tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67053442795980526682024-03-14T06:23:03.282-07:00Scratch Pad BooksWelcome to My Scratch Pad! Instead of just books, let's talk about anything. Nature? Why not. Crafts? Painting, pottery, photography. Tried them all. Cats? Love them and am owned by 3. I also live with a C.O.F.
As Mr. Carroll and the Walrus said, "The time has come to speak of many things." Let's do it!P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-74340421164859107362016-12-21T22:07:00.000-08:002020-08-07T11:43:44.893-07:00As Time Goes ByWell<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">. I can't believe it's been 18 mos. since I posted. I'm sure that anyone who was even vaguely interested has long since given up on me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Much has happened with us, as I'm sure has happened with you. I won't go in to any boring details but.........</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No longer on the Childrens Book wagon but trying my hand at an actual mystery novel. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Skilled architect Jane is on the rebound and returning to the town where she grew up. With her is her best friend and critic, Mr. Britches, a 20lb. very hairy, very noisy feline.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Last owner- murdered. Previous owner - suicide.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Will our heroine give up her dream or persist til she finds the truth?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Even I'm not sure. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wonderful Holiday Season! </span>P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-26428961042303547602014-03-07T10:18:00.003-08:002020-08-07T11:43:44.987-07:00Photo Transfers <div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, the first week of March is drawing to an end and the weather has been most uncooperative, forcing me to confine my projects to indoors.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My latest obsession is with photo transfers, i.e. : using my own photos and transferring them to stretched artist canvases using a "Gel Medium."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1) the raw materials : black and white photos printed on a laser printer, Liquitex Gel Medium </span>,<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> stretched artist canvas and a paint brush.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I prefer to let this dry and then mist again to remove the final layers of paper. I do this by gently rubbing with my fingers. Use care here to avoid rubbing off all the image resulting in bare canvas showing. It's normal to have a few spots like this on your transfer but I think it adds to the overall affect.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are many tutes on YouTube showing various transfer methods but this is the one that works best for me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here is the Trumpet Canvas and 2 more showing an Iris, Positive and Negative.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chapter Nine: Rooms and
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ting-ting was right.
When morning came, Mommy opened the door of his little room and
called his name. He peered cautiously out and saw a long narrow
room. At one end he could see Daddy and Sophie, seated on a high
soft place with Ting-Ting beside them. Daddy called to him and Boots
made his way down the long room to greet the rest of his Family. He
sniffed nervously at each strange thing he passed, but finally
reached the center of a large comfortable room. He sat down and
mewed anxiously, with a definite question mark at the end.
Carefully, Sophie placed Ting-Ting on the floor and the two Cats
began to close the distance between them. When they finally met,
they sniffed each other’s face and touched noses. Boots lay down
and rolled on his back so everyone would know he felt no aggression
toward Ting-Ting. Boots could see her smiling as she gave him a
gentle tap with her paw. Then she ran off as fast as she could,
yelling over her shoulder, ”Catch me if you can!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Boots scrambled to his
feet and mewed a question to his new Family. They were all smiling
and laughing, so he knew he had their permission to follow his
laughing friend.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here I come Ting-Ting,
so be prepared! The clever Hero Cat is on your trail. There’s no
place to hide that I can’t seek you out.” Boots charged up the
stairs after Ting-Ting, only to be ambushed at the top.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gotcha!” she cried,
laughing infectiously.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I surrender,”
giggled Boots, as the two settled down for some serious conversation.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, Boots, do you
want to start with a tour of the house or shall we discuss the Rules
first?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Rules? What are the
Rules? I would think they would be the first thing I should know, if
I expect to stay in everyone’s good graces.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ting-Ting looked slightly
embarrassed as she spoke. “I must confess that some are House
Rules, but a few…well…I don’t know exactly how to put this,
but… some of them are mine.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Your rules? Remember
your promise, Ting-Ting. There must always be honesty between us.
So, what exactly are these ‘Rules’ of yours?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You must realize that
I have lived here practically all of my life and Siamese Cats tend to
be sort of possessive of their Humans. All I ask is that Mommy is to
be MY ‘Best Human.’ I think that you and Daddy are beginning to
have a deep connection, so he can be YOUR Best Human.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And just where does
Sophie fit into this neat little plan of yours?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Why, Boots! Don’t
be silly. Sophie is EVERYONE’S Best Human! We will both give her
our love and attention and she will do the same for us! Well, what
do you think? Will it work? The object is to avoid jealousy and
head off any potential problems. Don’t you agree, Boots?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, I must admit
that your Rules, as you call them, seem to be fair, but perhaps you
would concede that if one of us has a problem, the Rules will be open
to discussion.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, definitely!
Shall we seal the bargain?” said Ting-Ting, as she rose to her
feet, facing Boots. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Boots stood, and standing
side by side, they linked tails and gave a “shake” and the
bargain was struck.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now would probably be
a good time for you to fill me in on the House Rules, Ting-Ting.
They sound kind of important.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, Boots, they are,
and it will also be a great time to give you that tour. The Rules
and the rooms sort of go together. We might as well start up here
where everyone sleeps.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ting-Ting led the way to
a large sunlit room with a huge sleeping-place in the corner. “This
is where Mommy and Daddy sleep. If you like napping in the sun, this
is a splendid spot, very soft and snuggly. See these funny doors?
Inside are lots of grand spots for hide and seek and many pairs of
the curious Human paw-coverings. I love to hide things in them. It
really makes Mommy laugh to discover my little surprises. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now for the Rules… of
course, no claw sharpening on ANYTHING, and absolutely no climbing
the window coverings.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wait, Ting-ting. You
said no claw sharpening. There seem to be plenty of good spots here.
If we can’t use them, where do we sharpen?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No problem, Boots.
I’ll show you where and you won’t believe your eyes! No more
questions. I want to surprise you and see the look on your face when
we get there.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now on with the tour…
right over here is Sophie’s room. It’s very soothing here.
Sophie loves to play in here and her sleeping place is full of soft
cuddly playthings that she is willing to share. The same rules apply
in this room, too, as they do in all the rooms of the house, except
for the surprise room.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Right down here
is what they call the Guest Room. Sometimes other Family members
come to visit, Big Ones and Little Ones. They all are friendly to
the People, so it’s never a problem and mostly a lot of fun. We
get to poke in their strange boxes and smell all their funny strange
smells. One of them, his name is Ricky, is what they call a Lurgic.
I’m not sure what that means, but we can’t sit on his lap or rub
against him, because things begin to explode from his nose and then
he can’t stop.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Do these others come
often? How will I know which one is Ricky? I wouldn’t want to
make any social ‘faux-paws.’”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Don’t worry, I’ll
be sure to tell you who is who. You’ll know when they’re coming
because Mommy goes into an absolute frenzy of tidying up and cleaning
things. What fun it is when she changes the coverings on the
sleeping spots. I jump and pounce under the covers and over the
covers and even over and under Mommy. It’s one of my favorite
sports!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Where is the room with
the falling water, Ting-Ting? I’m sure they must have one. Humans
seem to be obsessed with water in some strange way. I think it may
be how they clean themselves. They must have forgotten how much
easier it is just to use your tongue. I must confess that I like the
water room too, but I’m not sure why.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our Humans have two of
the water rooms, one over here and one downstairs. I know what you
mean about these strange rooms. They’re a bit frightening, but
very compelling. I have discovered that if I jump onto the table
with the two round bowls, Mommy will turn a strange metal thing and a
thin stream of water comes out. I find it to be quite refreshing.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Say, speaking of
refreshment, Ting-Ting, don’t you think we could stop for something
to eat. I’m feeling rather peckish, if you know what I mean. How
about a tour of the food bowls?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Fine with me. It’s
time to show you the other part of the house anyway, so a bite of
something certainly seems to be in order. Just follow your nose!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The two friends made
their way to the kitchen and found two bowls filled with crunchy
goodies. They each settled down in front of a bowl, had a few bites,
and then traded off, just to make sure that there was nothing better
in the other’s bowl.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Very satisfying,”
said Boots. “Shall we have a wash-up and then continue our tour?
I’m very anxious to see your ‘surprise.’”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Are you sure you don’t
want a nap first? I find a short nap after eating to be very good
for the digestion.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I’m much too excited
to nap now, Ting-Ting. Please show me the rest of the House.
Please?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As you wish. I’m
sure you know this is the food room. Our food is stored over here,
behind this little door. If you’re really hungry, just rub against
it and someone is sure to give you something yummy. There are some
special Rules for this room. We can’t jump onto anything in here,
except for the sitting spots and the window ledges. I’m not sure
why, but this seems to be the only room with these Rules, and I
always try to obey them. Well, almost always.” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes. I remember that
Old Lady would get very angry if I walked on the places in her Food
Room. It must be the same with all Humans. It’s curious and also
a bit confusing. But that’s Humans for you. What’s next on the
tour, Ting-Ting?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, there are a few
more places I wanted you to see, especially the dark room downstairs.
That's where the litter boxes are and many curious things that are
very entertaining, but there are also large boxes with curious aromas
that turn on and off with no warning. It can be a bit upsetting
until you're used to them. But Boots, I’ve kept you waiting long
enough. It’s time to show you my surprise. Down at the other end
of the House is a room they call ‘The Den.’ It’s very
comforting to know that Humans have Dens, too, don’t you think?
Maybe we’re more closely related to Humans than we know. Now close
your eyes and follow me. I’ll tell you when to open.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Boots followed Ting-Ting
into the Den and when he was positioned exactly where she wanted him,
she told him to open his eyes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When he did, he could
scarcely believe what was in front of his eyes.. Part of the room
contained the usual Human things, but the other side was a virtual
Cat paradise.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ting-Ting, how
marvelous! Is that a tree?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s our very own
tree – not like the ones outside, but even better. Come and try it
with me. See. The bark is very special, just perfect for claw
sharpening. Ooh, doesn’t it feel wonderful? Now for some fun! I
bet I can beat you to the top.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bet you can’t,”
laughed Boots, as the two raced up and around and jumped from
platform to platform and ducked through holes and passageways. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s a tie,”
shouted Boots as he and Ting-Ting reached the top of their awesome,
indoor, just-for-cats tree. It was an absolutely perfect tree,
reaching from floor to ceiling and almost wall to wall. There were
ledges for sitting and jumping, tunnels for prowling, secret arbors
for hiding, a clever cat-sized ladder inside the trunk for climbing,
and even cozy comfy hammocks for napping.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">How wonderful,
Ting-Ting! How did this come to be here?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mommy and Daddy built
it. Sophie and I helped, too. It was ever so much fun. I couldn’t
imagine what it was going to be, and when it was finished, I was
stunned. Imagine… a tree! Right here for me, and now for you,
too.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ting-Ting, now I know
all my dreams have come true. I have a wonderful Home and a Family
to love. And as an extra bonus, I have you for a friend and
companion. I want you and everyone to know how grateful I am. I
promise to try to be the best Cat I’m capable of being. I want to
make my new Family proud.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh, Boots, you know
that I’m already proud of you. After all, aren’t you the Clever,
Brave, Hero Cat?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No teasing, Ting-ting,
unless you’re willing to pay the price. Here I come…you’d
better start running. You know how clever I am.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ting-Ting let out a laugh
and off they went, around and around, over and under, up and down
until they finally collapsed into one of their tree’s snug
hammocks, tired and happy.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Snuggled
together, legs draped over each other, and over the sides of their
comfy bed, a nap attack had suddenly struck and the two friends
purred contentedly as they slept.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mommy, Daddy and Sophie
walked into the room and began to smile. As they watched the
peaceful pair, Sophie gave her Mommy and Daddy a grateful hug, and
posed the inevitable question.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Is this the part where
they live happily ever after?” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hi
again!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sorry
I've been away so long. I was shocked when </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
read the date of my last post. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
have not been idle, only distracted.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
won't bore you with an account of life's ups</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">and
downs for we all go through them.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Suffice
it to say...I am back and will try to</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">post
on a regular basis.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">First
things first. I'm sending out the final</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">chapters
of “SCAT CAT,” if you even</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">remember
who he is. Please enjoy!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Following
the story I'll catch you up on some of</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">the
projects that kept me busy.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here
in the wilds of the North country we have</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">been
busy dealing with the heavy snows and frigid</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">temps.
that have been plaguing much of the country.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
hope everyone has been able to stay warm and sane</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;">through
it all. I am SO ready for Spring.</span></span></div>
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Hunter has finally found a family and a home. His faith will be tested again as he is taken to "The Terrible House of Doc."<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chapter
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When he awoke, he found
himself in a sort of cage, lying on something warm and soft, and
covered by a snuggly blanket. His head felt muzzy and slow and his
legs were very wobbly. When he tried to stand, he soon found himself
back on his side.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Where am I? What is
wrong with my head and my legs? The last thing I remember was Doc
using the Bee Sting on me.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Doc must have heard him
stirring, for he came in and opened Boots’ cage and began to
examine him very tenderly, paying special attention to his bottom.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">How odd. Doc seems to
have a very strange interest in my behind. Krr, krr, krr.” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Soon Doc closed up his
cage and left the room. Boots could hear him talking to someone in
his deep voice. Boots felt himself drifting off again and
surrendered willingly. “Krr, krrr. I really feel most peculiar.
A-napping I will go. A-napping I will go. Hi-ho the Derri-o,
a-napping I will go.” And he did.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The next thing he knew,
Mommy and Daddy were standing by his cage with his carry-box. It was
so wonderful to see them that he tried to walk to the edge of his
cage to get a closer look. Again, his legs wobbled out from under
him, but Mommy and Daddy only smiled and didn’t seem worried. He
was gently transferred from his cage to the carry-box and soon they
were back in the Rumbler. When they reached home, Boots found he
was not left to stay in the Rumbler house, but to his delight, was
carried in to the “real” house. They placed his carry-box in a
small warm room and opened the wire door.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Boots poked his head out
the door and saw Sophie seated on the floor next to a soft pile of
bedding. His bowls were nearby and his litter box was in the corner.
On unsteady legs he walked shakily to his water bowl. How sweet the
water tasted to his parched throat.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here, Boots,” said
Sophie in a soft voice.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Boots wobbled over to the
soft bedding, giving Sophie a grateful rub with his head as he
passed. He turned around and plopped himself down in the bed.
Sophie began to caress him in his very favorite spots and hum a
gentle tune of concern. After a short while, he began nodding off,
but kept himself awake just long enough to mew a happy greeting to
Mommy and Daddy.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He felt much better when
he awoke and decided to clean himself of the stink of Doc’s house.
He began his grooming and found that his little bottom was quite
tender and something seemed to be missing. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, I guess that
whatever is missing wasn’t of much use. Mommy and Daddy must know
what’s best for Cats. They wouldn’t do anything to harm me. I’m
sure of that. I guess I’ll just give this spot some special
attention until it’s all healed.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And just who do you
think you are?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Boots stopped in
mid-lick, to see who had spoken, one back leg stretched
embarrassingly high in the air. Standing in the doorway was the
exotic Cat he had seen through the window.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I asked you a
question, Toad! Or are you too stunned by my magnificence to
answer?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Magnificence?”
sputtered Boots, quickly returning to a more dignified position.
“Who do you think you are? Except someone mightily impressed with
her own importance?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I asked you first,”
said the stranger petulantly. “You tell me who you are, and I just
might enlighten you as to my name and your good fortune to be in the
company of one as exalted as I.” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Exalted? Really, this
is getting us nowhere. Never have I heard one of the People speak so
arrogantly to another. Didn't anyone teach you how to behave? I
certainly want to be your friend, if you’ll let me, so I will be
the GentlePerson and start first. My given name is Hunter, but the
Humans now call me Boots.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">How mundane. Well, if
I must call you Boots, I shall. You may call me Ting-Ting.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And with that, Ting-Ting
gave him a blink with her amazing blue eyes, a twitch of her long,
long tail, and left Boots to gape in wonder as she strutted from the
doorway.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, I don’t know
quite what to make of that stimulating encounter,” thought Boots.
“I have a feeling that Ting-Ting could definitely be a problem, but
then again, maybe I can win her over. I’ll really have to watch my
step with her, the pampered, precious, little Princess.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(As you can see, at this
point, things have a definite possibility of going wrong with Boots
and Ting-Ting. It will certainly mean a lot of give and take on
their parts. Don’t you agree? But enough opinionating… let’s
get back to our Feline Friends.)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As Boots was pondering
this very problem, Daddy came into the room and lay down on the floor
next to the amazed little Cat. Daddy began to talk to him and
scratch him behind the ears. Boots immediately started to purr and
felt a growing connection to this marvelous Human who had taken him
in and was caring for and about him.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I do believe that
Daddy and I are going to be the best of friends,” hummed Boots. “I
can tell that he certainly would appreciate another ‘Male’ in the
house to bond with. Just think… all these Females here: Sophie,
Mommy and little Miss Ting-Ting. He must be very lonesome. Well, I
can fix that!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So Daddy and Boots
remained in the little room until they both drifted off to sleep.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">They came abruptly awake
with the entrance of Sophie and Mommy. Mommy was carrying another
bowl, redolent with a succulent swimmery odor. She set the bowl down
next to Boots, who hopped out of his bed with surprising agility and
went to inspect this new delicacy.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Astounding! This is
the best Cat food I’ve ever eaten. These Humans must be
exceptional hunters to have this amazing abundance.” After licking
the bowl clean, he mewed his thanks to Mommy and began his
after-dinner bath. Sophie sat next to him and when he was finished,
she gave him a warm hug and a strange smack with her mouth, right on
the top of his head! It was strange but somehow familiar, reminding
him of his Mother and the affectionate way she would clean and caress
the top of his head when he was a small Kitten. He decided it was a
very wonderful kind of smack and hoped it wouldn’t be the last.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Good night, Boots.
