear, but he couldn’t see who said it, though he looked both far and near. Again that small voice spoke to him. “We share a family name, although as the biggest, you possess most of the fame.”
Thus did the massive elephant notice for the first time the tiniest of animals who’d finished its long climb from the dirt so far below up to his mighty ear. From foot to knee to shoulder, it had climbed in spite of fear
that one great flinch might cast it from the air down to the ground. Yet still it journeyed upwards, driven to expound on how great an irony, surely it must be, that this small “ant” and the eleph”ant” must be family!
You’ll want to see these movie stars of cats better. Just click on the first photo and the whole slide series will be larger. Click through series with right hand arrow.
How Many Cats?
How many cats would you say is enough? With which added cat does the going get tough? What number of cats is simply too many? Some would say “Five,” while others say, “Any.” My old cat thinks one is the ultimate number. That’s her on the red cushion having a slumber. But Kukla and Frannie and Ollie and Roo think having five cats is the right thing to do.
Annie may hate them, but they are sanguine.
Their sibling act is a well-oiled machine.
With one cat on my stomach and one on each knee, don’t expect an impartial opinion from me. It’s clear that my thinking is slightly off-kilter. I simply don’t have an intact kitty-filter. I have enough stools and pillows and mats to accommodate a few additional cats. The problem is whether one human’s enough to serve as a mattress for five balls of fluff!
(The two calicos are hard to tell apart. Look at the last two photos in the first collage. The one with the black dot by her eye is Frannie. The one without is Kukla. Bet you thought they were the same cat, huh? The first cat is Annie, the second one Ollie. They look a bit alike as well. Roo is the white cat about to fall off the chair. There will be a test over this tomorrow.)
Two Facts Most Significant In Considering the Elephant
Pity the poor elephant whose nose is so extravagant that he can’t reach the end to swipe it when he sneezes and needs to wipe it.
And pity the poor wayfarer who makes attempts to motor through tundra where these beasts reside. I fear a bad end to their ride.
If pachyderms have chanced to poop on roadways where they drive their coupe, and in the dark they do not view it and by mistake drive right into it,
their chances of making it through are driver zero and ten for poo, for it is true the elephant has turd piles most significant.
No accidents in Nature? I fear there are a few. In engineering elephants, here is what I’d do: In the front, I’d furnish the trunk a windshield wiper, and for the other end I would have given it a diaper!
All photos taken in Tsavo Game Park, 1967. jdbphotos
As usual, enlarge photos by clicking on any one.
Extravagant is the prompt word today. My apologies for this poem.
I’ve been saving these photos taken in Sheridan, Wyoming in October for the correct occasion. Looks like this is it. The challenge is photos of anything containing the letter “Q.” Soooooo. (Click on first photo to enlarge all. If you are viewing on Facebook, click on URL first or you won’t see all the photos.)