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Why does my cat pause and stare into space in the middle of giving herself a bath?

How do our cats know when we're almost home? The cats will be in the room with me and their ears will perk up or they'll pick up their head and just pause like they're listening or anticipating something.. 2 minutes later my sister or mom will walk through the door. It never fails.

10 years ago I found a program that detected cats paws on a keyboard & lock it. Can you help me find it? It was a little TSR that ran at start up. I remember the name of the program was something like paws or pause. The author had commented that his cat would jump his laptop so he wrote the little application to lock the keyboard when it detected patterns of keys being pressed at the same time, like a cat's paws. I have looked for it but came up empty.

Can dogs and cats get arc eye from mig welders like humans? when im working in my shed and my heads in my helmet during mig welding and i pause or finish take helmet off find my pets a cat and a dog close by not sure if they've looked at welding arc or what but they dont seem fased by it if they have or in any pain

Why has my cat paused in giving birth? She's giving birth and I can see the kitten coming out, is this normal for cats? My cat keeps on licking the kitten which is coming out. Yeah thanks javier B, all the kittens died now. The cat had an infection.

Is There A Way I Can Stop Tom The Cat From Pausing When I Record Him Singing? Hey guys i was just wondering if there was a way to stop Tom the cat from pausing when im recording him singing, or maybe make him have a quicker pause? PLZ HELP!

Are cats attracted to particular shapes? My tabby cat has always enjoyed observing television programs and any unusual phenomenon occurring outside our home. We have attributed this to some primal instinct which instantly drives her to the pursuit of mobile objects, since television screen images, though bright and indistinguishable, exhibit motion. She has previously expressed no interest in static images such as paintings or photographs. However, we have recently placed a poster of the 1939 World's Fair upon our wall which contains several bright geometric shapes against a darkened background. Strangely enough, she now frequently pauses infront of the image, staring transfixed before something else engages her interest. So, my question for you, ladies and gentlemen, is whether her fascination with the picture stems from her preference of geometric shapes, particularly circles, the stark brightness of the shapes themselves, or an interest in Art Deco? Thank-you very much in advance!

Cat's pausing when eating food,is this something to be worried about? When i gave my cat her dinner earlier today as she was taking mouth fulls she paused then swallowed,paused took some more then repeated it over again,this for me is worrying since ive never seen her eat this way before is this something to worry about? or is this normal behavior for a cat? thanks in advance to those who reply (Y)

In the Fall Out Boy Vid,I Don't Care, why is there a pause in the video, in which you see a cat with noodles? Watchh The Video pleasee, because I don't get it very well, it just confuses me.

Does my cat have some kind of abnormality that I don't know about? My cat will pause for a moment... he will just stop and stare. Then, he would proceed to make this fearful face and he will start running around the house. From the back to the front and again and again. Sometimes, he would cry out or he might jump on the furniture or something. I just sit there and go what the hell because he does this at least once a week. My mom says that he sees his shadow and he gets scared. Do your cat do this? Is there something wrong with my cat?

Why are these cats meowing at each other? One of them is mine, he's the black one. The other one belongs to a neighbour and he's ginger. They're both adult males. Okay so basically they're being really weird around each other - they sit opposite each other outside and meow at each other. My cat will meow, there's a pause and then the ginger cat will meow back. They can do this for hours!! I've looked it up and all the webpages say that only happens when they're getting ready to fight or working out who's the dominant one but they seem to like each other - they go out of their way to find each other when they're out and they'll meow all day O_o Another thing they do is they'll lie on the pavement far apart and take it in turns to get up, walk really slowly for a few paces, then lie down again. Thanks for any info :D

Are my cats trying to kill me ??!!? My cat's two favourite tricks are sneaking into my bathroom & sitting directly behind me so when I step back I nearly fall over them & going downstairs ahead of me but pausing on random steps so I have to sidestep them at the last minute or grab the bannister to avoid stepping on them, they seem to do this more when I am carrying stuff.... My husband says he has been coaching them (!!!) could this be true, is it only a matter of time before my Omen cats cause me to break my neck ??!!

How come when I`m on my moms bed, my cat sneaks and comes even though she knows she not suppose to? My cat will jump on the bed at night, pause to see if my mom sees her, then come on my side then lays right on my legs. I dont get why she does that when she knows shes not suppose to.