I’ll see you in the morning. Love you,” said Sophie as she stood
and prepared to leave. (Of course, all Boots really heard was his
name and a calm comforting babble.)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The door to the little
room closed as his Family said goodnight and gradually the house
became silent and dark.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Boots was weary after his
long and eventful day, but lay awake, thinking of his good fortune
and how his dearest wish had come true. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As these pleasant
thoughts were trying to become pleasant dreams, a small dark paw
appeared under the door and a familiar arrogant voice called out
softly.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Boo-oots…oh, Bootsy
Boy…how does it feel to be on the wrong side of the door again?
Out here are many lovely playthings and food things and soft things
to chase and eat and climb. Too bad you can’t come out and
explore. That privilege is given only to the best-loved Cats, the
Pureblooded People like myself. Not to lowly commoners like you.
Well, what’s the matter? Squeaker got your tongue?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Boots could hear her
teasing laughter as she raced away from the door and up the stairs.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Enough is enough,”
thought Boots as he rushed over to the door. “Where are you,
Ting-Ting?” he growled. “Come back here and let me teach you a
few lessons in manners.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Boots could hear her
padding back, and with his nose to the bottom of the door, could see
her dainty feet, parked just outside.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, here I am. Just
what do you think you can teach me, peasant?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For Bast's Sake,
Ting-Ting. This annoying behavior of yours has got to stop. I
really think you’re being unfair. You don’t know the first thing
about me, or where I come from. Don’t you think we should get
better acquainted before we form hasty and maybe unjust opinions
about each other? Perhaps, once you hear my story, you just might
change your mind about me.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">All right, I’ll
listen to your so-called story, but it will have to be an honorable
one if you want me to think well of you. Go ahead. But hear me. I
have little patience for embellishment of the facts and I will know;
oh yes, I will know if you’re telling the truth or just trying to
impress me with empty lies .” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I always tell the
truth, Ting-Ting. My Mother taught me never to lie and to always
treat others with respect, something you seem to know little about.
So…I will do as I was taught and let you tell your story first. I
must admit that I have never seen one of the People with eyes and fur
the color of yours. Your name also intrigues me. What does it
mean?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You have shamed me,
Boots. What a snob I have been...one of my few faults, I fear. I
apologize for my behavior toward you. My Mother also taught me to be
courteous, but it seems I have forgotten. Perhaps it is because I
have been part of this Family since I was a very young Kitten. I
have twice seen the Twelve Moons go by while living here, and I
confess that I have become possessive and selfish. Although we
Siamese are known to be rather haughty, that is no excuse for my
rudeness to one of the People. My Mother would surely scold me
harshly for my conduct.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Siamese? What does
that mean? Is that why you look the way you do?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, Boots, the
Siamese are an ancient breed of the People and that accounts for my
blue eyes and the markings of my fur. We originally came from the
other side of this World, from a country called Siam. At least that
is what I have been told by my Elders. My name, ‘Ting-Ting,’
means ‘Slim and Graceful’ and I have most certainly grown up to
fit my name. Tell me. Why were you given the name Hunter? Did you
actually have to hunt to find your food? I just can't imagine having
to chase and <i>kill</i> something. It absolutely gives me the
shudders. Please, Boots, I would be honored to hear your story. I
will try my best to be more humble and I do hope that we can begin to
accept each other for who we are. It would be wonderful to have a
companion of my own kind.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O.K., Ting-Ting, make
yourself comfortable, for my story will be long in the telling and I
must warn you, some of what you hear will be disturbing and possibly
even shocking to one as sheltered as yourself.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So Boots began his Story,
starting with his abandonment by Hey You and Old Lady. He told
Ting-Ting of the kindness of Sharpclaw and the sweetness of Snow. He
told her of the cold lonely nights and of the long hungry days. He
told her of his frightening experiences with the heartless Humans.
She gasped and began to tremble as he told her of the fearsome
Howlers and his narrow escape. She sighed with relief and even began
to giggle as he told of his encounters with DigsGrubs and Spike. He
told her of the grace and poignant beauty of the Dancers. She mewed
with delight as he told her of Beechnut and Bob and his ridiculous
trip through the forest. She squeaked with excitement as he told her
of Sir Midnight and Lady Lenore. As he came to the end of the Story,
and what it meant to have searched so long to find love and
acceptance, he could hear her whimpering and then finally there was
silence. At last, she cleared her throat and spoke.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Boots, you are the
bravest and most clever Cat I have ever known. Your story fills me
with awe and also with gratitude for the comfortable life that I have
known. You have been places and seen and done things that I can only
imagine. But I must tell you… I have actually seen Beechnut and
Bob. They come here often to feed, as do Sir Midnight and Lady
Lenore. Even the Dancers can be seen in the meadow near our house.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Just think of it…you
have befriended your natural prey and even your enemies. This tells
me that you are not only brave, but that your heart is kind and
compassionate. I would be honored if you would accept my offer of
friendship and I am truly sorry for my disgraceful conduct. I think
with just a little time, you and I will become splendid comrades.
Just imagine... I will have an actual Hero for a friend!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Please, Ting-Ting,
you’re embarrassing me. I am not a Hero, only a small, black and
white Cat who tried the best he knew to survive and find a home.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No, Boots, you are a
Hero. Your actions prove it. But your modesty does become you, as
it does any Hero. I can hardly wait till we get to meet face to
face. I can tell you have been to the House of Doc. Some of the
odor still lingers. Tomorrow, Mommy and Daddy will let you see the
rest of the house and make us have a proper introduction. Oh, I can
hardly wait to explore all the delightful places in the house with
you. We have a very busy day ahead of us, so I will bid you good
rest. Till tomorrow, my friend.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Good night, Ting-Ting.
Sleep well.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And so both of our clever
Cats went to their beds, pleasantly tired, but anxious for the new
day to begin.</span></span></div>
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Welcome back. If you've been following the adventures of Scat, Cat well here is Chapter 7. Perhaps he has finally found a home and family that will give him the love he craves. But what of the strange Cat that he saw in the window? Perhaps his welcome will not be as warm as he hopes.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter hurried back
through the tall grass to see where the Little One was going. He
stopped and peered out at the house where it, no, Hunter decided that
this Little One was definitely a she, was headed. A Big One with
long dark fur on its head came out the door and gathered the Little
One up in an embrace. They talked for a while and then wandered
through the grass, picking flowers as they went. Hunter could hear
the words “Sophie” and “Mommy” being used many times in their
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well,” thought
Hunter, I do believe I have learned some important information. The
Little One must be named Sophie and the Big One is definitely Mommy.
I think I remember that Mommy is another way of saying Mother, and I
can tell that these two love each other very much. How lucky they
are. I hope they realize and appreciate what they have. There are
so many in this world who would give everything to be like them. My
heart seems to tell me that those who love one another so much have
hearts big enough to love others. I hope there is room for me.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As Hunter continued to
watch Mommy and Sophie, he heard a sound coming up the path. A
Rumbler came into view and pulled into a building with odd moving
doors. Soon another Big One came out and Sophie ran to his side,
calling out in a laughing voice, “Daddy!” The Daddy Big One gave
her a hug and put his arm around Mommy. Then the trio went into
their house, with much eager talk that Hunter couldn’t understand.
What he did understand was that this was a family, exactly what he
had been yearning for and perhaps now within his reach.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I must have a plan. I
just can’t go rushing up and expect them to welcome me with open
arms. First I will make myself as clean and tidy as possible. I
must groom out all the sticky seeds till my fur is glossy and sleek.
I need to take special care of my eye. It seems to be leaky all the
time, so maybe I can fix that a bit. Then I will wait till the
moment is just right to make myself known. So, it’s back to find a
secure hideout to complete my grooming and still be able to keep an
eye on what is going on with Mommy, Daddy and little lovable Sophie.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So Hunter searched until
he found a spot where the branches of a cedar tree hung to the
ground. “Perfect! I can crawl inside, not be seen, but see what
needs to be seen.” In his tiny green-shaded sanctuary he proceeded
to really spruce himself up. No detail was overlooked: fur, ears,
tail, bottom, belly, hair between the toes, toenails, and eyes, they
all got a thorough going over. He discovered that he really couldn’t
fix his leaky eye, but that if he gave it a good rubbing it felt
better and looked more presentable, he hoped. Washing-up done,
Hunter decided he felt safe enough to take a short catnap and found
himself dreaming about what life would be like with this promising
family. When he awoke, he saw Sophie skipping off toward the tree
with the strange seat. Quickly, he scampered to his other
observation post to see what she was up to. As she entered the
clearing and prepared to sit on the seat, Hunter decided to make his
move. He crept slowly from the bushes and rolled on the grass and
put on his most appealing expression. “Mew? Meow?”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sophie immediately
stopped in her play and looked at Hunter. She knelt down, extended
her hand and began speaking in a soft gentle voice. “Kitty, kitty,
kitty?”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Somehow, Hunter was sure
these words were directed to him and that Sophie wanted to make
friends. He crept a little closer and began sniffing the air.
“Mew?” he said again.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Kitty, kitty, kitty,”
crooned Sophie and made her way toward Hunter. He let her get just
close enough so he could sniff her offered hand but suddenly lost his
nerve and dashed back into the bushes. He heard Sophie running
toward the house calling for “Mommy” and wondered if he had
somehow frightened her.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now what have I done?
I don’t want Sophie to be afraid. I wonder what she’s saying to
Mommy about the strange acting Cat? I’m just so nervous about
making a good impression, I can’t seem to think straight.” </span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter moved back to his
other hiding place to watch what was happening at the house. Soon
Mommy and Sophie came out, headed back toward the swinging seat.
They were each holding a bowl and there was a familiar tantalizing
aroma coming from the one that Sophie carried. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ooh,” mewed Hunter.
“I smell something yummy! I guess Sophie wasn’t frightened after
all. I’ve got to get back to her swinging seat as quick as I can.
C’mon paws, make tracks!”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When Hunter reached his
opening in the bushes, Mommy and Sophie were placing the bowls on the
ground just a few cat lengths away. Then they went back toward the
swinging seat and lowered themselves to the ground. Hunter waited to
see what else they might do, but the scent of the food was just too
compelling. Out he came and went straight to the wonderfully
fragrant bowl. He made sure it was safe and then proceeded to eat
like the starving little creature he was. He stopped only to take a
few sweet laps from the water bowl and glance gratefully at Sophie
and Mommy. When he had finished the food and licked the bowl
meticulously, he politely washed his face and paws and looked up at
his two new friends. “Purrow?” he said in gratitude, and waited
for their reply. He didn’t have long to wait.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Kitty, kitty,” said
Sophie, with a cheerful invitation in her voice. Mommy held out her
hand in welcome and Hunter knew that finally his dream was about to
become reality. He bravely approached the two seated on the grass
until he was right in front of them. He rubbed his head against
Mommy’s hand and as she caressed his head, he knew that she would
never hurt him. Then Sophie reached out and began to rub behind his
ears and under his chin, his absolute favorite spots to be rubbed.
His motor began to hum and soon the three were becoming well
acquainted. The warmth and love that emanated from their hearts
captivated Hunter and he sensed he would become a willing captive.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When Mommy and Sophie
stood and walked back toward the house, Hunter followed them
willingly and joyfully. The rest of the afternoon, Sophie and Hunter
had splendid games of tag and follow the string in the yard. They
even helped Mommy pick some strange plants from a special plot of
ground.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As they were playing,
Hunter happened to look up at one of the windows of the house. In
the window sat the most mysterious Cat that Hunter had ever seen.
The Cat was slender and sleek with lovely light colored fur and a
dark mask on its face. Most remarkable were the two startling blue
eyes watching him with an inscrutable expression. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">How astonishing!
What an exquisite creature. If I become part of this family, how
will this other Person feel about me? Will she like me, or be angry
that she has to share the affections of Mommy, Daddy and Sophie?” </span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter’s thoughts were
interrupted by the sound of Daddy’s Rumbler, rolling up the path.
He was unsure of what to expect.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now I have to worry
about what Daddy thinks of me, too. Maybe he doesn’t want a poor
stray Cat like me.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Rumbler pulled
into its house and soon Daddy came into view. Hunter was sitting
next to Sophie and tensed his muscles, preparing to take flight if
things took a sudden turn for the worse. One look was all Hunter
needed to know that Daddy was delighted to see Sophie and Hunter
together. Daddy came over and knelt down, extending his hand to
Hunter. Hunter rubbed his head against Daddy’s hand and then to
his own surprise, began rubbing his little Cat body around Daddy’s
legs and against Sophie’s lap. When Mommy came over and gently
picked him up and held him in her arms, he felt he might burst from
happiness. “A family,” he purred. “A family of my very own!”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As twilight began to
creep in, Mommy and Daddy began moving things into the Rumbler house:
boxes, blankets, bowls and other mysterious things. Finally Sophie
came and picked Hunter up and carried him into the Rumbler house.
Hunter didn’t know what to think, but stayed quiet in Sophie’s
arms while he took in this new situation. The Rumbler was quiet now,
just sitting on one side of its house. The other side held all the
things that had recently been carried in. Daddy closed the door and
Sophie lowered Hunter to the floor. Everyone took a perch in some
funny metal seats and Hunter decided it was time to investigate.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> The first thing he did
was to go to each member of his new family and mew an inquisitive
mew, asking their permission to explore. They were all smiling at
him, so off he went. His perceptive nose led him to a bowl of cat
food next to another bowl of water. He looked back gratefully at his
Family and continued on. He found a litter box, which he was very
thankful for, too. No one likes to hunker in the dirt to relieve
himself. It’s much too embarrassing for one of the People who has
been raised with the Big Ones. (Just imagine… a modest,
well-mannered Cat, digging a hole and squatting out in plain sight of
Bast and everyone, to fulfill his bodily functions!) Next he stepped
on a yielding colorful path that led to a box filled with snuggly
soft material. Hunter stepped in and turned around two or three
times, kneading a comfortable spot in the center with his paws. He
lay down to try it out for size and found it very snug, indeed. He
jumped out and found some strange furry objects that looked like
Squeakers, but were definitely harder and certainly not going to run
away. He pushed at one with his paw and to his delight it bounced
along the floor. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What fun!” This
must be what they call a plaything. I can have some splendid times
chasing this around. Altogether, this spot is not too bad,
especially compared to some of the places I’ve had to stay.” </span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He walked over and
jumped up on Sophie’s lap. She began to caress him softly and hum
a little tune that was most pleasing to Hunter. Mommy came over and
held out a damp cloth for him to sniff. Then she gently rubbed the
sticky goo from the corner of Hunter’s eye.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That feels ever so
much better. How marvelous it will be to stay here with such caring
Big Ones.” </span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eventually, darkness
fell and Mommy and Daddy spoke to Sophie as they all stood up,
preparing to leave. One by one, they gave him a pat and walked out
the door. Daddy was the last to go and leaving the door ajar, just a
crack; he spoke encouragingly to Hunter and headed for the other,
“real” house. Hunter jumped up to a perch where he could see out
a window and felt a tiny twinge of sadness settle around his heart as
his new family left him alone in the dark. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Why are they
leaving me out here? I want to be with them and I thought they
wanted to be with me.” He looked around at what they had prepared
for him and decided to make the best of it. After all, he had a warm
place to sleep and food and water to sustain him.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I must have faith in
this good Family. I don’t know why they left me here, but I must
believe that it was for a good reason. I WILL have faith. I WILL<b>
</b>have trust.” With these thoughts echoing in his head, Hunter
had a little snack and a sip of water. He then made his way to his
snuggly box and prepared for the night. After a hasty wash-up, he
realized how sleepy he was and soon nodded off, again to dream of his
Mother’s song about the brave and clever Cat.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> The sun was barely up
when Hunter awoke to a confusing cacophony of jarring sounds. He
jumped to the window and looked out. In the nearby bushes was
Beechnut; seemingly unable to move, and hopping on the grass was a
large dark Flyer, moving closer and closer to Beechnut. In a nearby
tree sat Bob, frantically chittering and bobbing up and down.
Another of the dark Flyers was also in the tree, cawing encouragement
to the one below. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Hunter rushed to the
door and yelled out. “I’m coming, Beechnut! Hang on!” He
pushed on the door, but instead of opening, it ominously began to
close. Studying the door, Hunter realized his mistake and stuck a
paw underneath it and pulled. “Thank Bast I learned about doors
while I was a Kitten,” he thought as he tore across the grass
toward the Flyer, yowling as ferociously as he could. The Flyer
didn’t seem to notice until Hunter made a leaping pounce and rolled
the large Flyer away from his friend. To his astonishment, the Flyer
didn’t fly, but only hopped a few cat-lengths away and turned to
face him, its shiny black eye cocked in Hunter’s direction.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “By Morrigan’s
Wing, you are a brave but foolhardy young one. Why do you act so
rashly? Do you want this chattering morsel for yourself? Or is it
battle that you seek?”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “Get away!” cried
Hunter, back arched and claws at the ready. “That ‘morsel’, as
you put it, is my friend and I will not let you harm him!”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “Your friend? Since
when do the People make friends with their natural prey? This
mystery I must solve. Calm down, Master Cat. Let us talk and learn
from one another. I will not harm you or your friend, for this
puzzles me greatly and I do not like to be puzzled. My kind are very
knowing but also curious. Will you speak with me?”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “I will,” said
Hunter. “But only if you let me tend to my friend first. If he is
injured, I will do more than speak to you.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “Bravely and justly
spoken, little one. See to your friend, so that we may have a more
polite discussion.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Hunter ran to the
bushes where Beechnut was still clinging, shivering with fear.
“Beechnut! Are you hurt? What has happened here?”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “Oh, Hunter, I never
thought I would be so glad to see a Chk-Chak in my life. Help me get
untangled from this vine. My greed for one more chk-berry was almost
my undoing.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “Stay still for a
minute, so I can see where you’re tangled. Ah, here’s the spot.
