Yet I always think of Tibby and smile despite her tragic end, because she was such a fine cat. She sat on my shoulder while I was cleaning stalls and sat on stall doors to hang out with the horses at face level. She loved every person, horse, and dog that ventured into the barn.
I saw a skinny little grey cat on the road the other day. Didn’t seem to have an owner. That’s unusual because the UK don’t have any stray cats or dogs on the road, if you ever spot one it’s likely to be owned. So cautiously I leant to pet the cat, not knowing if the cat wanted to be pet. Then the skinny little thing started rubbing round my legs, mewing, miaowing asking for love, longing to be stroked, petted, given food. I didn’t have nothing to feed her and I felt so bad because she was such a skinny thing. I wasn’t going to adopt her though. Although she had no collar perhaps she was owned? Haven’t seen her again.
My immediate thought on reading that was "How would you know that?" Cats and dogs roam far and wide, even if they're about to head back home to be fed. Maybe if it's starving or something, or its fur is all matted and it obviously hasn't been taken care of by anyone, but otherwise I don't see any way a person could tell whether it has an owner or not. Most cats don't have collars or tags.
Once, I opened the door to go out to the shop and a furry body snuck in past my legs. At that time, I had a cat that visited me regularly, so at first I thougt it was the cat but I turned around and it was a medium sized black dog. I'd seen it wandering the street earlier that day. It came in so quickly that it must have been right outside the door when I opened it. I was quite scared at first (I don't really fancy the idea of a stray dog in my house), but it just went into the warm living room, lay down in the corner and fell asleep, snoring quite loudly. I didn't really know what to do so I tried calling the local dog officer, and it turns out my council doesn't have one. I don't drive, I don't know how to look after a dog and the RSPCA (the British equivalent of the Humane Society) were no help at all, and just told me to take it to a local dog kennel. In the end, I had to call the police. It turned out the dog was really friendly - when the officers arrived and it woke up, it came to us looking for petting and stroking, rolled over on the floor while the officer scratched its belly. A kennel guy turned up with a lead and it got really excited, it definitely knew it was being taken for walkies. I guess someone must have abandoned it or it had gotten lost. It was clearly exhausted when it came in, and just wanted somewhere warm to sleep. If I was a dog person, I would have kept it but I'm a cat person.
The people who installed the carpet used hella thick nails on the carpet rail that were embedded into the concrete under the linoleum, and taking them out was breaking the linoleum and the concrete, so we took up all the linoleum. My brain is kind of freaking out at the bareness of the floor but we're putting down the laminate this afternoon and I'm excited as hell.
Today is my two-year anniversary on Writing Forums, though it feels like it could be at least five. It wasn't that long ago when I came blazing in here thinking that maybe I'd be able to sell my very first novel that I'd just finished writing. So naïve, haha. Well, since then I've finished a second, and am about 2/3s of my way through the first draft of a third. And in between these projects, I've worked on my flash and shorts game, writing more than two dozen stories (and some of them are actually pretty good!). I've even written a few poems. I have learned so much over my time here, and I'm very glad to have received helpful critiques from many members which has really helped me improve my storytelling abilities. I just wanted to say that I'm happy to be here, and I'm happy that this community exists. Respectful exchanges of ideas, no bullying, no pile-ons, etc. And of course, great writing advice and collaborations! Here's to several more years to come !
Hell yeah, I'll raise a glass to you! Cheers!! I'm about to finish watching It (Chapter One, I guess?), and was gonna be drinking a bit anyway, I'll just dedicate it to you as well. Hope you don't mind sharing it with a clown monster. Not that I'm really drinking TO the clown monster...
Being out in the summer when it's hot and I can go exploring in my chair Animals. Seeing them, getting to pet dogs and cats. Hearing music I love Seeing favourite films Chocolate porridge for breakfast Bird song Sunshine
No Toddlers generally don't go to school, and can't really skip day care. Skipping school is something they'll be doing in a few years, though.
Trollin', trollin' trollin' Trollin', trollin' trollin' Trollin', trollin' trollin' Trollin', trollin' trollin', Walleye Trollin', trollin' trollin' Lakes and streams are swollen Fingers nearly frozen, Walleye Through wind and rainy weather We're in this boat together Six packs, lures and leeches by our side I've been drowning shiners Searching with depth finders Tryin' to get a big one on the line CHORUS: Bait 'em up, cast 'em out Cast 'em out, bait 'em up Bait 'em up, cast 'em out, Walleye Gut 'em out, fry 'em up Fry 'em up, gut 'em out Gut 'em out, fry 'em up, Walleye Keep movin', movin', movin' Though they're disapprovin' We'll find out where they're schooin', Walleye My heart is contemplatin' A big fish that's a-waitin' Waitin' at the end of my line Don't try to understand 'em Just set the hook and land 'em Soon we'll be listenin' to 'em fry Bait 'em up, cast 'em out Cast 'em out, bait 'em up Bait 'em up, cast 'em out, Walleye Gut 'em out, fry 'em up Fry 'em up, gut 'em out Gut 'em out, fry 'em up, Walleye (lead guitar solo) Bait 'em up, cast 'em out Cast 'em out, bait 'em up Bait 'em up, cast 'em out, Walleye Gut 'em out, fry 'em up Fry 'em up, gut 'em out Gut 'em out, fry 'em up, Walleye Trollin', trollin' trollin' Trollin', trollin' trollin' Trollin', trollin' trollin' Trollin', trollin' trollin', Walleye - The Hula-Poppers 1986
I don't drink much anymore but I invited two of my very best friends over last night and we all got very drunk and sat on my couch laughing and talking. It was such a a simple, small thing for them to be here, but it made me happy. I'm lucky to have them.
Finally found the purpose for my channel -- to review/talk about things I'm interested in and to analyze my thoughts on books, movies, video games, and shows I've watched.
Nice, you got a rantsona and everything! And good point about the disconnect between a game's systems and its story.
Happy anniversary I still remember the excitement of joining a writing community in Jan 2013 after I'd completed my first novel for NaNoWriMo in Nov 2012. Like you, I was naïve. I thought publishing a novel was easy. Wrong. Writing it is the easy part what comes next (cover design, publishing, marketing etc.) is the hardest. And the more I delve into that aspect, the more I realise there is so much to learn. I'll second that!
I'm back at home, 2 and a half weeks after my transplant. Things did not go according to plan. A few days after the transplant operation, I developed pneumonia. My infection markers shot up, my blood pressure dropped and my oxygen levels dropped to the point where I was at risk of my organs shutting down. The new kidney stopped functioning. I spent 5 days in ICU with lines attached to my neck, removing excess fluid, providing me with adrenaline blood pressure support and antibiotics, plus a high-pressure oxygen mask to bring my blood oxygen up. It worked. The infection was beaten, BP went up and oxygen levels went back up to normal. After a couple more days, the kidney began to work again and is now functioning as expected. I'm not out of the woods yet. Like any transplant, it has to be monitored continuously and for the first six months, it will be looked at closely by the hospital transplant team to make sure it continues to work. It was an ordeal - but I made it through, I'm here, I'm alive, and I no longer need to go to dialysis.
What an experience @Naomasa298! Getting through things like that can be hard, but maybe we come to appreciate life a bit more afterwards? Or at the very least, perhaps we get new opportunities at this life thing.
Whoah.... seriously? I've never heard of that. So now you're carrying a spare? Will they be removing the original if the new one works out??
