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If you are following my development of a totally unique new concept in cat food based on the cat’s own preferences, you’ve already seen the rationale HERE and HERE. A suggestion by Forgottenman in the comments of that post has led to my improvement of his suggestion. Namely, a feeding dish on the back of a windup mouse that will cater to a cat’s natural proclivity to pursue his quarry. This system ties into a cat’s wild nature, turning a feline turned domestic once again into a hunter/huntress. Watch your cat’s appetite turn from finicky to ravenous as it gives way to the spell of wild game gained in a wild pursuit. (Flavors available in mouse, rat, squirrel, garter snake and cockroach. Further motivational dispersal systems will soon be available compatible with all of the flavors.)
Disclaimer: Fancy Feast does not indeed make a “Mouse” flavored cat food. I have altered and used their can design only as a means to illustrate my earlier poem. This is a joke, folks!!!!
Here is a photo I received via email from my friend Candace Spence, who is the 25th person to send an image! The prompt is still alive until the end of April! HERE is the place to link your photo if you are putting it onto your blog. We’ve just hit 25 entries, so on May 1 I will hold a drawing and donate up to $100 to the charity of choice of the winner of the drawing, depending on how many entries there are. You can also see links to a number of the photos there.
Welp, I would not have chosen this ending to the story. It is a sad conclusion—distressing, sad and gory. The hummingbird, suspended in its helicopter flight, was brought down from the air with one swift lethal bite. It was my adorable kitten who stopped its blur of wings. Tired of scratching posts and batting balls and chasing strings, she chose a task more difficult—a target ever-moving, an irresistible challenge but one hardly behooving a tiny kitten noted for its playfulness and cuteness. I fear I underestimated her extreme astuteness. Now she rests in sunlight. Her quarry, limp and torn, here upon my doormat, I survey, forlorn over loss of this small creature—its sheer poetry of motion— as well as this reminder that in garden, air or ocean, one thing feeds upon another in a constant mortal chain incredible in beauty, indivisible from pain, even in a garden where I sought for peace to reign.
Prompt words for the day are flight, forlorn, adorable and welp.
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!!!