Don’t be afraid, now. I’m going to use my claws to tear the
vine. I may have to use my teeth, too. You’ve gotten yourself in a
nice mess.” </span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Hunter very gently
pulled at the vines and unwrapped poor Beechnut’s tail so the
frightened Squirrel was able to wriggle free.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “My everlasting
thanks to you, Hunter, but I will not stay to chk-chat. This
adventure is now officially ended!”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With that, he raced up
the tree, chking and buzzing. Bob was waiting anxiously, and within
seconds, the pair had disappeared into the forest. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> With his friends
safely away, Hunter turned to the Flyer and sat down in the grass.
“Now we can have that discussion, sir. I am convinced that you did
no harm to my friend. My name is Hunter. I have wandered far and
long, and hope to make this place my home. Would you kindly tell me
who and what you are? I am unfamiliar with any Flyer as large as
yourself, and I, too, am curious.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “My name is Sir
Midnight and I am a member of the proud and noble family, Corvidae,
which the common folk call Crows and Ravens. We are the most clever
of all that take wing in the azure sky. My mate, the Lady Lenore,
sits in yonder tree and would also wish to make your acquaintance.
May she approach, brave Hunter?”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “She may, Sir
Midnight. It will be my pleasure to greet her.” Hunter found
himself falling into the rather flowery speech pattern of the
Corvidae and somehow it didn’t seem a bit strange.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As the Lady
Lenore settled gracefully next to her mate, Hunter continued his
address. “Greetings to you, Lady. May good health and happiness
be yours, and may you be always welcome at my dwelling.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “What a courteous
speech, Master Hunter. I will think more kindly of your People from
this point forth.” She then gave a slight nod of her head, as if
of approval.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter then returned
his attention to Sir Midnight. “I think, Sir, that your family has
a very fine opinion of itself. Can all you say be true and not just
a boast? And who is Morrigan whose name you use so dramatically?”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “The shame of a
braggart is not mine, young Hunter. We of the Dark Plumes know many
things that other wild creatures do not.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “Please enlighten me
of your many talents, Sir. I am most eager to know of your
accomplishments.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “You speak most
sarcastically for one so young, Master Hunter. Do not be so eager to
belittle those you do not know. We Corvidae have many talents. We
can fashion and use implements to help us obtain food. We are adept
at borrowing objects that we find useful or that have beauty. We
take but one mate for all our lives and live in family groups to
better care for our treasured young. However, our greatest and most
amazing talent is the use of the speech of Humans, those you common
folk speak of as the ‘Big Ones.’ Yes, it is indeed so. We not
only speak the Common Tongue of Nature's children, but also a
fortunate few have developed the ability to speak in the Human
Tongue! Close your mouth, Master Hunter. Your jaw is about to
become unhinged. I see by your expression that you think me not only
a braggart, but also a prevaricator. We do not boast, nor do we lie!
Do you require proof, if indeed my word is not good enough? Then
listen well, Sir Doubter, for now I shall demonstrate. I know
several words of the Humans, but above all, this is my favorite…
‘Sophie.’”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Hunter’s jaw nearly
did hit the ground when he heard the word, “Sophie,” for it was
not in the common speech of the Animals, but an almost perfect
duplication of Mommy’s voice.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “My apologies, Sir
Midnight. You are without doubt, the most clever creature I have
ever met. I am astounded to hear the name of my beloved Sophie in
the Human speech. I hope that my rudeness has not diminished me in
your regard. I would like very much to become better acquainted with
you and your lovely mate, the Lady Lenore. I’m sure you could
teach me much of the ways of the Human world.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “Morrigan be
praised. In truth, I was at first inclined to dismiss you as just
another ignorant Cat, but you have convinced me of your sincerity.
Come forward, Master Hunter. We will make the formal bows to seal
our friendship.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Hunter walked over to
Sir Midnight and Lady Lenore. They began a curious bow, beak to
ground, that was repeated three times. Hunter bowed his head in the
same manner and the two Corvidae seemed pleased, if somewhat amused.
With the ritual complete, Hunter had one more question to ask.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “If you please, Sir,
twice you have invoked the name of ‘Morrigan.’ Would you kindly
tell me who Morrigan is and her relationship to the Corvidae?”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “Indeed, Master Cat.
As Bast is to your people, Morrigan is to mine. She is the Goddess
of Battle and can often be seen above the arena of combat, hovering
in the form of a Crow or Raven. May Her blessings be upon you.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “My thanks, Good
Sir. May the blessing of Bast be on you both.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> At this point, the
door of the house began to open and Hunter’s two new friends rose
gracefully into the air, circling overhead. As they flew higher and
higher, Sir Midnight called down to Hunter. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “Farewell, good
Hunter. We shall speak again on the morrow if all goes well.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “Farewell, my
friends. Return soon, for we have much to discuss.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Hunter turned toward
the house and saw Sophie and Mommy coming toward him. He was very
excited to see them and began trotting toward them, mewing a welcome.
He stopped suddenly, when he saw that Mommy was carrying a strange
box with odd windows and a door. His worries seemed justified when
Mommy picked him up and placed him in the peculiar box. To his
horror, they then went to the Rumbler house and Mommy put him inside
the Rumbler. Sophie sat on the seat beside him and Mommy brought the
Rumbler to life.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “This is terrible!
It’s as if my worst fears are coming true. I can’t believe that
Mommy and Sophie would abandon me. They’re nothing like Hey You
and Old Lady. I MUST have faith. I WILL have faith.” Hunter kept
repeating his mantra while the Rumbler moved down the path. Sophie
was talking reassuringly to him, but unwilling sad meows kept
escaping from his mouth. Finally the Rumbler stopped moving and
became quiet. He felt himself being carried, and through his small
wire window he could see they were headed toward a white building.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “This is even worse
than I thought,” cried Hunter. White houses are very bad luck for
me. What sort of Big Ones live here and what kind of punishment will
they dream up for me?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Soon they were inside
the building, and a mixture of terrifying odors assaulted Hunter’s
nose. There were definitely Barkers here, along with other Cats and
the aroma of many unknown creatures. A strange pungent mixture
filled the air, and mingled with it was the overwhelming stink of
fear.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter didn’t
know what to think or feel. Mommy went up to another Big One and
talked. Hunter heard the word “Boots” mentioned, which sent
little shivers down his spine and puzzled him even further, for he
had a deep connection from earliest Kittenhood with the word,
“Boots.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter didn’t have long
to worry about his current situation, for soon he was carried into a
small room and his box was placed on a high shiny table. A Big One
wearing a white coat and round shiny coverings on its eyes, opened
his box and pulled him out. He found himself being petted by this
new Big One and again he heard the word “Boots,” spoken in a
kindly way, seemingly directed at himself. While Mommy and Sophie
watched, the Big One began to probe and poke all over Hunter’s
body. His ears were checked, his teeth, his eyes, his tummy and even
some parts that no one had dared to check before. Mommy talked to
the Big One, whose name seemed to be Doc, and would occasionally give
Hunter a comforting rub behind his ears. Doc was very gentle and his
voice was deep and relaxing. Just as Hunter was calming down
somewhat, Doc pinched some of Hunter’s skin together and there was
a sharp sting, like that of a bee; then another sting. Next, to
Hunter’s consternation, Doc forced his little Cat jaws open and
popped something small and hard down his throat. Hunter
automatically swallowed the something, wondering what on earth it had
been. Finally, Doc wiped Hunter’s sore eye and put a squishy
substance on the lids. Hunter was then allowed to return to his
carrying box and lie down.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “I’m not sure what
just happened to me, but I have a feeling it was all good. My eye
certainly feels better and because I’m back in my box, I just might
be going home. I WILL have faith! I WILL have trust!”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> In just a few minutes,
they were all back in the Rumbler, heading somewhere that Hunter
hoped was Home. Soon, the house came into view and Mommy steered the
Rumbler back into its own odd house. There was a strange, clashing,
rolling sound and then silence. Mommy carried his box from the
Rumbler, put it down and opened the wire door. Hunter poked out his
head and saw his familiar sleeping spot and bowls. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “Well, at least I’m
back where I started, and not by the side of the path somewhere.
This is a very good omen. I was right to have faith in these good
Humans. Maybe now that I’ve been to see Doc, I’ll be able to go
into the real house and not have to live here with only the smelly
Rumbler for company.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Mommy gave Hunter a
comforting pat on the head and went out the small door, saying words
that made no sense to him, but that Sophie seemed to agree with.
Once more he heard Sophie utter the word, “Boots.” A purr of
anticipation began in his throat, becoming stronger and louder, until
his entire body was practically quivering with excitement. Sophie
sat in one of the metal seats, looked at Hunter and patted her lap.
Miraculously, she crooned to Hunter, “Boots. Here, Boots.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Hunter gladly jumped
up to her lap and rubbed his head against her small hand, still
purring with all his might. Sophie continued to caress and sing to
him, saying over and over, “good Boots, good kitty.” Hunter
curled into a ball and despite his best efforts, felt himself
drifting off to sleep. After all, it had been quite an exciting day.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Hunter was awoken by
the entrance of Mommy and Daddy. He stretched luxuriously and gave
them a welcoming “mew.” Daddy sat down and Hunter decided to
have a little snack and answer the call of nature. It was a little
embarrassing in front of his new Family, but he didn’t have much
choice. Everyone seemed enormously pleased with his use of the
Litter Box and Hunter was certainly amused by their enthusiasm.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> “Why would they
think that what I just did was worthy of praise? Any self-respecting
Person would use what was provided. They certainly didn’t think I
would just go off in a corner and do my business on the floor! Yes,
Humans are definitely remarkable creatures.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> At this point, Mommy
and Sophie left the Rumbler house and went on their way. Since Daddy
had stayed, Hunter decided to try out his lap, to test it for a
proper fit. Daddy’s lap was indeed large and comfortable, not to
mention, warm, so Hunter decided to get better acquainted. He rubbed
his head against Daddy's hand and was rewarded with a lovely scratch
behind the ears. Hunter began to purr with appreciation and found
Daddy to be a most agreeable companion.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So, the rest of the day
passed in much the same fashion. Mommy, Daddy and Sophie taking
turns rubbing his favorite spots, playing his favorite games and of
course, providing laps for napping. All during this pleasant time,
his Family always addressed him as “Boots.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I do believe that
I’ll have to start thinking of myself as ‘Boots’ now. How odd
that the Humans would pick a name that means so much to me. It is
the same as my favorite song from Kittenhood, the one my Mother used
to sing. Oh, how I loved that song of ‘Puss In Boots!’”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">While Hunter-Boots was
completing one of his frequent wash-ups, he noticed that his legs did
indeed look like he was wearing boots… his front legs were mostly
white, but his back legs were white on the top half and black on the
bottom half. “I wonder why I never made the connection on my own?
Although to be fair, my life has been a little hectic lately, too
hectic to think of much but finding someplace safe and something to
eat. Yes, ‘Boots’ they are and ‘Boots’ I shall become. It’s
a wonderful name, and every time I hear it, I will think of my Mother
and her wonderful singing.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As darkness fell, Boots
again found himself alone in the Rumbler house and this time all the
doors were tightly closed, with no exit to the night outside.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So here I am again,
excluded from the rest of my Family. I don’t know why, but I WILL<b>
</b>have faith and trust. I WILL!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Boots counted seven more
suns and seven more darks that passed in the same way. His Family
would visit him many times a day, and Mommy would wash his eye and
apply the squishy stuff to his lids. His eye felt better everyday,
and the good food and attention he was receiving made him feel more
energetic and more like “himself”. Often, when he was on his own
in the Rumbler house, he would watch out the windows. Sometimes
Beechnut and Bob came to eat seeds and their yum-chk, but Boots was
unable to play with his newfound silly companions. He even saw Sir
Midnight and Lady Lenore strutting rather clownishly through the
grass, on the alert for a tasty tidbit of some sort. Again, he had
no chance to further his education with the Corvidae. But it was
when the darkness came and he was left alone in the Rumbler house
that the doubts returned and his faith began to waver. All he could
do was repeat and repeat, “I WILL<b> </b>have faith, I WILL have
trust!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Finally there came a day
when Mommy, Daddy and Sophie came to the Rumbler house with the
strange carrying-box he had traveled in before. As they placed him
in the box and the Rumbler began moving, he became very agitated and
began to cry, even though he wanted to be brave.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When the Rumbler pulled
up to the same white building where Doc lived, Boots was somewhat
reassured even though it was undeniably a very scary place. Again,
he was carried inside, taken out of his box and placed on the
slippery table. Doc picked him up and spoke to the Family in his
deep kindly voice. Mommy, Daddy and Sophie each gave Boots a soft
little caress and then walked out the door.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Where are they going?”
cried boots. “Why are they leaving me here with Doc and all these
strange animals and smells?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Boots didn’t have long
to think about his predicament, for Doc carried him to a brightly-lit
room and placed him on a different kind of table. He felt the
strange Bee sting again and then felt himself falling, falling into
darkness.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chapter Six: Ups and
Downs </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Daylight was not far
away when Hunter chanced upon a mist-covered meadow. There were
several large shapes in the meadow, moving gracefully through the
mist as they ate the grasses that filled the clearing. They had long
willowy legs and fascinating brown and white ears that seemed to be
constantly listening for unusual sounds. Some of the larger
creatures had some sort of strange branches on their heads. From
time to time they would look up and gaze across the field, turning
their delicate heads in curiosity, inspecting the surrounding forest.
Occasionally, one would raise its white tail like a flag and give a
little start. Then the others would look up to confirm that
everything was peaceful and feeding would resume. Hunter was
entranced by the elegant creatures and wanted to make himself known,
but felt very shy in their presence. He inched carefully from his
hiding place until he was noticed by one of the beautiful creatures.
The beautiful one came closer, stopping once or twice to sniff the
air. Finally it stopped in front of Hunter, who bowed his head and
said respectfully,</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Greetings to you. I
mean you no harm, but only wish to know who you are. Your dignity
makes me feel awkward and plain.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The stranger studied the
little cat with soft gentle eyes and finally answered, “ Please do
not feel that way. Your People have their own grace and beauty that
cannot be denied. You should never feel inferior to another
creature.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I would thank you for
the compliment, but I don’t know how you are named.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We are the Dancers
and my name is Artemis.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pardon me, but that
name is strange to me. What does it mean?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I was named for the
Goddess that protects Nature and all Wild Creatures. I feel very
blessed to share Her name. As for the Dancers, we are members of a
small group that live in this forest and meadow, seeking only food,
shelter and families to share our lives. What is your quest, little
one?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My name is Hunter and
I too seek a family, but in a home of the Big Ones.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With these words,
Artemis raised her head and snorted in alarm. “Pardon me, Hunter.
I know you mean us no harm, but soon, when the leaves begin to turn
color, the Dancers will become the Hunted and it is the Big Ones who
will be our pursuers.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Forgive me, Artemis,
I didn’t mean to upset you. To me the Big Ones mean shelter and
family. Why do they pursue your people?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For many reasons: for
sport, as they call it, and for food. Yes, some that you see here
will not live to see the next greening of the forest. It is the way
of life and we have come to accept it, but it is very hard.” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter was unaware of
the tears starting to well up in his eyes. Artemis, however, noticed
the little Cat’s distress and lowered her head down to Hunter’s.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter, you must not
be sad. You yourself are a pursuer of other creatures, as others may
pursue you. This is Nature’s way and you are blameless, as are all
who must hunt for food. The Big Ones are not to be hated for their
behavior. They too are as Nature made them. If it is your destiny
to make your life with them, do not hesitate in your quest. Even
Artemis, my namesake, is also the Goddess of the Hunt.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thank you, Artemis.
I think I understand now, and I will not be ashamed. Will you tell
me more about yourself and the other Dancers?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Just as Artemis was
about to answer, one of the Dancers raised his white flag and
snorted. The others came to attention. There was something moving
in the distance and the Dancers began to flee. They disappeared into
the forest with majestic leaps and bounds, and in a matter of
seconds, the meadow was empty. The Dancers were gone, leaving Hunter
to wonder if they had really been there at all.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter crept back into
his hiding place to observe whatever was coming. Daylight had
arrived and Hunter could see dust billowing behind the unknown
object, and hear an angry buzzing sound that was getting closer and
closer. As the object came into view, Hunter could see it was a Big
One, riding on top of a strange small Rumbler. The Rumbler bounced
over the meadow and disappeared down a path leading into the forest.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That was certainly an
odd little Rumbler, but I think my next step should be to follow it,
not too close of course. It’s probably still dangerous, even if it
is small. The Big One is most likely going to his home, and that
home could be the one for me.” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So Hunter made his way
across the meadow and down the forest path. The way was easy to
follow and the soft earth felt soothing on his tired paws. The
resinous aroma of pine trees was somehow cheerful and his spirits
began to rise. The forest path ended in an area of cropped grass and
there sat the strange Rumbler, on the stony path of another white
house. The Big One was nearby putting something into containers that
Hunter knew were called trashcans.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter crossed the grass
and ventured up the stony path until he was only a few cat-lengths
from the Big One. “Mew?” he said, hopefully. The Big One turned
around and glared at Hunter, mumbling something in the Big One
language. Hunter threw himself on the ground and rolled on his back,
showing his trust and submission. To his surprise, the Big One
didn’t accept his yielding gesture, but picked up the round metal
lids to the cans and began slamming them together. The sharp
metallic clash that resulted was so painful to poor Hunter’s ears
that he jumped to his feet and fled as fast as his legs would carry
him. Back down the stony path he tore, across the grass and into the
forest, not stopping until he was totally out of breath. He really
didn’t know exactly where he was, but at least it was quiet and
peaceful. He made his way to a large pine tree and curled up at its
base.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What am I doing
wrong?” he whimpered. “Is there something offensive about me?