How can you tell if cats are fighting? I've been trying for a month to have my new cat get along with my first (and actually younger) cat. Both are male. After 4 weeks, they're still attacking one another, and the fur is flying. Normally one cat will tackle the other to the ground, and they'll wrestle while they bite each others heads and faces. They'll scratch each other in the face with their back feet, and my younger one will let out a few "meows" when he's getting his ear bitten or something. Both have their mouths open when they take a pause in between each fight, and oftentimes their ears are back against their head. There's not much running. Just a lot of staring down, tacking, and wrestling on the ground with claws. Is this how cats play, or are they fighting? I also wanted to mention that they're normally quiet when they do this. I've never heard a yowl or anything like that.

why do my cats look up at me and their mouths are stuck open? All the time my cats will be playing or doin something.. and they look up at me and its like there mouths are just stuck in the open postion?? why are they doin this?? it looks so funny .. like they are panting but no tongue or movement.. i crack up everytime i see it .. they just pause and there mouths are like that.. i wish i had a picture.. i am sure someone else has seen this.. am i crazy or what ? lol i had to ask and see what answers i get.. go ahead amuse me..

what distance can cat 5 cable be run from a router to a pc? I have a pc attached to my TV, but the wireless signal seems to be erratic, causing pauses in video streams. Thinking of running cat 5 under house from cable modem and router to TV-PC. Distance is about 30 feet. Will this work?

Does your cat insist on running around in the snow for half an hour like a three-year old on Reese's? Wolfgang charged headlong into a snowstorm this morning and went dashing over hill and dale, pausing, well out of my reach to bat at the snowflakes. Is he nuts or do all cats do this? Sounds like some cats have more brains, since he kept charging at the door all day long.

Are cats spiteful? My cat - a nortorious creature of ill deed and wicked intent - has the irritating habit of humming quietly to himself. When I tell him to stop he says he wasn't aware he was doing it and then, after a short pause, continues. I'm sure he only does it because he knows it infuriates me so.

Can Cats Burp? I was sitting at home watching TV and in between commercials there was a pause and it was kinda quiet for a sec. All the sudden I heard what I thought was a burp. It was only me, and I know I didn't do it! And NO! It didn't come out of the other end! I know what you guys are thinking! Anyways, my cat was on the couch with me. My cat was the only thing that could have done that. Weird?! So I looked at him and he looked a little guilty. I had my camera phone, what do you think? Take a look: http://www.internet-library.net/funny-picture-cat-picture-ehpien.jpg

Is it possible for cats to see spirits/ghosts? On most occasions I’ll either be playing with my cat or she’s just sitting with me....all fine and happy but then she’ll pause and just stare with a look of terror.... she can be scared of most people (traumatic past another story) but there won’t be anyone around at all and she’ll lean as if she’s about to run......and on other occasions she’ll watch the wall then make a playful noise or meow..... An insight of understanding would be great... I have taken her to the vet and her sight/hearing is perfect so I really don’t know!!

My cats nighttime behavior keeps me up... help? My cat has been getting worse and worse with this. She will start around 1 or 2 in the morning and go for sometimes an hour whether I interrupt her or not. What she does is she will meow frantically several times then get on my desk and start scratching the framed painting I have there so that it bangs against the wall and makes a ton of noise. If I interrupt her by clapping or yelling for her to stop, she will pause then either continue or move on to do the same thing on the hung mirror above my dresser. I have tried to stop this behavior by ignoring her, by feeding her, or by trying to interrupt her. I've even tried playing with her. She only does this at night, and it is serously affecting my sleep. Help? I wish I could simply leave her outside the bedroom, but that is not an option. Because of financial difficulties I had to move back home with my parents. My dad is an art collector and while the cats are allowed out of my room when I'm able to supervise, I cannot let them out when I am asleep or not at home because my dad claims she'll break something. I trust her, but my dad doesn't.

do the mouths of your cats ever get stuck open? Haha I don't know how to describe it. My parents refer to it as "lockjaw." I don't think it's anything wrong with the cat because it only happens once in a while & all 3 of our cats have done it. Sometimes our cat just walks in a room, pauses, & stares blankly into space or at someone's face with their mouth slightly open & stuck. Usually it lasts a few seconds and then the cat snaps out of it & closes their mouth & continues walking or playing. Why does this happen & does it happen to anyone else's cats? It sort of looks like the cat is making a very fake smile. You can see their teeth & the mouth is completely frozen like this.

Should we continue or cancel a system restart the cat started? My mom's cat sat on her HP laptop with Windows XP, which had been on but idle (on the desktop, but the screen was in power-save mode). Suddenly, the computer started making a loud beeping noise. We got the cat off and woke up the screen to find: "System restart has been paused: Continue with system restart [OR] Delete restoration data and proceed to system boot menu." Which should we do?

