tuesday cats eye

      Caesar flinched against the cold granite on the window still, as he sprawled out. Warm sunshine covered his fur, and the breeze blew the curtains away. His perfect day, blue skies and sunny days when birds sang and willow (his annoying sister) couldn't share thoughts with him. All of a sudden a bird flew in the window. Caesar pawed at it and smiled to him self. What a beautiful day, and birds can--
       CRASH, SLAM, BOOM!!!   Caesar's eyes flew open. The thunder rang threw the house, the wind ruffled his fur and made him tumble away from the stormy window. Wow, you looked terrified. never seen ya' jump like that! willows thoughts echoed in my head.I didn't think back. i curled into a tight ball on the pillow, and went back to my cat nap.


  PS. Willow and Caesar are brother and sister cats who can talk to each other in thoughts.  
      

sneek peek, cat tails

The wind billowed through the cats fur. it ripped at everything, like claws ripping at a tree. Howls echoed through the air as he ran. the rain pelted at his back, growing stronger each second. he could feel the animals breath on his back. then everything stopped. black, lonely, lost. perfect words for this situation. And not only had cupcake found the wolves, the wolves had found him...

cat tails story, sneek peek

      The wind billowed through cupcake's snowy fur as he hiked up the mountain. He was looking for his sister, willow who was taken by wolves. He hadn't seen her in days, and the only evidence were muddy footsteps in the hall. Him and his family had recently moved to Tennessee, and it was very knew to him.

      A howl ripped through the air, and cupcake ran. like he had never ran before...
 

popping paws

wene ever im in the bath i have bubbles.but to my cat there cat toys!he loves to sit on the side of the tub and stik his paws in and pop the bubbles. then they splatter into his face.next he leans over and tries to eat the bubbles.

HOW TO CALL A CHRISTMAS CAT

To call a Christmas Cat it is very easy, just use this little poem I wrote to call a Christmas Cat.

Christmas Cat, Christmas Cat
Of Christmas Eve Night...
Come to me...to be mine...
And fly in the Moon Light
And be free...

CRAZY DIRT

Today I saw my cat in the kitchen and I thought he was playing with a bug but when I got closer, I didn't see a bug...I saw a speck of dirt. He used it like it was a rubber ball.