Why are the Big Ones so angry and aggravated when they see me? I’m
beginning to think that I’ll never find a home.” Hunter was
heartsick at the thought of being alone. The nights were beginning
to get cooler and darkness was coming earlier every day. He looked
at his tangled fur, full of sticky seeds and knew that his eye must
look terrible too, since it was very itchy and watery all the time.
“Just look at me! It’s no wonder that no one wants to take me
in. I wouldn’t want anything to do with me either.” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(Now, it must be said
that Hunter proceeded to have a good long cry and was feeling very
sorry for himself, indeed. Perhaps we all would have felt the same in
his shoes, well…paws. The world can be a very harsh place at times
and this was definitely one of those times for Hunter.) </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gradually, his good
sense took over and he began to think about cleaning himself up and
what he should do next. He began pulling out the sticky seeds, and
proceeded to wash his face, paying special attention to his eye.
Just as he was about to trim his back toenails, a strange laughing
noise came from the tree above him. He searched the branches
overhead and finally saw the culprits, two Red Squirrels perched on a
limb, looking very impertinent and very pleased with themselves.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chk, chk, chickaree.
Who can that ground-rat be? Chk, chk, chk. Has he lost his way,
chk, chk? Shall we throw some chr-chk at him?” What followed was
a lot of chking and chacking and buzzing that was totally lost on
Hunter. Then came a miniature shower of pine needles and small twigs
and a lot more silly laughter. “Chk, chk, chickaree. I see the
rat, but he can’t get me.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, this insult was
just too much for Hunter and up the tree he raced. The two Squirrels
thought this was great fun and led Hunter on a merry chase through
the tree until they finally reached the tiny branches at the very
tip-top and gracefully leapt to a neighboring Maple tree. Hunter
couldn’t follow, of course but sat down on a branch and had a good
laugh, as he imagined how silly he must look. </span></span>
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<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Okay, I give up.
You’re right. I can’t catch you, so come closer so we can have a
little chat and get to know one another.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chk, chrrr, chrrr.
The rat in the treetop must think we’re very stupid, chk, to fall
for that old line. Chk, chk, chickaree. You’ll have to do better
than that, you silly fat-rat Chk-Chak.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now just hold on. I
am very sincere and have no tricks up my paws. I really would like
to talk to you. Why don’t you come just a little closer, to a spot
where you still feel safe? I’ll go back down to the ground and
swear an oath to Bast that I will not harm you.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chickaree! You are
persistent. I guess we could come a bit lower and chk-chat for a
bit. What do you want from us? Directions, maybe? You certainly
don’t act like you know much about the forest.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, I guess you’re
right about that,” Hunter conceded. “I seem to have lost my
bearings. Let me introduce myself. My name is Hunter and I’m
looking for a home and a family. Do you know if there are any of the
Big Ones near this forest who are friendly?”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, chk, chk, we
might. My name is Beechnut and this is my chk-friend, Acorn Redoak,
but we just call him Bob. Sometimes we travel to a Big Ones’ nest
where there is food… food for us Chkrs and food for the Flyers.
Sometimes, even the Dancers go there to eat. We like to tease the
Dancers. Chk, chk. They are so easy to trick. They are such
splendid playmates!”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That sounds like a
good place for me to try. How do I get there? Is it far?”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No, not far at all,
as the Chkr jumps. From the top of this needle tree, just jump to
the next sweet-juice tree. Then follow the berry trees till you come
to the acorn tree…”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wait,” said Hunter.
“That may be how you travel, but I can’t go by treetop. How
will I follow your directions from the ground?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Beechnut looked
astounded at this question and turned to his friend. “Well, Bob,
isn’t he the silliest Chk-Chak you’ve ever met? Aren’t they
the same trees at the bottom as they are at the top, foolish Hunter?
Chk, chk, chickaree.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well…”said
Hunter, “I guess that’s true, but sometimes you just can’t go
from tree to tree when you travel on foot. Things tend to get in the
way, like big drop-offs and thorny bushes, and they tend to throw off
your direction. The tops of the trees are also a whole lot bigger
than the bottoms, you know.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Beechnut and Bob
whispered together for a bit, with lots of chks and chaks and
chickarees thrown in. Finally they turned back to Hunter, and Bob
made a suggestion.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We are going to do
you a favor. Since you seem so pitiful and helpless, the two of us
will lead you from the treetops. We will just jump and chk our way
along and you can follow our voices. Do you grasp my meaning,
Chk-Chak?”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wow, you two are
definitely smarter than you look. That’s a great idea, as long as
you don’t go too fast. Please remember that I may have to travel
over or under some obstacles. And in appreciation of your help, I
promise to try and help you if I can, maybe when you need it the
most.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Don’t make promises
that you can’t keep, Chk-Chak, but we thank you for the thought.”
</span></span>
</div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So the peculiar journey
began, Beechnut and Bob chking their way along the treetops and
Hunter listening and following from below. There were a few setbacks
along the way and once Hunter fell into a ditch, since he wasn’t
watching his step, but watching his two silly friends, laughing in
the treetops.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wait! Let’s stop
for a minute,” panted Hunter. “I’ve got to get myself out of
this hole and rest a bit. Don’t you two ever get hungry or
thirsty? Well, I happen to be both. There is some fresh smelling
water over here and maybe a tasty morsel for my lunch.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ooh, you horrid
Chk-Chak! Here we are helping you and you’re going to kill
something, maybe one of our relatives. This just might be the end of
a beautiful friendship,” said Beechnut, absolutely sputtering with
indignation.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Who said anything
about killing your relatives? There just happen to be some very
nutritious plants here that will do very well for a quick lunch.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I apologize, Hunter.
I’m just not used to trusting any of your kind. Go ahead with your
lunch. Bob and I will snack on some of these toothsome nut-chks.
Let’s not wait too long though, the Big Ones’ nest is not far
from here and they probably have some sort of delicacy for us to eat,
maybe some of that smooth creamy nut-chk stuff. Yum-chk!”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I’m ready when you
are. Lead on, my nutty friends. The sooner we get there, the sooner
I’ll know if it’s the right place for me. So far, I haven’t
had much luck, but maybe this time will be different.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On they went, until Bob
and Beechnut stopped in the top of a tall maple tree and became very
excited. “Look. Look. Chk, chk! There is the nest and they do
indeed have some yum-chk. We’ll be leaving you now Hunter, the
food and fun awaits. I’m sure you can find your way from here,
even if you can’t find your tail with both paws. Good luck,
Chk-Chak and may this be the place you seek." </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Good-bye, my
trustworthy guides. You were a great help even if you were somewhat
of a hindrance, too. If I make my home here, I may see you again,
but if not, may your nests be warm and well-stocked with yum-chk.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As the two Squirrels
scampered off, Hunter decided to change his tactics of approach.
Instead of just rushing up to the Big Ones, this time he would stay
in hiding and observe them from a distance. Perhaps their behavior
would let him know if he might be welcome. He walked cautiously
until he came to the cropped grass that surrounded the house.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hmmm,” he said to
himself. “This house is not white, but the same color as the
Dancers. Maybe that is a good sign. I certainly haven’t had any
luck with white houses. I guess I’ll just have to find out for
myself.” So Hunter began his surveillance from the cover of some
tall grass. There were plenty of the Flyers around, eating seeds,
and drinking and washing up at a small pond with a tinkling
waterfall. Bob and Beechnut were clinging to an odd metal branch,
feasting on something that seemed to put them into a state of
ecstasy.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well,” thought
Hunter, “it certainly looks like they welcome the animals here.
Only time will tell if they welcome me.” He waited till he began
to feel drowsy, but there were no Big Ones to be seen. He must have
nodded off, for he dreamt again of his Mother singing. Then the
singing changed and Hunter awoke to a sound he had never heard
before. It was the voice of a Big One, but gently soft and lyrical.
The words were being repeated in the most lovely mannerelf hidden.
He could tell there was a clearing ahead, so he crouched down and
stealthily inched his way to an opening in the bushes. As he peered
out of his hiding place, his eyes took in a strange and enchanting
scene. It seemed like something from a dream, half remembered and
just waiting to become reality. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the clearing was one
of the Big Ones, but much smaller than any Hunter had ever seen. The
fur on its head was tied up in two bright strings and its face was
round and smooth, glowing with health and merriment.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I think I’ll have
to call this a ‘Little One’. It looks very soft and innocent and
its voice is very soothing. That is a strange moving perch that the
Little One is using. It seems to be attached to some long vines,
hanging from that tree. The Little One looks and sounds very happy
moving back and forth like that. How unusual.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter’s Little One
was, indeed, a little girl in a swing, and as she pumped her legs and
glided up and down she was singing a song that went something like
this:</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My Swing, Oh my
Swing, in the apple tree,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Carry me high as the
flight of the Bee.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Carry me low as the
brook, running free.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My Swing, Oh my Swing,
in the apple tree.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter was entranced by
the whole image and was just about to make himself known, when a
voice called out from the house.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sophie. Sophie?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Little One jumped
from her seat and ran toward the voice, leaving Hunter feeling more
lonesome than ever, but also quite hopeful. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Whew, that was close,”
said Hunter with a sigh of relief. “I really thought they were
going to find me.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">They would have, you
know, if it hadn’t been for me.” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Who and where are you?
Are you the strange Prickler they were talking about?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Indeed I am, little
friend. My name is Spike and I’m right here, one branch below you.
You were so frightened and anxious to find a safe place that you
didn’t notice me, climbin' up behind you.” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You’re the reason
that the Howlers went away, aren’t you? Are you dangerous?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Not to you, little
one. If you come closer, we can have a proper introduction and share
our stories. Just be sure that when you climb down, you don’t get
TOO close to me. You’ll see why when you get here.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, Spike, I think I
can trust you, so make way. I’m going to back down this tree.
Please tell me when close is TOO<b> </b>close, OK?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter made his descent
to the lower branch without any mishap and found himself face to face
with yet another peculiar creature. There was a kindly furry face
attached to a very unusual body. The front part was very nicely
furred, but the back part and tail were covered in hair and long
sharp-looking spines.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, now I know why
they called you a Prickler,” said Hunter. “What do you do with
those things? Do they help you get food? Oh, Spike, excuse me. I
haven’t even told you my name and here I go asking too many
questions.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No harm done, uh…what
did you say your name was?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I apologize again. My
name is Hunter and I’m hunting for a home and family, among other
things. My nerves must really be on edge because of that pack of
Howlers. My Mother would think me most impolite, Spike.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Greetings, Hunter. I
can tell you’ve never met a Prickler before. I think perhaps it’s
time for a little lesson, in case of another chance meetin' with one
o' my kind.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I’d appreciate that,
Spike. If the Howlers don’t want a dispute with you, then neither
do I.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, first of all, if
you ever meet any Pricklers again, you need the passwords that let
'em know you’re a friend, not a foe. Come closer, I don’t want
to say it too loud, in case there are any other curious ears around.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter came up to Spike
until their noses were almost touching. “What are the passwords,
please?” whispered Hunter.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now keep this to
yourself, won’t you. Do you promise?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I promise to always
keep the Prickler passwords private.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Okay, then, here they
are. Whenever you come upon a Prickler, just ask this question…you
really promise you won’t tell?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On my honor, Spike, I
promise never, never to tell a soul.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">All right then, here’s
the question. ‘Does the ferocious FurMountain make brown logs in
the forest?’”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh, Spike, you don’t
mean it!” Hunter began to laugh, the first laugh he’d had in a
long, long time. He laughed so hard he could barely keep his perch
on the tree branch. “I’m sorry. I think I might be a tiny bit
silly. It must be from all the excitement. I’ve been in quite a
few scrapes lately and this is such a relief. FurMountains in the
forest… it’s just too funny for words.” Hunter began to laugh
again until tears were rolling down his face. (If you’ve never
heard a cat laugh, it’s somewhere between a cough and a purr. It
comes out in short little bursts, sort of like hiccups, but closer
together.)</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now, Hunter, I don’t
think it’s all THAT funny and you won’t either if you ever meet a
FurMountain or an unfriendly Prickler. But we’ve gotten off the
subject. You must pay attention! You don’t even know the answer
yet. Please calm yerself down and listen. It could be important
some day.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I’m sorry, Spike. I
don’t mean to make fun of your passwords, but…. FurMountains!
Okay, when I meet a Prickler, I ask him that question. I can’t
even say it out loud. Krr, Krr, Krr.” (This is the sound of one cat
laughing.) “What will the Prickler’s answer be?” asked Hunter,
trying to keep a serious expression on his face. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">All right, settle down
please, Hunter. After you ask, ‘Does the ferocious FurMountain
make brown logs in the forest?’ The Prickler will answer, ‘One
that would have the fruit, must climb the tree.’ Now repeat the
passwords for me until I’m sure you have 'em right.” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Repeat the passwords!
Oh, Spike, I could never forget those passwords.” There were a few
more laughs that finally turned into giggles and at last Hunter was
able to turn to Spike and talk in a fairly normal voice. “Please
believe me Spike, I really don’t mean any disrespect to you or any
of the Pricklers. I think I just needed a release from all the
tension I’ve been under. I’m so glad to have met you, that I
would hug you, if I could.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That’s all right
Hunter, no offense taken. Just remember what I told you. You never
know when you might need a friend in a sticky situation, if you get
my point…no pun intended.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, Spike, I’ll
always be thankful for meeting you tonight. I think we should share
our stories. You still haven’t told me about those spines of
yours, although I have some pretty good ideas for using them. Maybe
you could wade in the water and catch fish. How about picking
berries, all you would have to do is walk through the bushes or roll
on the ground.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh, Hunter, now it’s
my turn to laugh. Why do you think those Howlers left me alone? My
spines, as you called ‘em, are quills, and they’re my best
defense. If someone thinks they can take a bite out of me, they end
up with a face full of quills. They’re mighty hard to get rid of
too, since they have a kind of hook on ‘em that goes right into my
attacker’s skin. Some of the silly critters think I can even throw
my quills at ‘em. Now that’s just not so, but if it keeps ‘em
away from me, who am I to tell ‘em the truth? As for fish or
berries, I’ve got no use for them. I get my food right up here in
the trees. Nice fresh bark and tender branches. Yup, that’s a
real satisfying meal, I must say.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, so far, I
haven’t had to resort to eating trees, but I certainly wouldn’t
mind some sort of meal right now. It’s been quite a while since I
felt satisfied. Do you think there’s anything around here that a
small Cat could eat?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, Hunter. Now
that I get a good look at you, you do look a little worse for wear
and mighty skinny too, if you don’t mind me sayin’ so. There are
quite a few small critters livin’ around this water that would
probably be wholesome to eat, if you can catch ‘em, that is. Now,
you climb right down and have a go at it. If you don’t mind, I’ll
stay up here and keep watch and have a bit of supper while I’m at
it.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter made his way down
the tree and started to explore. It wasn’t long before he came
upon a small green creature sitting by the water’s edge. Hunter
crouched down, waggled his rear till his position was just right, and
pounced! To his immense surprise, the green one hopped into the
water and disappeared.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wow, I really
thought I had that one right where I wanted him. What a jump! Where
did he go?” Hunter could hear Spike chuckling up in the tree. “It
wouldn’t be so funny if you were the one with the empty tummy,
Spike.” Hunter looked back in the water and saw the Green One
floating right in the middle of the stream, well out of his reach.
As Hunter was pondering his next move, he heard a strange twanging
voice.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You better go home,
bug-yum. You better go home, bug-yum.” It was the Green One, now
sitting on a large leaf in the middle of the water, looking straight
at Hunter with his big solemn eyes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter was astonished.
“Why, that’s exactly what I’m trying to do,” he marveled.
“How did you know that, and what’s with the bug-yum thing?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Spike started to chuckle
again and called down to Hunter. “Ah, don’t pay any attention to
that one. That’s all he can say, and the only thing he’s
interested in is his ‘bug-yum’ because bugs are all he eats… a
pretty dull fella to my way of thinkin’. You won’t catch ‘im
either, and even if you did, he’d taste real bad, I bet, sort of
muddy and slimy at the same time. But that’s only a guess, don’t
ya know, with me bein’ a tree-a-tarian.” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, I’ve got to
find something to eat! I need to keep up my strength.” So Hunter
stalked along the water’s edge until he spotted a hapless Squeaker,
very preoccupied with eating some seeds. This time his waggle and
pounce were perfect. After a tasty meal, a drink of the fresh cool
water, and a satisfying wash-up, Hunter felt much better. It was
only after he settled down for a nap that he realized that the song
of the Green One was becoming a full chorus. Everywhere, he heard
them singing; “You better go home. You better go home. You better
go home.” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Listen to them, Spike.
It’s some kind of message, just for me. They know that I must
find a safe place to call home. I guess I’ll have to start sooner
than I planned. I’m sorry I didn’t get to know you better,
Spike. You really did save my life, you know. I’ll always have a
soft spot in my heart for Pricklers, especially if they’re all like
you.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That’s a mighty nice
thing to say, Hunter. I guess I’ll think better of you Cat Folk,
too. If you’re lookin’ for the houses of the Big Ones, I do
believe there’s one near the next forest, not too far from here.
Promise me you’ll be more careful in your travels. I want to think
of you, livin’ warm and comfy, with no worries in your little head.
I won’t forget you either, Hunter. We could have been great pals,
but Cat Folk are better off inside a house. Livin’ out here, they
might end up inside somebody else’s insides, or just a splot in the
hard path. Good journey to you, my little friend and don’t forget
the passwords.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Don’t worry, Spike.