Have you ever licked your cat... ? You know, just to help out. And then, your cat pauses for a moment, with its cheeks poofed out- cuz it's still in licking mode- and waits for you to move, and then it resumes?

How will I know when my cat has finished giving birth? My cat who is 10 months starting giving birth this morning at 6am she had 1 kitten and then paused for a massive 10 hours until she had her second. I think this was to do with me looking over her box constantly so i left the room for a few hours and when I came back she had another. Now i'm wondering how the hell will I know if shes finished or if there is a another on the way??

Is it normal to love my cat so much? I am damn obsessed with my Cheshire cat, he's the best thing in my life, and I love him to death. I have developed an attention deficit disorder, every time my cat comes around I pause what I'm doing to pet on him and show him some love. I spoil the crap out of him and I just wish I could stay home all day and cuddle on him. Id rather just have him and no children. I feel like a twenty one year old crazy cat lady

What is the setting, point of view and rhyme pattern? The cat and the wind: A small wind blows across the hedge into the yard. The cat cocks her ears - multitudinous rustling and cracking all around- her pupils dwindle to specks in her yellow eyes the stare first upward and then on every side unable to single out any one thing to pounce on, for all together, as if orchestrated, twigs, leaves small pebbles pause in their shifting, their rubbing against each other. She is still listening when the wind is already three gardens off

I found a story I had wrote when I was 10 what do you think? What do you think??????: What Three Things? My mom walked into my room looking a bit tense, "Mom" I asked "What's wrong?" She sighed and stared at my big brown leather suitcase that she used to use when she went on vacation. I thought about all the adventures she been on with that big brown suitcase, she leaned her head agains't my bedroom door frame with her arms crossed. " The headquarters of NASA called saying that you can only bring 3 things, not including food and clothes on your trip to space." I stroked my cat Buttercup who was on my lap " Does that include toiletry"? I asked biting my lip "Toiletry is included" she said in a matter of fact way. "Can I bring you?" she smiled which made me a little more comfortable because she had looked so stressed out planning this trip and arguing constanly with people on the phone who thought I was too young to go or to irresponsible to handle that big of a responsibility, exactly why I wanted to do this to prove to them a eleven year old girl can handle this. "I don't know, am I a thing" she asked. Buttercup leaped off my lap and ran outside. I shifted uncomfortably on one foot to another "Do you-" she interupted me saying "I do want to come if I could" I looked down at my feet. " So what three things are you going to bring, and why," my mom asked curiously. I had to choose three things to bring to space and I have to admit I bent the rules a little bit, if three cats and one dog count as one thing you could say I didn't bend the rules one bit. "You still haven't answered my question" my mom said minutes later as she walked into my room "I have to bring my cats" I admitted, "And I know you can't live without Jet" my mom added. One thing I thought Jet, Buttercup, Tolouse, and Carrygrant, one thing. "What are your too other things your going to bring?" I know I thought, a lightbulb went going on in my head "My computer for Skype, weather reports, instant messaging, and e-mail." For a moment there was a silent pause, my mind raced like a race car driver getting ready to floor it and driver. Just than the phone rang "Brrring, Brrring, that's my que" my mom said. I searched my room looking for the last item. In the corner of my eye popped out a shny, black, square shaped item. I turned my head and picked up my Nixon camera. It had pictures of my family and I on it, I could bring this on my trip. It was small and easy to arry, in it went into my big brown leather suitcase. "Tuh!' my suitcase went as I put in my gray computer and the last of my clothes "Taylor," my mom's voice echoed through the house "Don't forget cat food. Jet's food, their brushes, and Jet's leash, I felt the embroidery and pearls on Jet's leash, they were smooth and rough at the same time. "Ready to go?" my mom asked, "Let's go." When we got to the space mission thousands of reporters swarmed me like I was holding the last drip of honey and they were all bees coming to protect their precious honey. " Ms.Smith" one with a brown coat on said "Are you trying to abuse these animals bringing them on the trip" I opened my mouth to answer but millions of different reporters kept asking questions " I would never try to abuse my pets they are kind, loyal, there part of my family and I love them". "Taylor! Taylor!" one with a neon yellow shirt said " Why are you bringing your cats?" nice shirt I thought to myself " My cats are being brung for many different reasons one reason is I want them to able to explore like I get to go different places but they don't which I find unfair, also I have them with me because I love them, company, they are sweet, loyal, and trustworthy, also playful, and cuddly." I stared at them astonished I had answered that so easily and not got nervous like I usually did "Taylor why did you bring Jet?" the guy in the brown lab coat asked " Pretty much the same reasons I said companionship, I love her, she sweet, playful trustworthy, loyal, sweet - " What does Jet look like?" a reporter asked "Jet's black and is a standard poodle, she has sweet brown eyes the color of chocolate, as I was saying she is very playful and I love the way she thinks she's human, Jet won't sit on the ground only in the house on on a carpet." Taylor time to go" my mom said "I'm ready", I held my cats, Jet, and my brown leather suitcase close to me and said "Let's do this." Star if you like (:

