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.
Cats love of apricity is more than just a fluke. It is a vital tendency and so we can’t rebuke our cats for lying prone a lot in any ray of sun. A cat’s in need of toasting as much as any bun. If you can imagine a Kardashian without the flash of any flashbulb, you will without a doubt be able to imagine a cat without the rays filtered through venetian blinds, or fully in the blaze of a scorching summer sun. A cat can withstand all the heat that we can give them, in summer, winter fall. And if there is no sun at all, a cat can just make do with the full attention of a surrogate like you!!!
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Prompt words for today are vital, rebuke, apricity and imagine.
I tried to capture this fellow in this pose several times but he’d flown away by the time I got my camera out. This morning he granted me the favor of a last visit and stood still long enough for me to capture this shot and a number of others—first a few of his mate, whom he replaced when she flew away—and then of him. I’m finally home. There is no place like it!!!
All day long, I gobble gobble. Strut my stuff over the cobble proud and straight, without a wobble, until a man comes with a hobble. I’d tell the rest if I were able, Instead, I’m laid out on your table!
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.
Ssspartan to the nth degree, he may be lurking in a tree. In shape he must exemplify nature’s attempt to ssssimplify.
(No arms or legs to complicate his lithe movement through glade or gate.) Not limited by all those parts that curtail our stops and starts,
his every motion unimpeded, his conquestsss easily completed. Under a rock, he may lie coiled. In sssswiftness, he cannot be foiled.
Hands and feet may have their uses, but they may lead to abuses. Toes can stub and feet may catch on bumps or stones. They are no match
for a ssssnake’s swift glide and ssssssting. Limbs are not good for everything! It’s true, a sssnake would be more harmlesss if he had not been born armlessss!
My cats had this snake cornered near the kitchen door, proving me wrong by demonstrating that some footed creatures are a good match for a snake. Yolanda’s keen eyes brought it to my attention, and between us, we proved to be its friends. KItties were curtailed. The serpent glided on to sssafety.