That’s something I’ll always remember. Long life to you and all
your kin.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So Hunter again began his
search, a little wiser and a little sadder, but determined to find a
family of his own.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter traveled far that
day, only stopping to eat and drink. He noticed that the houses of
the Big Ones were nowhere to be seen and that the dark mysterious
trees were closer and closer together. When it was time for sleep,
Hunter wormed his way through the tangled grass until he found a
cave-like space under some leafy bushes. He noticed that his fur was
covered with little prickly seeds and his eye was beginning to itch
and water. “I’d better catch up on my grooming, or no one will
want to give me a home.” After a good wash-up, he settled down and
tried to rest, but each little whisper of wind or rustle of grass
made him startle and worry about who or what could be out there.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He must have fallen
asleep at some point, for the next thing he knew there was daylight
peeping into his shelter, along with a strange furry face. Hunter
jumped up, arching his back. “Who and what are you?” he spat.
“Leave me in peace, for I want no argument with a creature that
smells like you!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The stranger backed away
with a mysterious little laugh. Hunter could see that it was black
and white, just like him, but he knew it was not one of the People…
definitely not.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My name is DigsGrubs
and you are certainly no danger to me, little Hisser. In fact, if I
chose to, I could give you a painful little surprise.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter was amazed that he
could understand the other’s speech. There was a curious lilt to
it, but basically it was the same as that of the People.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sorry, Mr. Digsgrubs,
but I was just startled, I guess. How is it that you and I speak the
same language? You are not one of the People.”</span></span></div>
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“ <span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ah, little Hisser, I
can see you haven’t been around the meadow, so to speak. All
Nature’s children speak the same language. Sadly, there are some
who have forgotten it, like the Big Ones and a few of the Swimmers
and Slitherers. Yes, it is a tragic thing, I’m thinkin’.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.29in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">How curious! Thank
you for the information. It’s good to know that I’ll be able to
speak with other creatures I might meet in my travels. But let me
introduce myself. My name is Hunter and you shouldn’t have
surprised me like that. I’m not familiar with this place and there
are many enemies here.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.29in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Enemies! If you’re
so afraid of enemies, you should have been more vigilant, my friend.
I was able to find you with no trouble at all. In the future, you’d
best be more alert.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter realized that this
was certainly good advice and decided to see what else he might learn
from his curious new acquaintance. “Greetings and apologies to you
Digsgrubs. I must have fallen asleep. I’m glad it was you who
found me and not someone more menacing. Uh, DigsGrubs, I don’t
mean to be impolite, but you, um…well… um… you kind of smell
funny.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That’s my surprise,
Hunter. It’s my secret weapon, since I can’t run fast or climb
trees like you can. Only last night I had to give some of the
Howlers a good lesson with my spray.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Howlers! Are they
still here? Where are they? I was warned about them. I’ve got to
run away, if they’re still here.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ah, don’t worry,
they’re all asleep now and you can smell ‘em a field away, thanks
to me. If you travel tonight, though, under the round White-Eye, you
may run into ‘em. They love to run and howl and hunt poor,
unfortunate, wee ones when the White-Eye is up. But Hunter, now that
we’ve introduced ourselves, maybe you can fill me in on your story.
I’m sure you have one. By the looks of you, you’re in the
middle of some adventure, I’ll bet. Just where are you headed, if
you don’t mind me askin’?”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.29in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s a long story,
DigsGrubs, are you sure you want to hear it?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Aye, that I do, little
Hunter. I don’t get to speak with strangers very often and I like
to hear their tales of the wide world when I get the chance.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Okay, DigsGrubs, but
remember, you asked for it.” So Hunter again began his story and
he could see DigsGrubs eyes getting bigger and bigger as his tale
came to an end. “Well, that’s about it, I guess, but it all
boils down to my search for a new home, I hope with some kindly Big
Ones. Do you know if any live near here?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I’m the wrong one to
ask about the Big Ones, kindly or otherwise. They want nothin’ to
do with the likes of me and from the sound of em’, I want nothin’
to do with them either! Course I really don’t have much to do with
any other kind of critter. We Stripers have to stick together, if
you know what I mean. I do know that there’s a Big One’s house
about three fields further down the path. There’s already a Hisser
like you livin’ there, but they might take you in. At least you
might find a good hidin’ place if the Howlers catch your scent.” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thank you, DigsGrubs.
I might as well find myself something to eat and get started. Good
hunting and long life to you.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I thank thee too,
Hunter. You’re the most polite Hisser I’ve ever met, I must say.
Keep your wits about you and have a safe journey. It was a pleasure
meetin’ you. I must be off to the Missus. She’ll be wonderin’
where I’ve been, but at least I’ll have an interesting tale to
tell when I get back to the burrow. Good huntin’ to you too,
little Hisser.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So Hunter began another
leg of his journey, thinking of DigsGrubs and the others he had met.
He was already missing their company and good advice but his
education in the ways of the world was growing by leaps and bounds
and for this he gave thanks to Bast and all his lucky stars.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, the first
order of business must be breakfast. It will have to be something
quick. I want to get as far away from the Howlers as I can when it
starts to get dark.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So Hunter made his way
through the meadow, till he found some tasty looking Crickets, hiding
in the shade of an old tree limb. He was not very satisfied with his
meal, but it would have to do. He made his way back to the path and
started his search for the house that DigsGrubs had mentioned. Just
when he thought he couldn’t walk a step farther, it came into view.
It was a rambling white house, standing at the end of a long stony
path, on the top of a small wooded hill.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, this must be
the place. It looks inviting and there is a Big One right there in
the path. He’s doing something to his Rumbler, but at least the
Rumbler isn’t rumbling right now. I think I’ll take a chance.”
Hunter started trotting up the stony path, trying his best to catch
the Big One’s attention. “Mew? Mew? Prrrow?” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Big One finally
turned to Hunter, but instead of a kindly welcome; he shouted the
familiar, “Get lost, Cat” and picked up what looked like a long
green Slitherer. Hunter stopped dead in his tracks.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.29in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What can the Big One
possibly be doing with a Slitherer?” He didn’t have long to wait
for his answer. The Big One pointed the Slitherer at Hunter and out
poured a frigid stinging stream of water, thoroughly dousing the
little Cat. Hunter turned and fled; too frightened to even watch
where he was going. He dashed across the hard path just barely ahead
of a speeding Rumbler. He finally came to a trembling halt at the
edge of a gurgling stream. </span></span>
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<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.29in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh no, not more
water! That’s exactly what I don’t need.” He looked around
and found himself in a small valley with lots of trees and bushes and
small little hidey-holes bordering the banks of the stream.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.29in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I’ve got to find a
safe place and pull myself together. Then I must dry myself off
before it gets dark and cold.” He spotted a half-broken tree
branch, covered with wild grapevines. The vines were very thick and
hung all the way to the ground. Inside it was dry and cozy, the
perfect spot to gather his wits and tend to his fur.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I hope that no one
else likes to use this place,” he said shakily. “I don’t think
I can travel one more step tonight.” So in he went and got to work
trying to dry himself off. He noticed that he still had some sticky
seeds in his fur and his eye was really starting to feel strange,
sort of gummy and tingly. When his grooming was over, he curled up
in the smallest little ball that he could possibly make and tried to
console himself. “I’ve got to believe that DigsGrubs and Snow
were right,” he whimpered. “THAT house certainly didn’t have
any kindly Big Ones. I must keep trying. I must keep trying.”
Hunter kept repeating this hopeful phrase until he finally dozed off.
This night he dreamt of his Mother and again heard her sing about
the brave and clever Cat. If anyone was watching, they would have
noticed a tiny little smile on the small Cat’s face, but there was
no one to see, save one careless moth that fluttered in and quickly
fluttered out.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The moon was riding
high in the sky when Hunter awoke to a sound that he had been
dreading. From somewhere in the little valley came howls and yips
and yaps that made his blood run cold. It was the sound of the
Howlers and it seemed to be getting closer. As Hunter lay there,
frozen with fear, he realized he could make out words in the
frightful chorus.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We howl and yowl.
We’re on the prowl.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Beware. Beware. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We pounce and tear, be
it foul or fair.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Beware. Beware.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We search for meat. We
need to eat.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Beware. Beware.
Beware!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter knew he needed to
move, and fast! He scrambled out from his little nest and up the
nearest tree. Up and up he went, until the branches and leaves were
thick enough to hide him from view. He held himself as still as
possible as the pack came closer and closer. Soon he could see them
coming, running in a loose disorderly group, the moonlight reflecting
in their yellow eyes. Just as Hunter thought they would pass right
by him, the largest Howler yowled out in his rough voice.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.29in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Halt, all of you! We
will stop here to rest and drink.” The pack splashed around in the
water, still yipping and growling at one another. “Silence, you
foolish puppies! How do you expect to find prey if you continue your
senseless noise?” The Howlers then began to settle down in twos
and threes, while others drank and others kept watch.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter was afraid to even
move an eyelash and clung to his branch with all his might. After
what seemed like hours, the pack below seemed to be getting ready to
move on. The leader was just beginning to trot off with the others
behind him, when he put his nose into the air and scented the wind.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.29in;">
“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wait, my friends.
There is a delicious aroma drifting on the breeze. Can you smell it?
Tender, juicy… my mouth is watering just thinking about it. It’s
a Hisser…not too far away, either. Help me track it down.” The
Howlers put their noses to the ground and thoroughly searched the
glen. It didn’t take them long to find the place where Hunter had
slept. “Here! Here! This is where it hid,” they yipped. The
leader came over and gave the spot a thorough sniffing. “Yes, it
was here, but someone else was here more recently. One of the
Pricklers has visited here, not too long ago. His scent leads up
into that tree. We want no arguments with one of them, do we? A few
of you youngsters still have some sharp reminders of your last
encounter with a Prickler. I know you’re all hungry, but let’s
move on. There’ll be easier prey somewhere else. And keep your
wits about you…no noise this time. My stomach needs filling
tonight.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So the pack drifted away
like smoke, slowly disappearing into the night until the little
valley was empty once more. Empty except for one frightened little
Cat and a chance companion that had probably saved his life.</span></span></div>
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P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-70540239089124979002012-07-19T09:57:00.001-07:002020-08-07T11:43:45.522-07:00Hi, again and welcome. I haven't been doing much writing. I have a lot of rationalizations, but in truth I seem to have lost my confidence so I'm doing other creative projects ...some painting, even on tee shirts, (much fun) some new and very frustrating knitting that involves lace. My work involves more cursing and ripping out than actual knitting, but eventually I shall conquer.<br />
With that said I now present to you the Third Chapter of "SCAT, CAT!" This little story was so much fun to write and I believe ....contrary to publishers...that it's fun for kids and all cat lovers.<br />
So....without further delay I give you...<br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Chapter
Three: Questions and Answers</span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Hunter stopped on his
journey and looked up at those same twinkling stars. The sky seemed
enormous and very cold and cheerless. Now that he was alone
again, Hunter realized just how much he missed his friend. A
light misty rain began to fall and he decided to find a safe dry
spot and try to sleep a little. Again, he dreamed of being warm
and sheltered, with a family of his own.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When morning came,
Hunter set off again after a very meager breakfast consisting of
some unlucky beetles that were sharing his hiding place. Soon he
could detect some tantalizing odors drifting on the air. Some were
familiar: Cats and Big Ones and milk, but some eluded him. He
couldn’t imagine what they were. Just a little further down the
path, he came upon another white house with a very large building
behind it. That was where all the curious odors were coming from.
Hunter very carefully snuck up to the opening of the building and
peeked in.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">How extraordinary!
What are those odd, black and white animals chewing on that grass?
They’re very big, but they don’t seem dangerous. I know there
are Cats here, so it must be safe for me.” So, in he went. He
hadn’t gotten very far when three very large, very scruffy Cats
jumped in front of him, hissing and growling with menace.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What do you think
you’re doing here, little man? This place is ours and we
certainly don’t need any more strays like you hanging around.”
Hunter didn’t know what to do. He had never met Cats like these
before and could feel the danger in the air. The three Cats started
inching closer, their fur all bristly and their tails lashing.
Just as Hunter was about to introduce himself and apologize, the
Cats jumped, tumbling Hunter among the huge black and white animals.
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No! Stop!” he
cried. “I’ll leave and never bother you again.” The strange
Cats paid no attention and continued to scratch and yowl. The large
animals became excited and their massive horny feet were bumping and
thumping and very close to crushing poor Hunter. At last, he sensed
an opening and giving the largest Cat a good hard cuff, he ran out
the door, frantically searching for a place to hide. At last he was
in the meadow and found a secluded spot under a thorn bush, where he
curled up as small as he could. After a while he decided he should
assess the damage. He began to straighten out his fur and noticed a
scratch or two that needed licking. One of his eyes stung a bit,
but the rest of him seemed fine.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I’m glad my
Mother didn’t see me run away like that but at least I did get in
one good swipe and it WAS three against one.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Just as he was
beginning to calm down, he noticed movement in the grass and a
fluffy white Cat came into sight. Hunter puffed himself up as big
as possible and called out, “Leave me alone! I’m very
dangerous! I’m leaving this place and I will never come back.
You Cats must have eaten too much Catweed.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The fluffy white Cat
sat down beside the thornbush and began to wash her face. Then she
looked at Hunter and smiled. “Don’t be afraid. I came to
apologize.” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter sniffed the air
and decided it was safe to come out.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Who are you and why
would you want to apologize?” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My name is Snow,”
said the white Cat, “and I wanted to see if you were injured and
help you, if I can. Those Cats in our barn behaved extremely badly,
especially to one of the People. They were only brave because there
were three of them. Separately, they are just mean bullies who
think they can boss everyone around. I didn’t want you to think
we were all like that.” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well,” huffed
Hunter, “as you can see, I’m fine and I don’t see how you can
help me, even if you want to.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Snow made herself
comfortable in the soft grass and studied the small black and white
Cat. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I see that you have
been on a journey. Will you tell me who you are, and what you are
seeking? Perhaps I can lend you the benefit of my experience to
help you reach your goal.” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter decided that
Snow was sincerely trying to be helpful. He was so lonesome and
tired of wandering that he was determined to trust her. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Greetings to you,
Snow. My name is Hunter and I apologize for my own bad manners, but
I don’t know who I can trust anymore or where I am going next.”
Hunter settled down in the grass next to the white Cat and began
his tale. After he had told her the details of his story, Snow
felt drawn to the little Catling and came over to Hunter’s side.
She washed his dirty little face with her warm rough tongue and sang
softly to him. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You remind me of one
of my own Kittens,” she purred, “too old to be washed by his
Mother, but too young to be out in the world by himself. We
definitely need to find you a home.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter was so happy to
feel the warmth and comfort of another caring soul that he began to
cry just a little, and finally to purr with gratitude. It felt so
wonderful to have someone to share with again; he realized how much
he missed Sharpclaw and even the cold companionship of the Big
Ones.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Indeed,” murmured
Snow, “you have been through quite an ordeal. I’m afraid that
your story is all too familiar. Some of the Big Ones can be very
cruel and unthinking when it comes to the People that they have
under their care. Even the Barkers sometimes share our fate, left
on their own when they become an inconvenience or just aren’t cute
and cuddly anymore.” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter was surprised to
hear this sad news from Snow and it only confused him more. “If
the Big Ones don’t want us, why do they take us from our families
in the first place?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Don’t despair,
little Hunter. I don’t mean that all the Big Ones are this way.
There are many of the Big Ones who love and cherish the People and
treat them with all the respect they deserve.” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Where are these
loving Big Ones and how does a little black and white Hunter find
them?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Snow gazed
thoughtfully into Hunter’s eyes and finally spoke. “Are you
ready to travel far and wide, to be on your own, to try and try
again until you find the place that will make you happy and
content?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I must be ready,
Snow. The weather is starting to change. I can feel it in my
whiskers. Soon I must find a shelter of my own.” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes. Soon the cold
times will be here and the snow is very hard on the People. Very
few can survive out on their own.” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Excuse me, Snow, but
I’m very bewildered. Your name is Snow and yet you talk of snow
as if it were something to be afraid of. I don’t understand.” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh yes, little one.
I had forgotten that you haven’t yet seen the passing of twelve
moons. You have never experienced snow or the cold times. It will
not be many moons before they are here. Often when the cold times
come, soft frosty flakes, like the covering of the Feathered Ones,
start to fall from the sky. They are not as wet as rain, but much,
much colder. Cold and sharp as teeth, they can be, when the wind
comes from the Land of Ice. But it can also be soft and light, and
even fun to play in…for a while. But as the cold times advance,
so does the snow. Then it gathers itself all over the ground in
piles, sometimes many times higher than the People. It is very
dangerous to be caught in the snow, but it can also be very
beautiful to look at. It is the same color as my fur, which is why
the Big Ones named me Snow.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh, it sounds both
wonderful and terrible at the same time, Snow. If the cold times
are coming soon, then I must really hurry, but I am still afraid.”
Hunter sat thinking about his future. Suddenly he jumped up and
shouted, “ Wait! I just had a grand idea, Snow. Why don’t you
come with me? Then you could find a home away from those mean bossy
Cats and we could be happy and safe together.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hunter, I could not
possibly leave. My family is here and my little ones still need me.
This is my home, for good or ill, and I am content. I know that a
traveling companion makes the journey seem shorter, but this is a
journey you must take alone. Also, it is much easier for ONE of
the People to find a home than two. I will send my love with you,
along with my advice. With care and courage you will be successful.