Are you allowed to steal other people's avatars? I got this picture by pausing an old Felix the Cat short and copying the paused frame with the snipping tool that comes with Windows. I just saw someone with the exact same picture. He is on level 2 and joined after me, so I was the one using it first. Is this allowed?

Are walkie talkies effective when communicating with your cat? When I am in bed I have a walkie talkie and I tie a small one around my cat's collar. Whenever I want him I meow through the walkie talkie. His eyes bug out when I do and he pauses for a second but then goes back to licking himself. Its a work in progress

How to talk to this boy I like on facebook? He knows I like him and he told me he likes me too but when I start a conversation with him there are a lot of pauses. For example.. me: Do you have any pets? Him: yeah 2 cats me:cool, I have 3 cats. :D him: cool. ... end of conversation. How am I supposed to keep the conversation going if his only answer is 'cool.' ?! Thanks.

How long does it take for my cat to cough up his hairball? It's been 3 days now and nothing she's still eating and drinking and playing put pauses for a minute to cough up this stubborn hairball,I can't take her to the vet right now i'm in between paydays and they don't help you what so ever when you don't have any money,Is there something that i can do to help her get it up,Anything help please.

About how long does it take when a cat is pregnant? Between the time that they have they're first kitten & last. She's already had three but I had read online that sometimes they're is pauses but not to mistake them for the ending of labor. So what on average does everyone know time wise? She had her first kitten about five hours ago. It does not take six weeks between the time she has her first kitten to her last kitten when she goes into labor. I'm not asking how long they are pregnant for. I'm asking how long the labor lasts from the first kitten to the last.

My cat smells things and leaves her mouth open, what is this? She opens her mouth pauses for a bit and then walks away! Can someone tell me what she is doing?

Why does my cat open her mouth a little bit...? Sometimes when my cat smells something, she'll pause & look at me with her mouth just slightly open as if she's out of breath (but not panting). It's about the only time I really ever see her mouth open! She only holds this position for about 5 seconds, then goes back to normal...Why??

where can i find an alternative version of cat and mouse by red jumpsuit apparatus? the original one's like "softly we tremble tonight...." and the one i'm looking for is like.. "soft-ly we tremble tonight" it has a pause after the word soft... years ago i found it in some website but i forgot the name of that website...

Does this poem capture the essence of "Cat"? ... house cat, to be precise. That was my intention. Does the layout work? -- the internal rhyme? ***             "Cat-" Cat- rageous that    stages stealth itself as immobile    as the Sphinx of old while prey yet bold    feels piercing eyes that stop it cold -- as on coiled air Cat pounces -- there! (oooooooooohhhhhhhh...allllMOST!) Cat pauses licks    paws its poise apparent toe to tail    not a hint of shame no foil aflame    just placid patience for the game now still keen ears faint stirings hear (thudump...thump..thudump) Cat senses that    thence is coming lumbering human    to the grand armchair taboo when bare    but filled with lap it's Cat's to share with leaping grace Cat takes its place (a swirl of fur that magically transforms into one long sonorous infinite felinity of purrrrrr....) © 1999, 2010 Paul Amorose ***

Does your cat sleep under your sheets? My kitten crawled into my sheets last night to play with my feet. When I yelled at him to stop, he paused and thought it over. Then he backed up fell asleep by my shins, where he remained until morning. I thought he would get hot or have a hard time breathing, but he was perfectly comfortable. I know he likes sleeping near me, but this was a little extreme. I just want to know if anyone else has had a cat burrow down this far down to sleep.

When cleaning trash cans, cat boxes, etc., where do you empty the detergent-filled containers? I often pause before cleaning containers that are best cleaned outside because, frankly, I don't know where to put the backwash of detergent-filled water. I know environment-harming phosphates get into the streams, etc., when people pour this yucky stuff down storm drains or just let it seep into the water table. Still, I don't know where to put the stuff. It's not practical to bring it in and flush it in the toilet. Where do others dispose of this stuff?? I never took home ec so I learn as I go along ... :-{

My Cat keeps looking for his mother who is now dead...what can I do to help him? He's 7, she was 8 and they had never been separated since she had him. She died on May 8th (20 days ago) and he continues looking for her in all of the places she frequented (who said Cats have short term memories?). Often he will go to a certain spot, pause, then call out loudly for her. It breaks my heart especially because she died on account of me not questioning why her belly was bloated (died of a ruptured uterus) while there was still enough time to save her. I dismissed it as weight gain and possibly some constipation. There's another Cat I have from a separate litter who is also her offspring and over the past week, he's been doing something similar...looking for her. Thanks very much for your help!