Great Bast, the protector of all the People, will guard and guide
you, but you must get started soon and there is much for me to tell
you. Even though you will be alone again, it will only be for a
little time. I know this in my heart. Somewhere, not too near,
but not too far, there is a family waiting for someone exactly like
you.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Your words make me
sad and happy at the same time, Snow. If I must go alone, then
teach me what I need to know quickly. It will be much easier to
leave you if I leave soon.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Much of what you need
to know you have already learned from Sharpclaw. Where you are
going, there will be fewer friends, though you may find help in
unexpected places. The houses of the Big Ones are farther apart and
there will be enemies that you must avoid.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What kind of enemies,
Snow? Are they worse than Barkers and strange Cats?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Some are like the
Barkers, but move about in packs. Their speech is an eerie howling
that will raise the fur on your neck. They love to prey on the
People, so if you hear or scent the Howlers, you must take shelter
immediately. Practice your tree climbing every day, for if they
detect you, it will be your safest retreat. There is also a
feathered enemy, large and silent that flies the nighttime sky. His
eyes are round and luminous and his sight more keen than even that
of the People. He mainly feeds on Squeakers and Hoppers and even
Stripers, but you are not too big for his sharp claws. If you
travel at night, keep to the cover of the bushes and trees. Often
y ou will hear them calling to each other, a strange hooting sound.
If you hear it, be wary and remember all your skills.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Snow, this seems like
very bad news to a little Cat like me. I hope my skills will be
enough, for I don’t know if I have enough courage.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You have more courage
than you realize, little one. Few your age could have come this far
at all. Remember, too, that many of your skills will come to you
when you need them the most; passed down from many generations of
the People. My blessings on you, Hunter. May your path be easy
and your dream come true.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thank you, Snow.
Your kindness will always remain with me, along with your advice and
the memory of your face. I will leave this evening, while I still
have the heart to go.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Snow gave him one final
touch, nose to nose and turned to leave. As Hunter watched her
disappear from his sight and from his life, he was determined not to
cry. “I must not act like a foolish Kitten, but like the Hunter
that I am becoming. I will make my Mother and Sharpclaw and Snow
proud. And since I must leave, there is no time like the present;
so they say.” Hunter sniffed the air and started toward the path,
hopefully leading to a new and better life. As he trotted along, he
sang a traveling song to make the hours seem shorter.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Whiskers and paws,
tail and claws,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">They guide me on by day,
meow!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dark or light, dim or
bright,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My eyes can find the
way, meow!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ears and nose, soft
furry toes,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Help me as I roam, meow!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I sing my song. It
won’t be long.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Till I will reach my
home, meow!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Till I will reach my
home!”</span></span></div>
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</div>P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-70802500128770776512012-07-11T11:17:00.001-07:002020-08-07T11:43:45.588-07:00SCAT, CAT! Chapter 2Hi folks. I'm back after quite an absence. Been busy with gardens and cats and crafts, oh my.<br />
I will be sharing some photos of my projects at a later date, soon to be announced. Kidding.<br />
For now, I'd thought I'd share the 2nd chapter of "SCAT, CAT!" It's a book about a lost kitty and<br />
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his search for a forever home. Can be for kids or cat lovers of any age. Hope you enjoy.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Chapter Two: Fear and
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">When he woke up, he was
still in his box and daylight was not far away. Other creatures
were beginning to stir: birds and bugs and other mysterious things,
chirping, cheeping, chattering and chittering. After thinking
about his predicament for a while Cat came to the sad conclusion
that maybe the Big Ones were not coming back and that now he was on
his own.</span></div>
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“</span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">On his own! How could
that be?” It was so frightening that Cat could hardly think.
“How can I be alone, and maybe even lost?” he cried. “Why
didn’t the Big Ones take me with them? Didn’t they love me just
a little bit? What am I supposed to do now?” His little heart
was racing with fear and breaking with loneliness at the same time.
All he could do was curl up in his little box and cry. After a
while, when his sobs had turned to sniffles, he started to think
about his Mother and a song she used to sing. It was a song about a
very brave Cat, a very clever Cat, a Cat who was a hero. Cat knew
his Mother would want him to try his best, so he decided that he
would try to be brave too… well, at least a little brave. </span>
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“</span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">I guess a good first
step would be to get myself out of this box.” So he began to push
should let me out.” So he pushed some more and the top popped
open. Cat peeked out of the box to see where he was. There was
green grass all around and many tall bushes and trees. Off in the
distance Cat saw a big white house. </span>
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“</span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">That’s where my
house is,” he mewed. “I'm not lost at all. If I hurry, I might
be there in time for breakfast.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">So Cat started his
journey. It took him quite a while to reach the white house and his
little feet were starting to hurt from all the stones along the hard
path that led to the big white house. Just as he was starting to
pad up to the house, a large furry Barker came rushing at him,
yelping, “Get lost, Cat! This is my house!” Cat was
terrified. He ran as fast as he could to the tall bushes to hide.
The Barker seemed satisfied and went back to the white house and
curled up in the sun. </span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Cat was very confused.
He just couldn't imagine Hey You and Old Lady having a Barker in
their house. They could barely take care of themselves, let alone a
creature as helpless and slobbering as a Barker. “ Well, I guess
this isn’t my house after all. Where will I go next? What should
I do now?” He sat shivering in the bushes, feeling very sorry for
himself and just a little hungry too. After some more thinking, he
decided to keep traveling. Maybe HIS big, white house was just down
the path. </span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">So, off he went, humming
his Mother’s song to keep his spirits up. Soon his growling
stomach was louder than his humming. “I should find something to
eat and definitely something to drink.” He saw some water in a
puddle near the big hard path and hurried down to explore. “This
water smells okay. I think it’s safe for a small cat like me.”
As he was drinking, he noticed some creepy crawlers nearby and
quickly pounced. “Well, it’s not real food, but it’s better
than nothing.” After his snack he discovered that he felt a bit
more hopeful and definitely had more energy. “I guess it’s time
to get moving again.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Just as Cat was about to
step on the path, he heard a loud rumbling noise and thought, “That
sounds like the noisy Rumbler I was in. Maybe it’s the Big Ones
looking for me.” Out of nowhere a large, smelly, metal Rumbler
came whizzing by, the rumbly noise and hot gust of wind knocking Cat
head-over-heels. He picked himself up, shook off the dust and
coughed out a few fumes. Now he was completely bewildered and a
little scared too.</span></div>
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“</span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Me-wow! Those
Rumblers are very dangerous. I think they’re even more dangerous
than Barkers.” </span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Suddenly, a voice came
from some nearby weeds. “You better believe they’re dangerous,
little fur ball. If I were you, I’d leave while I was still in one
piece.” </span>
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“</span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Who are you?”
mewed Cat, “and my name is NOT Fur Ball!” Out from the grass
came a large, yellow and white Cat. The Cat sat down across from
the little waif and studied him with his big green eyes. Cat was
simply amazed at the size and majesty of the newcomer and suddenly
felt himself to be very small and insignificant, indeed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">
“</span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">So, you’re not a
fur ball. Then tell me who you are, and what you’re doing here,
little stranger. This is my territory and you need my permission to
stay.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Cat bowed his head. He
hoped the majestic Cat didn't notice his shivering shins. “Excuse
me, sir,” he squeaked. “I am Cat and I...” </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">
“</span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Speak up, Catling!
You are one of the People, a member of the proud and noble race of
Felis and we bow to no one! Do not sit there and quiver like a
Squeaker about to meet its end!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Cat jumped and tried to
clear his throat, which was difficult because it seemed his heart
had taken up residence there. He closed his eyes and spoke at the
top of his little cat voice. “Excuse me, Sir. I am Cat and I am
lost and frightened. Please let me stay for a while. I need to
learn about this strange new place and try to find my way home.” </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">
“</span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Well, Catling, at
least you have some manners and know how to speak to your elders.
My name is Sharpclaw, but my Big Ones call me Tiger; a silly name,
but they mean well. You may stay if you wish and I will teach you
the ways of the People. It’s clear that you are not familiar with
our ways, so it will certainly take quite a bit of teaching. Be
welcome in my domain and please be comfortable.” </span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Cat lowered his eyes.
“Thank you, Sharpclaw. You are most kind.” </span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Sharpclaw circled around
the newcomer and studied him with his sparkling green eyes and
finally said, “I now name you ‘Hunter,’ for that is what you
are, in more ways than one. Cat is not a real name and certainly
not worthy of one of the People. In normal circumstances your
naming would have been a wondrous ritual, a night of festivity,
attended by your family, friends and neighbors. Your name would
have been based upon a study of your eyes and fur, your habits and
personality. The ceremony would be presided over by the Grand High
Poohbah of Felidae, 'May his teeth be ever sharp.' but we must make
do with what we have.” </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">
“</span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Thank you again, Mr.
Sharpclaw. I will always be grateful for this honor. I knew that
having a real name was important and now I actually have one!
Hunter… yes, I like the sound of that very much.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">So for the next few
weeks, the two Cats roamed together and Hunter learned many new
things. He learned to hunt the furry Squeakers that ranged through
the meadows and the feathered Flyers that swooped in the sky. To be
honest, he was not always successful but his skills improved
immensely. He learned which plants and bugs were good to eat and
which ones to avoid. He learned how to find sweet water and to avoid
the water that was foul. He learned how to outwit the Barkers and
how to cross the hard path safely. He learned how to find safe
places to sleep and dry places to shelter from the rain. Most of
all, he learned self-reliance and the value of friendship. His only
regret would come when Sharpclaw had to leave to return to his home
and his family. Then Hunter would lie in hiding and watch his
friend through the warm yellow windows, being petted and loved by
the Big Ones. A strange longing would settle over Hunter. Even
though he was learning to survive on his own, he still yearned for a
family. Then he would fall asleep dreaming of what it would be
like. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">
“</span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Oh, to feel loved and
welcome, with my very own family. What a marvelous thing that
would be!” </span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">One day, as the last rays
of sunlight were bathing the meadow with golden light, the two Cats
were sunning themselves in a grassy hollow and enjoying a peaceful
moment of companionship. Sharpclaw turned to Hunter and said, “My
friend, as much as I have delighted in our time together, I think
you are now ready to continue your journey and fulfill your
destiny.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Hunter knew that
Sharpclaw was right and nodded his head. “Yes, I must find my own
way now. I promise I will never forget you or the lessons you have
taught me.” </span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The older Cat stood and
said, “Come, then. We will hunt together one last time.” The
two Cats set off, tails twitching, for a rousing hunt and one final
meal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">As darkness began to
fall, they sang a Parting Song, each too proud to show his true
feelings.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">“</span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">May
your claws be sharp and your eyes be clear,</span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">To help you on your way.</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">For even though we may
not be near,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">We share this road
today.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span>
</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">
“</span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The time has come for
us to part.</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The Moon is rising high.</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">So as we stand here heart
to heart,</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">We now must say
Good-Bye.”</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">(Each verse must be
followed by a mournful cry, perfectly described as caterwauling.)</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span>
</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">As Hunter finally
started down the path, Sharpclaw kept watch till the small black and
white figure was long out of sight and the stars were twinkling in
the sky.</span></div>
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P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-23936327336026296362012-05-11T22:45:00.001-07:002020-08-07T11:43:45.655-07:00A Frenzy of ButterfliesI know I've been afk for quite a while. The outside world has been distracting me.<br />
Nature is bursting at the seams with new things to scrutinize. Our Bluebirds have left the nest, but the Orioles are here, teasing me with their song..."Look at me. Find me. Find me." There are buds on my waterlilies and the miniature Irises are the same shade of yellow as the butter I put on my breakfast muffin. <br />
Butterflies...that was the subject. I know we've all watched a butterfly carelessly drifting from flower to flower or seemingly blown by the wind over the lilacs and down again. A few days ago the weather was just about perfect...sun, a bit of a breeze and mild, scented air. I was inside, doing some mundane chore. I may even have been lying on the couch staring at the television. OK. I admit it. I like to nap in the afternoon. I kept noticing something flying up from my flower bed and zooming away. I began to watch more closely and great mother of mars, they were butterflies. Hundreds, apparently emerging all at once. They flew to the top of the windows and then rushed to the side yard. They were flying with a purpose that astounded me. I could hardly believe they were butterflies. Finally one stopped to orient itself on the window. It was indeed a small, brown and gray butterfly, plain and ordinary by butterfly standards, but butterfly nonetheless. Suddenly it was gone like the rest.<br />
I went outside to find them but they were disappearing as hastily as they arrived but at last I knew their purpose. Hundreds of mating dances were taking place in the air. Spiraling bodies and flickering wings...nature again renewing herself.<br />
I felt somehow privileged to have seen these wonderful creatures, so determined, and driven by the urge to create something new.<br />
Now it's up to me... to regain the purpose and determination that I thought I had lost. Unfortunately, like the butterflies I am used to seeing, the drifting, wafting ones, I must try new things, restlessly moving from project to project. <br />
I need to remember the mission.P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-74032347939401953452012-04-16T22:21:00.000-07:002020-08-07T11:43:45.720-07:00Taking some time offProbably no one noticed but I haven't been doing much writing lately. I'm in a mood. I find the blank page a bit too intimidating at present. Long story short...I'm taking a vacation from myself. Going to try some new things, maybe revisit some old activities that I once enjoyed but have put aside. Wtf? I guess this isn't the first time I've bailed in the middle of a project but I will come back. I know my characters will begin calling to me when I and they are ready.<br />
I think I'll plant a tree! Be creative and enjoy!P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-59940168632165871882012-04-09T11:35:00.000-07:002020-08-07T11:43:45.785-07:00Gray day...gray thoughtsI know that this happens to every writer at some time, regardless of genre. Let me add a bit of detail.<br />
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In the beginning when you first decide to write, your mind seems to explode with wonderful ideas. Thoughts seem to roll down directly from your brain to your fingers. Books seem to write themselves. Every idea is a brand new take on a theme...never before dreamed of by man nor beast. These to me were the "I can do anything" years. You say to yourself, "If Mary SoandSo can be a success, why can't I? You edit and edit and pass your manuscript around and around. Family and friends are so encouraging..."Who knew you could write so well?" Finally you think your book is ready. Out comes the trusty Children's Book Market Guide and you search for the websites that are looking for exactly what you've written.<br />
Aha! You've found the perfect publisher. Out goes the manuscript with the oh-so-clever letter and the ubiquitous SASE. Now, 10 years ago there would have been dozens of houses to choose from and you would have actually received a reply. Granted, some would be form letters of rejection but precious others would include hand written notes from a "real editor" with encouraging bits of wisdom. OK. They still rejected your story but they thought you really had something of merit to offer the world of KidLit.<br />
I remember...I actually framed my first rejection letter. It was supposed to be something to chuckle over after my success. Naivete has its own rewards.<br />
So you mail and mail with no results and after a few years you realize just how small the market is becoming. Indie Houses have gone under or have been swallowed up by the Giants. Fewer and fewer will publishers will accept un-agented material and the agents are even harder to query. Most of the publishers will not have the courtesy to reply. They're simply overwhelmed. Every bored Mom or English major is sure they can write the next "Harry Potter."<br />
You're still writing, of course, but much of your initial enthusiasm has drained away. Any explosions in your head are now ones of doubt...doubt that your work has any value at all. Do you have a unique "voice?" What about branding and platforms? Are you playing the Social Media game to your best advantage? Very confusing and certainly not for the faint of heart.<br />
Finally you must face what you believe. Why do you write?<br />
A. I have to. It's a passion.<br />
B. To sell books.<br />
C. To achieve fame and fortune.<br />
If you didn't answer "A" you may as well throw away your paper and pencil. "B" can happen in today's world of e-publishing but it won't be very satisfying and "C"...well...achieving fame and fortune writing for children is a difficult and maybe even questionable goal and comes to only a few.<br />
Know what? Today is a gloomy depressing day with thoughts that match, but like any writer, you must have an ego (quite a large one) and perhaps the "sun'll come out tomorrow" and along with it hope and self confidence and more wonderful ideas. <br />
With that said I'll leave you with this.<br />
"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us."<br />
Ralph Waldo EmersonP. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-84053467881472772092012-03-28T10:57:00.000-07:002020-08-07T11:43:45.850-07:00Potato Chip Scarf<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRFsG0npYhL_3-Iog7evWILzd29sPB4i-pu9W75p9u5WY2jGwhe-mqtT_rGPWSJ3ieQj25PdQfNxfTsG3wMnFc1NZF8kY-W0tWHe-MAGoUWa5BvOlWvNLHbe3rqpiOarbPF1v1EIbQqv6/s1600/chips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRFsG0npYhL_3-Iog7evWILzd29sPB4i-pu9W75p9u5WY2jGwhe-mqtT_rGPWSJ3ieQj25PdQfNxfTsG3wMnFc1NZF8kY-W0tWHe-MAGoUWa5BvOlWvNLHbe3rqpiOarbPF1v1EIbQqv6/s200/chips.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Now for something completely different. I offer you,,,courtesy of my dear friend, Carol Sue, the directions for a lovely scarf , ta - da....<br />
the Potato chip Scarf. I consider myself a novice when it comes to knitting. It's odd but 20 years ago I knew a lot more than I do today.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ2QHQVO-iJ-vgUB8M-SlHIaElPjNhfph1PZ8c_rnfgXlJYwNiX8m3f3i_ZIV7gCtRDYa1qOTojNwLB7BGRBzB5Lp0UshFlOLAlKlj2q7gY7NXnHP-pVNCz4_x-kVtAJCeT49ocLKJR3I6/s1600/Bamboo+yarn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ2QHQVO-iJ-vgUB8M-SlHIaElPjNhfph1PZ8c_rnfgXlJYwNiX8m3f3i_ZIV7gCtRDYa1qOTojNwLB7BGRBzB5Lp0UshFlOLAlKlj2q7gY7NXnHP-pVNCz4_x-kVtAJCeT49ocLKJR3I6/s200/Bamboo+yarn.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Back to subject - if you know the basic knit stitch you can make this scarf. It can be made on just about any size needle with just about any yarn. In this project I chose Sz. 8 needles and a lustrous bamboo yarn that would be considered worsted wight.<br />
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Cast on 20 sts.<br />
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Knit the 20 sts.<br />
*Knit 8 sts. Turn project and knit the 8 sts.<br />
Knit 6 sts. Turn and knit.<br />
Knit 4 sts. Turn and knit.<br />
Knit 20 sts. *<br />
Repeat until scarf is the length you want.<br />
Bind off. <br />
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Note,,,when you 1st begin to knit, two appendages will appear. (lol) Maybe they look like potato chips to someone. <br />
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Keep on knitting and soon the scarf will start to turn on itself and make<br />
a sort of ruffle.<br />
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Fair warning to friends and family....expect one for Xmas. <br />
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It's a fun and easy project that I like to do while watching the Tube in the evening. <br />
It's fairly easy to keep track of your place in the pattern, I just make sure that I end each session with a K20 row.<br />
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I hope someone gives this a try. Be sure and post a photo if you do.<br />
Good luck and have fun!P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-1818006332042734882012-03-23T18:06:00.000-07:002020-08-07T11:43:45.915-07:00Devil in the Details<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicl0sQ5GRnbl1LdPtBjgBPZXdUXUuDdlwsqVFpqv3zK6JLzYlvgvFtEDwQyqjhjBx2sBlTgzftJvPvGmkHYV42fSqfgBg3BJNi5kkICg6Hfwkhe73IRwi4DNGfIORmpHDadmzyy62RAOTP/s1600/devil+in+the+details.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicl0sQ5GRnbl1LdPtBjgBPZXdUXUuDdlwsqVFpqv3zK6JLzYlvgvFtEDwQyqjhjBx2sBlTgzftJvPvGmkHYV42fSqfgBg3BJNi5kkICg6Hfwkhe73IRwi4DNGfIORmpHDadmzyy62RAOTP/s200/devil+in+the+details.jpg" width="141" /></a></div>Hello, friends and neighbors. First of all .. huge congratulations to Suzanne Collins and "The Hunger Games. More kids reading and loving it... a wonderful turn of events for all children's book writers.<br />
Today I find myself in a peculiar ...at least for me... situation in my writing.<br />
Most of my earlier books have been Nature based and in a Non fiction format. They have been written for Young Readers or they are Picture Books that weave tales of the Natural World into bedtime reading. My 2 fiction tales for YRs definitely have protagonists, but the character development was limited for the story and age of the reader.<br />
Now, creating 4 major characters in a MR/YA genre is proving to be quite a challenge. Kids today are sophisticated readers and expect no less in their reading material than I would myself. If a writer develops a novel then that novel had better BE developed!<br />
OK. Let's start at the beginning. How many main characters? I'm doing 3...two girls and a boy. Why are they friends? What do they look like? Are they good students? Sports? Are they popular or outcasts. There are a million and one details to think of and keep track of.<br />
Okay...next. I do believe they'll be just starting Middle School, so parents must be involved. Are they central to the story or just on the fringes? What about teachers? Is their a favorite or a pain in the butt type? How about the bad guys? They say every good story must have conflict that must come to some sort of resolution. Do we stick to the real problems that affect teens or do we walk down another type of path. ..the path to an alternate reality? No vampires or werewolves allowed! Perhaps some other type of entity. But what hasn't been done before? Besides the ubiquitous vamps and weres there are wizards, witches, elves, fairies, dwarves, orcs, dragons and all manner of ghouls and goblins. How does one do it up differently?<br />
Now we come to location. City? Burbs? School? Each person and place must be fleshed out and God forbid there should be a conflicting detail! Oops! Lucy's father is a teacher. It's Tyler's father that runs the restaurant.<br />
I start out with 3x5 cards for each major character but soon the cards are not big enough as each "person" develops...a person with loves and fears and must stay true to the character traits. the cards turn into pages with headings....I hope I can keep them all straight.<br />
Well...as you can see...keeping track of all this is quite daunting and we haven't even touched on the most important detail of all... the story! Is it a romance? A mystery? An urban warfare situation? Does the writer write about what he or she likes to read or follow the latest trends of this years crop of popular themes?<br />
Will this imaginary seed grow to be nutritious or beautiful or just another weed in the vast field of KidLit? <br />
Hopefully I will take myself and the project seriously and perhaps turn out something worth reading.P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-67561407678277635132012-03-14T17:37:00.000-07:002020-08-07T11:43:45.979-07:00A change in the weather & a change in me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfvfl1SaQTfQa6slQSjfV-nagSX_2MpCJFysZ9-pmeAOiYW6xN-p0csZD7BwAvOdkBR8u_zW2PJUH4M8VtPvTj0tbAHBqMV6df3_5OpEZ-9EQtMy8TxNUGmzHZnIQiJkLQQN4s3dWQg35/s1600/rainbow+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfvfl1SaQTfQa6slQSjfV-nagSX_2MpCJFysZ9-pmeAOiYW6xN-p0csZD7BwAvOdkBR8u_zW2PJUH4M8VtPvTj0tbAHBqMV6df3_5OpEZ-9EQtMy8TxNUGmzHZnIQiJkLQQN4s3dWQg35/s200/rainbow+1.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>Well, it seems that with the change to Daylight Savings that Spring is actually here. Along with the anticipation and the birth of new plants and animals, I must recognize the responsibilities that arrive with the Season. The yard is full of winter debris ; branches, stones, the ubiquitous plastic grocery bags and mole hills, giant mole hills that look like the work of some crazed prairie dog that lost his way to Albuquerque. After all this is picked up and hauled away to the proper place we move on to step 2. This clean-up requires one of Mike's make-do inventions that involves a length of fence, some 4x4s, a couple of concrete blocks and sometimes the springs of my vintage glider. He then pulls this contraption behind the tractor to de-thatch, drag and rake all at once. Works for me!<br />
Now on to the really fun stuff- opening the Pond. I won't bore you with details but rest assured it involves smelly water, lots of mud, a few dead frogs and heavy labor, Oh...and a lot of cursing. Then it's on to the flower beds, the vegetable garden, the pruning, the raking, ad infinitum.<br />
The point of all this; I must change my habits. All winter long I've been waiting to "do" the computer until after Messrs. Stewart and Colbert , which puts me at the laptop at midnight. Now ...go through 60 -70 emails. Log on to Facebook, where I look at every post and picture and because it's hard for me to keep my opinions to myself, comment on most of them. On to the Word Games. Don't get me wrong. I love all of them, but when it 2am it's hard to come up with those high-score words. <br />
So I leave FB and move on to my Blog...must check the stats everyday, then read the blogs of people I'm following. A lot of talented people out there.<br />
Now, my latest infatuation, FlickR. I can't stop myself from clicking that Reload button just "one more" time; so many beautiful and thought provoking photos to study. Now it's 2:45 and I finally Log Off, but my brain isn't ready to shut down and requires a book and at least 1/2 hour of reading...."read to me Patti"....before I can get to sleep. Finally at 3:30 it's lights out. Needless to say, an early rise is usually not in the cards. I know I'll never be one of those annoying "morning people" that's up at the crack of dawn ready to go. They should all be restricted to an island somewhere so reasonable people can sit and drink their coffee and do their Crosswords for at least an hour. Seems reasonable, right?<br />
Long story long...I have to change. From now on my computer time will be restricted to early afternoon and evening. Much of my writing I do with a good old fashioned pen and paper and it's done whenever or wherever it demands.<br />
BTW, my work in progress, a MG/YA novel is giving me fits! <br />
More on that later. I think I feel a nap coming on.P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-81158592437467996422012-03-11T17:25:00.001-07:002020-08-07T11:43:46.044-07:00Caution... Poetry Ahead!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2a3ONRmmWfZaTWMafIV-g-2s09HOWDYuCliX_33hc35y-HMeCY8wiWIm5hsCXFaGedk_sSBLMb39B4XDdP7fDif7PeV81yjW8GpdBLT3pT7YorJ8xt1N0xrR7mzEaolZFHswnQHx-CyZb/s1600/Black+&+Yellow+Argiope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2a3ONRmmWfZaTWMafIV-g-2s09HOWDYuCliX_33hc35y-HMeCY8wiWIm5hsCXFaGedk_sSBLMb39B4XDdP7fDif7PeV81yjW8GpdBLT3pT7YorJ8xt1N0xrR7mzEaolZFHswnQHx-CyZb/s200/Black+&+Yellow+Argiope.jpg" width="186" /></a></div>A couple of poems that I wrote as a challenge.....for what they're worth...<br />
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Wandering<br />
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There is a cemetery I know,<br />
Rarely visited, barely tended.<br />
As I wander amid the mossy stones<br />
I think of those that were loved and then lost.<br />
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Here, a Soldier, lost for someone else's Freedom.<br />
There a child, too fragile, too young.<br />
Here a Great-Grandmother- all her offspring, listed as numbers,<br />
As if she wre trying to outdo her neighbors.<br />
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And what trgedy befell this family,<br />
Dying together so long ago?<br />
Who wrote this sorrowful verse engraved on this crumbling stone?<br />
Barely legible but with an echo that fills my eyes with tears.<br />
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Do others wander as I do?<br />
Not for the history but for this strange feeling of peace that falls so softly.<br />
This quiet pine scented place seems crowded with friendly folk.<br />
Happy to have a visitor.<br />
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"Set down and chat a spell.<br />
I'll put the kettle on." <br />
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do you think you know me - 1<br />
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Blazing anger. The eyes I thought I knew<br />
hold no forgiveness.<br />
My friend, my sister of the heart.<br />
Where did she go?<br />
What did I say to make her leave?<br />
I sit and think.<br />
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bereft, bewildered, trying to remember.<br />
Only remembering tears.<br />
I can't defend myself,<br />
Therefore I must be guilty. <br />
But why?<br />
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do you think you know me -2<br />
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Days I sit and wonder.<br />
Nights I search my conscience.<br />
How long do I wait, leaving messages that aren't returned. <br />
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Sorrow turns to anger.<br />
Anger turns to apathy.<br />
Finally an apology,<br />
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Impersonal email. Vague excuses.<br />
"I'm under stress. I need some space."<br />
I guess I don't know you.<br />
You definitely don't know me.<br />
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If you're up for it...I also have a Limerick<br />
P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-83218085532568527462012-03-07T18:05:00.001-08:002020-08-07T11:43:46.108-07:00Musings of a Woods Walker<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis8IJg-6-TPKRMq6pzhWsyucUeD3YtksxpGqD1vU__tO2f1KmXR2KNhN_6dd9IN59XUs5q_KXvOSAnPTWcX9nhyREylBGn_A7I69qWJY1BAoIxkNzWMHIVci6bJDJYfaBf25pWUcUyNEIL/s1600/woods+walk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis8IJg-6-TPKRMq6pzhWsyucUeD3YtksxpGqD1vU__tO2f1KmXR2KNhN_6dd9IN59XUs5q_KXvOSAnPTWcX9nhyREylBGn_A7I69qWJY1BAoIxkNzWMHIVci6bJDJYfaBf25pWUcUyNEIL/s200/woods+walk.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>Blue skies, a brisk southerly breeze and temps. in the mid 60s. Even though it's only the 7th of March, Spring Fever has me anxious to explore. It's a perfect day for a walk in the woods. Due to our strange non-winter the ground is bare and even the mud season seems to have passed us by.<br />
I pack my tote bag, a souvenir from the 60s that I still use for my wanderings. It's a woven jacquard pattern in green and white. On each side is the word Gemini (my sign) and a woven image of The Twins. It has been repaired more times than I can count but it's still serviceable and very sentimental. In goes my trowel...you never know what you might find...some plastic bags and paper towels, Kleenex, a Band-Aid and finally my camera. And I'm off!<br />
The woods begin only about 100' from my back door so it doesn't take long to reach the fairly new growth stand of maples. The wind has definitely taken its toll this winter. Branches and uprooted trees block my path and overhead the snags sing creaking songs in the wind. "An accident waiting to happen" as the old saying goes. I meander through the trees and finally arrive at the older part of the woods - huge maples and towering beech trees, some still vibrant and some beginning the slow process of the return to the earth. A large fallen branch stands in the path, its broken face about 8' off the ground, giving the impression of some alien, insectile creature as it perches on its branchy legs. I stare the creature down and continue on my way.<br />
The woods have no odor this time of year, only the dry dusty remnants of last year's leaves carpet the floor. There is really no sound in the woods, either. Only the wind blowing through the branches and the noise of my own clumsy passage. There is life in the woods but for now it is hidden.<br />
I see birds flitting ahead of me, taking advantage of the wind to flee from my presence. Turkey tracks show where a small convention has met to dust themselves in the sand. <br />
I know the deer are here because I'm forced off my own paths to follow theirs. The fresh footprints taunt me but I know I won't see them until dusk. As I make my clumsy way over and under branches, my foot begins to roll on a hidden branch and I remember, too late, that I forgot to pack my phone.<br />
How sad to have reached an age when I worry about falling in the woods. How long before I was missed? How long before Mike came looking? Would I lie at the bottom of a muddy, wet swale as darkness fell and the woods got black and spooky? Don't laugh... this may be a legitimate worry since I have a long history of falling while watching birds day-dreaming or just tripping over my own feet. But all is well now and it's time to follow the track home. The stream runs high and silent below me, its banks bordered by tired patches of snow. Tempting, but it will have to wait.<br />
I pass through a clearing that I have stubbornly named "The Grove" and stop again to look for some sign of new life. I love this spot and over the years have attempted many ambitious plans - A Japanese style garden - I even put in a small pond and lugged rocks and boulders into place. Next I thought of a "Moss Garden" collecting all kinds and colors to grow in my homemade hypertufa containers. Lastly was a "Fairy Garden" - a start was made, but the various gardens never completed; for alas, I have no patience and move on to other projects when the last one doesn't develop quickly enough to suit me.<br />
Well, I'm almost home and still no sign of life. Wait! I hear them. High overhead are 4 flocks of geese returning to the North Country. "Welcome back," I yell. Yes! spring is coming.<br />
Satisfied that I've met my objective, I have only one more small bridge to cross and I'm back in my yard, pleasantly tired and relaxed; thankful for the land that is temporarily mine and all the creatures that dwell there.<br />
Now...wouldn't you know it...outside my kitchen window are 3 Red-winged Blackbirds and a Robin.<br />
C'est la vie.P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-69615351964322083252012-03-05T11:52:00.000-08:002020-08-07T11:43:46.173-07:00A better look at my bookHello again friends. as promised, I shall now attempt to post the 1st chapter of my book, SCAT, CAT.<br />
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</span> </div><h1 class="western" style="margin-left: -0.19in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Chapter One: Coming and Going</span></h1><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: large;">A small black and white cat with a very long tail and very chubby cheeks lived in a big white house in a small city nestled in the foothills of the Adirondack Mountains. The cat was not quite a kitten and not quite a cat, but at that awkward, gangly in-between age. The small cat didn’t have a name. The Big Ones in the house just called him “The Cat.”</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Cat was mostly content with his lot because he was warm and dry and had enough food to fill his small cat tummy. The big white house had plenty of corners and closets to explore and tall staircases to run up and down. When he was bored, he could play games for hours by chasing his shadow or bouncing a scrap of paper around a room. Of course, he also had to work on his catnaps, and usually he needed at least four or five a day. Sometimes the Big Ones even rubbed his cheeks and patted his head, which made him happy. At other times, when he wanted the Big Ones to play, he would rub his small cat body around their legs and try to talk to them. All that came out was a tiny little “mew?” He guessed the Big Ones didn’t understand, because they always shoved him away with their big hard feet and said, “Scat, Cat!”</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Cat would have liked to sit on the big soft places that the Big Ones used, but if he tried to join them, they would just put him back on the floor with the familiar, “Scat, Cat or some other words that Cat didn't understand, but that he was sure would not be appropriate in polite company. </span> </div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Things hadn't always been like this for Cat. When he first arrived in the big white house he had been a small fuzzy kitten and the Big Ones would hold and cuddle him and play with bits of string and crinkly paper. As he began to grow things began to change. Perhaps it was something he had done. Was it the time he climbed all the way to the top of the silky window coverings? Maybe it was because he liked to unroll all the paper in the room with the falling water. He hadn't broken any of the Big Ones' belongings in a long, long time. Well...except for that shiny thing that just hopped right off the shelf right where landed in pursuit of a particularly enticing bit of dust.. Was it his fault that the floor was so hard? </span> </div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Yes. He had learned some valuable lessons since then and he was sure his behavior would make his Mother proud. When Cat thought of his Mother he would often lie down in a box in the corner and feel very sad and lonesome, remembering his own family. He missed his Mother and Brothers and Sisters, but didn’t know where they were. One day they were all together, snuggly and warm, purring happily, and the next day he was alone with just the Big Ones for company.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Cat tried not to be sad and filled some of the lonely hours by amusing himself with other small things around the house that needed to be taught a lesson in manners. He stalked the wily dust bunnies under the beds. He skirmished with the savage cobwebs that lurked behind the couch, although he never did find the cobs. He was especially on the watch for flies or spiders or other creepy crawlers that dared to enter his house. Some of them were even quite tasty.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-right: -0.19in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Sometimes when he was in a wistful sort of mood he would think about why he didn't seem to have a proper name and why he was always called “ScatCat.” Names were very important to his people and he hoped that one day someone would accord him that honor. After all, everyone needed a name. The Big Ones had names. Cat knew that the large hairy one was called “Hey You” and the smaller softer one was called “Old Lady.” The names didn’t mean much to ScatCat, but a lot of the Big Ones’ actions were impossible to understand. They stared at a strange noisy box with mysterious images moving across it. They seemed to be able to do this for hours at a time and never want to run or play.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Their eating habits were very odd, too. They took perfectly good meat and placed it over a hot, red, flickering light until it was dark and hard. ScatCat couldn’t understand why they would ruin good food this way, and then smack their lips like it was the most delicious squeaky morsel they had ever eaten. But he had to admit that sometimes the aromas coming from their bowls made his mouth water.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: large;">They never seemed satisfied with their fur either, because they kept changing it: dark to bright, soft to hard, fluffy to slippery, heavy to light… there seemed to be no end to what they would do. Sometimes they took their fur off completely, which really made him shiver. Then they would step into a strange small room and make water fall all over themselves. At times, they would even lie down in the water! Even though it made his skin crawl just to think about it, ScatCat was strangely drawn to the room with the falling water. Whenever Hey You or Old Lady went into this mysterious place, he simply had to follow. One day as he was watching this strange ritual he came to a stunning conclusion. They weren't <i>changing</i> their fur...they had no fur at all! Oh, the poor things! That's why they had so many different coverings. They did have a bit of fur on the top but it certainly didn't amount to much in ScatCat's opinion, even if Old Lady spent an excessive amount of time fiddling with it. Yes. They certainly were unusual animals but ScatCat felt he was much wiser now about their peculiar habits.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: large;">One day things began to change in the big white house. Things were moving out and large boxes were moving in. Then even the boxes began moving out. ScatCat watched all this activity with a sense of foreboding. Change was usually not a good thing for kittens or cats and he felt certain that this “change” would be no different.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Finally, there came a day when all the Big Ones’ belongings were gone and the big white house was empty. The only things left were ScatCat and one small box.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Suddenly one of the Big Ones scooped him up and put him in the small box. He felt himself being jiggled and bumped as he was placed in a noisy, rumbly, dark space that started to move. ScatCat was unsure where he was going or why. Soon the swaying rumble in the darkness made him drowsy and he drifted off to sleep.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: large;">He woke up to the voices of the Big Ones and found himself again being jiggled and bumped along. “Maybe we are back at our house,” thought ScatCat. “Soon things will be back to normal.” He felt his little box being set down on solid ground and waited for someone to set him free. He heard some banging and then the noisy rumbly thing began its rumbly noise. The noise grew fainter and fainter and then there was only quiet, then after a bit there came the sound of the chirping of crickets. 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Long story short, I will post the proper version in the proper size (I hope) later today.<br />
I hope you take a little time to read it and let me know what you think.<br />
Somehow no comment at all is worse than a critical one. <br />
Yes...I can take it.P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-76137382792351659682012-02-29T22:26:00.000-08:002020-08-07T11:43:46.305-07:00Preview of LITTLE CAT ON HIS OWN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvRn5_0Bsstj0IT8_a8TxrYRCZAIPsoEQwok-5rlgmAxhL80uGfNHOA0Xvfa6KTR45Q3QnfQO7xZWmADvhkCoJj8BAU7u4RVGo6zic3o7NEX_nZsaAj9iDIbdiwMNPpTV4WsOMaTNXzZH8/s1600/Do+Not+Want,+Oliver.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvRn5_0Bsstj0IT8_a8TxrYRCZAIPsoEQwok-5rlgmAxhL80uGfNHOA0Xvfa6KTR45Q3QnfQO7xZWmADvhkCoJj8BAU7u4RVGo6zic3o7NEX_nZsaAj9iDIbdiwMNPpTV4WsOMaTNXzZH8/s200/Do+Not+Want,+Oliver.jpg" width="186" /></a></div>Here is the 1st chapter of my very special kitteh book. a highly fictionalized account of Oliver's search for a home.<br />
Let me know if you want to read more...It'll be on Amazon as an e-book soon. <br />
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</div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-right: 0.5in;"> LITTLE CAT ON HIS OWN</div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-right: 0.5in;"> by</div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-right: 0.5in;">Patricia A. Garbutt<br />
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</span> </div><h1 class="western" style="margin-left: -0.19in;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Chapter One: Coming and Going</span></h1><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">A small black and white cat with a very long tail and very chubby cheeks lived in a big white house in a small city nestled in the foothills of the Adirondack Mountains. The cat was not quite a kitten and not quite a cat, but at that awkward, gangly in-between age. The small cat didn’t have a name. The Big Ones in the house just called him “The Cat.”</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Cat was mostly content with his lot because he was warm and dry and had enough food to fill his small cat tummy. The big white house had plenty of corners and closets to explore and tall staircases to run up and down. When he was bored, he could play games for hours by chasing his shadow or bouncing a scrap of paper around a room. Of course, he also had to work on his catnaps, and usually he needed at least four or five a day. Sometimes the Big Ones even rubbed his cheeks and patted his head, which made him happy. At other times, when he wanted the Big Ones to play, he would rub his small cat body around their legs and try to talk to them. All that came out was a tiny little “mew?” He guessed the Big Ones didn’t understand, because they always shoved him away with their big hard feet and said, “Get lost, Cat!”</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Cat would have liked to sit on the big soft places that the Big Ones used, but if he tried to join them, they would just put him back on the floor with the familiar, “Get lost, Cat or 'shove off, Cat' and some other words that Cat didn't understand, but that he was sure would not be appropriate in polite company. </span> </div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Things hadn't always been like this for Cat. When he first arrived in the big white house he had been a small fuzzy kitten and the Big Ones would hold and cuddle him and play with bits of string and crinkly paper. As he began to grow things began to change. Perhaps it was something he had done. Was it the time he climbed all the way to the top of the silky window coverings? Maybe it was because he liked to unroll all the paper in the room with the falling water. He hadn't broken any of the Big Ones' belongings in a long, long time. Well...except for that shiny thing that just hopped right off the shelf right where landed in pursuit of a particularly enticing bit of dust.. Was it his fault that the floor was so hard? </span> </div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Yes. He had learned some valuable lessons since then and he was sure his behavior would make his Mother proud. When Cat thought of his Mother he would often lie down in a box in the corner and feel very sad and lonesome, remembering his own family. He missed his Mother and Brothers and Sisters, but didn’t know where they were. One day they were all together, snuggly and warm, purring happily, and the next day he was alone with just the Big Ones for company.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Cat tried not to be sad and filled some of the lonely hours by amusing himself with other small things around the house that needed to be taught a lesson in manners. He stalked the wily dust bunnies under the beds. He skirmished with the savage cobwebs that lurked behind the couch, although he never did find the cobs. He was especially on the watch for flies or spiders or other creepy crawlers that dared to enter his house. Some of them were even quite tasty.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-right: -0.19in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Sometimes when he was in a wistful sort of mood he would think about why he didn't seem to have a proper name. Names were very important to his people and he hoped that one day someone would accord him that honor. After all, everyone needed a name. The Big Ones had names. Cat knew that the large hairy one was called “Hey You” and the smaller softer one was called “Old Lady.” The names didn’t mean much to Cat, but a lot of the Big Ones’ actions were impossible to understand. They stared at a strange noisy box with mysterious images moving across it. They seemed to be able to do this for hours at a time and never want to run or play.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Their eating habits were very odd, too. They took perfectly good meat and placed it over a hot, red, flickering light until it was dark and hard. Cat couldn’t understand why they would ruin good food this way, and then smack their lips like it was the most delicious squeaky morsel they had ever eaten. But he had to admit that sometimes the aromas coming from their bowls made his mouth water.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">They never seemed satisfied with their fur either, because they kept changing it: dark to bright, soft to hard, fluffy to slippery, heavy to light… there seemed to be no end to what they would do. Sometimes they took their fur off completely, which really made him shiver. Then they would step into a strange small room and make water fall all over themselves. At times, they would even lie down in the water! Even though it made his skin crawl just to think about it, Cat was strangely drawn to the room with the falling water. Whenever Hey You or Old Lady went into this mysterious place, he simply had to follow. One day as he was watching this strange ritual Cat came to a stunning conclusion. They weren't <i>changing</i> their fur...they had no fur at all! Oh, the poor things! That's why they had so many different coverings. They did have a bit of fur on the top but it certainly didn't amount to much in Cat's opinion, even if Old Lady spent an excessive amount of time fiddling with it. Yes. They certainly were unusual animals but Cat felt he was much wiser now about their peculiar habits.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">One day things began to change in the big white house. Things were moving out and large boxes were moving in. Then even the boxes began moving out. Cat watched all this activity with a sense of foreboding. Change was usually not a good thing for kittens or cats and he felt certain that this “change” would be no different.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Finally, there came a day when all the Big Ones’ belongings were gone and the big white house was empty. The only things left were Cat and one small box.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Suddenly one of the Big Ones scooped him up and put him in the small box. He felt himself being jiggled and bumped as he was placed in a noisy, rumbly, dark space that started to move. Cat was unsure where he was going or why. Soon the swaying rumble in the darkness made him drowsy and he drifted off to sleep.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">He woke up to the voices of the Big Ones and found himself again being jiggled and bumped along. “Maybe we are back at our house,” thought Cat. “Soon things will be back to normal.” He felt his little box being set down on solid ground and waited for someone to set him free. He heard some banging and then the noisy rumbly thing began its rumbly noise. The noise grew fainter and fainter and then there was only quiet, then after a bit there came the sound of the chirping of crickets. Cat knew it was the dark time and wondered what he should do.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> “</span><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Maybe the Big Ones will be back soon and I should just wait here in my box. That seems the best choice for now. That's exactly what I'll do.” So Cat made a few circles in his box … one, two, three , making himself as comfortable as possible and after much tossing and turning was finally able to fall asleep.</span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: -0.19in; margin-right: -0.19in; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</div>P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-74788037600342953662012-02-24T12:39:00.000-08:002020-08-07T11:43:46.370-07:00Decisions...decisions!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstijMZAm3c1he5Fw3ALfTMtNQ57hnAryBU3xD-OJ9R0HsbdF8_eqEkaahu9doAwWbV94Ot1qf7BFzssvK-yimIp5Z5PpP98HQGPZvmftQRcea0FhJSyj-S4Xsl6uYE2TjF9UzXUGjy-H8/s1600/toe+pads.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstijMZAm3c1he5Fw3ALfTMtNQ57hnAryBU3xD-OJ9R0HsbdF8_eqEkaahu9doAwWbV94Ot1qf7BFzssvK-yimIp5Z5PpP98HQGPZvmftQRcea0FhJSyj-S4Xsl6uYE2TjF9UzXUGjy-H8/s200/toe+pads.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Hello again. After much contemplation and sleeping on the matter, I have decided how to continue with my writing and the "Perilous Quest to Being Published." The "Toe Pads" were just to get your attention. Worked, didn't it? <br />
I will continue to submit my Picture Books to established publishing houses with the hope of finding a "home" for my nature based books. The reason: when it comes to illustrated books this is still the best method of producing a quality work.<br />
As for my other Titles...I am going to venture into the world of E-books. The 1st research project will be to find the publisher that fits my needs. There are more and more of these "publishing formatters" every day. Some want up-front money and do part of the work for you. Some take their money as a percentage of sales along with other fees. You can still end up with as much as 65% if you choose the right one and if...the big if...you sell books. You also need to set the price correctly. Too cheap and people may think it's not a good item. Higher prices mean higher profits, but who will pay $9.99 for work by an unknown?<br />
The 2nd project is the marketing. OK. I have a blog. I'll need a FB Page for my books. Gack...I may even need a website! More cash outlay, since I am completely a moron when it comes to all things related to the way of the programmer. And get this... People are now posting their own Book Trailers on You Tube! Another scary project for an amateur like me.<br />
Once I get these things researched and decisions made I will put myself out there...very, very frightening. Which book should it be? Right now I'm thinking "LITTLE CAT ON HIS OWN." It was originally going to be a book for Middle Readers, but all my friends..(.I know. They're biased)...are cat lovers and all have really enjoyed the story. One of them already has it sold to the movies and has stars picked out for all the voices. An optimist, indeed. <br />
My other choice would be "NUNS, NOUNS AND NIGHTGOWN RULES." This one is my fictionalized account of the time my mother spent in an Ursuline Convent/Boarding School in the 1920s after the death of her father. The Convent is now a Museum in Quebec and some day I would really like to visit. I wrote this a few years ago for my family. I would probably offer this one for 99cents or just for free. Let's face it. The market for stories about French Nuns is pretty small. <br />
Anyway. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it...unless anyone has a better idea.<br />
Thanks for stopping by. Come back soon.P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-82077645804099804752012-02-21T12:32:00.000-08:002020-08-07T11:43:46.436-07:00To publish or not to publish...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0K-O-bLMxrhH0Eo1b6nAJ5yu5XQVFS1sq_zmJPv-sMYI0HSOgVJyD8WpQa2t4MXx3y0zOi83m6P4fWhUMOmIQyb8ViO4QEqHEzMMMZzLlYLHfMbIIHncVt4SMvs8QmL-M4kI32j6CeWP/s1600/Little+Cat%252C+cover.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0K-O-bLMxrhH0Eo1b6nAJ5yu5XQVFS1sq_zmJPv-sMYI0HSOgVJyD8WpQa2t4MXx3y0zOi83m6P4fWhUMOmIQyb8ViO4QEqHEzMMMZzLlYLHfMbIIHncVt4SMvs8QmL-M4kI32j6CeWP/s200/Little+Cat%252C+cover.png" width="154" /></a></div>Hi, friends. Today I face a dilemma. I really don't want this blog to turn into a page of whining and I certainly don't feel the need of a "pity party," but sometimes a bit of advice is a good thing. Perhaps I need a Mentor! Any takers? OK...on to the dilemma.<br />
I have several books already written, but can't seem to find a Publishing House that wants to take a chance. I have been submitting stories since 2008 and tho I've had encouragement from a few Editors, I have yet to be published. My only foray into self publishing was for a fictional memoir of the time my mother spent in an Ursuline convent in Quebec, ca. 1921. I used Lulu and only printed enough copies for my family. It's a cute little story, but how many people want to read about French Nuns? (thank you, Kevin) I made a lot of mistakes with their formatting and am not anxious to put myself out there again and I certainly would choose some other venue.<br />
On the other hand...after several trips through the Writers' Digest "2012 Children's Writer's and Illustrator's Market," I've found a shrinking base for the printed page.<br />
Smaller publishers that were operating 2 years ago have either closed or been swallowed up by the giants in the industry. The ones that remain, that publish the type of story that I write, are few and far between. So many now will only accept agented material or their guidelines are so specific that the choices for submission become very limited. Some houses seek only religious material...some are strictly regional, some want no work that has been self published and some want NO stories at all. Why they remain in the guide is a mystery.<br />
I belong to several Writing Groups on LinkdIn and most of the authors there feel that self publishing and promoting yourself are the only way to get noticed. Some of these people are quite successful and sell many copies of their work, more than the average from a traditional PH. My fear, justified or not, is that if anyone can and does publish...how much of it is really well written and how much is just out there taking up space? Do people look down on self published work? There's a reason it was called "Vanity Publishing" and you won't find any of today's SP authors using that word.<br />
Another facet of the SP road is the marketing. An author is expected to have a Blog, (guilty) a Facebook page, a website, book trailers on You Tube and promotions at local events and Libraries. My question...if you're spending all your time on marketing, when do you get to write? It's hard enough to get taken seriously when you work at home, but there simply aren't enough hours in the day to accomplish everything you'd like to do. <br />
Another thing to take into account: picture books require pictures. Many e-book publishers can't handle illustrations and many writers can't DO illustrating. Illustration is one thing the PHs do very well. Me...not so much. <br />
So, my dears. What is a writer to do. We all know what opinions are like so I guess it's something that each writer or artist or crafter must decide for herself. We can only try, and hope we make the right choices.P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705344279598052668.post-84297083509737850532012-02-16T13:21:00.000-08:002020-08-07T11:43:46.503-07:00and some more cooking.Well...it seems I haven't mastered this blogging thing yet. I couldn't get back to my draft to add the "finishing touch" to my Grandmere's Pudding.<br />
<b><u>Aldina's Tart Sauce</u></b> <br />
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1 cup sugar 1 cup boiling water<br />
2 T. corn starch 2 -3 T. cider vinegar<br />
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Mix sugar and cornstarch in saucepan. Add boiling water and cook on low till thickened, stirring constantly. Add vinegar to taste.<br />
Again, to taste is somewhat hard to define if you've never had the sauce, so use your own judgement . The sauce will be a lovely golden color.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIPeIEOyI7VwWA9uhrKf7lS_Eh7XXTWK1tPF8YKwuDdLTHcK9rfdDY1RbEfEcz_A_b-Lzxsy7SorHSetZQ9H3lLbsaIeDyAy7o15aojGPnpfMPHo2Ie-K317NXP0sUSXuKoMI8nnwTHJQ4/s1600/HM_newspaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIPeIEOyI7VwWA9uhrKf7lS_Eh7XXTWK1tPF8YKwuDdLTHcK9rfdDY1RbEfEcz_A_b-Lzxsy7SorHSetZQ9H3lLbsaIeDyAy7o15aojGPnpfMPHo2Ie-K317NXP0sUSXuKoMI8nnwTHJQ4/s200/HM_newspaper.jpg" width="188" /></a></div>Christmas Eve was always such an "event" when I was a child. We had a very large house and my Grandparents lived down while we lived up. All the holiday dinners were held in the very large formal dining room and attended by Aunts and Uncles, cousins and any other "shirt-tail" relatives , as my father called them, who happened to be in town. (some of them were very large, too) First it was Midnight Mass, and it actually was held at Midnight! Then it was back to the house for the traditional food and a bit of toasting. Then...here's the important part...we were allowed to open our gifts. Joyeux Noel! I don't recall the actual getting into bed, so I must have been carried or sleep-walked to my room. No need to get up early the next day. Come to think of it, there was always a Christmas dinner, too. Someone lost some sleep. I must ask my sister, who is much older than I, who cooked that Christmas day meal. <br />
Now that we've had a non-writing , memory sort of page, I'll have to actually use my imagination and write for the next post. Till then....read, dance, enjoy!P. A. Garbutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051200311775902662noreply@blogger.com0