Why does the pool light go out in Paranormal Activity 2? I'm watching it and it's paused at 8:58 exactly. xD the pool lights went out and you can see the hot tub only. Sorry I'm a scaredy cat and I hate things that pop out D;

what is the setting, point of view and rhyme pattern? The cat and the wind: A small wind blows across the hedge into the yard. The cat cocks her ears - multitudinous rustling and cracking all around- her pupils dwindle to specks in her yellow eyes the stare first upward and then on every side unable to single out any one thing to pounce on, for all together, as if orchestrated, twigs, leaves small pebbles pause in their shifting, their rubbing against each other. She is still listening when the wind is already three gardens off

atheists, are you really that? smart? if you WERE you'd know the evolution was a hoax. PROVE TO ME RIGHT NOW EVOLUTION IS TRUE. You can't. Now please, look at these quotes... "A scientific man ought to have no wishes, no affections, - a mere heart of stone". Charles Darwin "Before God we are all equally wise - and equally foolish." Albert Einstein "I am investigating the disappearance of all the cats in the city... my living room is full of cats... that means... [pause] I'm hungry!"

How to lock my PC keyboard? Very often when I'm watching a movie on my PC my cats start wandering on my keyboard, pressing random keys, pausing my player or messing up the settings. I was wondering if there's any way to lock the keyboard for the time I'm watching something. Like a programme that allows a special combination of keys to lock it or something. Thanks.

My cat talks to birds and squirrels? When ever my cat is in the window and he sees a bird or squirrel he make these weird meows and clicking noises. he'll goin on for a while the pause a couple times like he's having a conversation. Does anyone elses cat do this? Is it normal?

Pet barrier without using gates? Anybody know of a good pet barrier, without using gates? I tried something called "Simple Solutions - Repellent for cats and dogs" and it did nothing whatsoever. My Golden Retriever puppy didn't even pause.

In desperate need of help.? I have a situation with my girlfriend of 6 months that I don't know quite how to deal with. First, let me start by saying she is a lovely girl, but her family is ... odd. She still lives at home and their house is located deep in the woods down here just outside Satsuma, FL. I was over there for the first time yesterday and I am extremely weirded out. The house is more like a log cabin and it is in the middle of nowhere. It is off the main power grid and they have to use a generator for electricity. Her parents don't work and are extremely overweight. Her brother is a mortician and has always given me the creeps. So then while I was over there yesterday I was on my way to the back porch when I passed by her Brother's bedroom. When I turned and glanced in, I was shocked. I saw... what must have been 50, to 100, cat heads mounted on small plaques hanging on his bedroom wall. I paused because at first I didn't realize what they were...I was like...does this guy have puppets hanging on his wall? So I took one step into the room and realized that I was looking at kittens and cats- Some of them had terrified looks on their faces, while others looked very stoic and regal- There eyes were all extra glazed and the whole thing just shook me up. So then, when I returned to the living room I said to her brother that I could not help but notice...He became very excited and brought me back to his room and started telling me about what a great hobby it is- How this one was Purr Purr, and this one was Gin Gin and bla bla bla- I asked him where he got all of them and he said he stuffs and mounts them on his own. So I asked him again where he gets all of these cats.... he paused, and wouldn't really say anything other then that they were "Farrell" ...but I noticed that some of them had tiny little collars and tags. When I questioned my girlfriend about it on the way back to my place, she did not think this was odd at all, and claims everyone has mounted heads of animals. I am shocked. and I don't know if I am overreacting or not. People down here in Central Fl, are very different then from where I am from up in Chicago. Is this normal? And then I started thinking back to last week when she brought this chicken over and made dinner- It didn't taste right (seriously)- It was very tough and looked more like shriveled steak. When I asked her about that she became flustered and said something to the affect of that it was "spring chicken" left over from her Sister's Bat Mitzvah, and that they ate the "spring chicken" to signify her Sister coming into womanhood- The thing is, I don't think these people are even Jewish- Their last name is "Christianson". I mean I guess she could be Jewish and I am probably just all freaked our from all the cat heads, but still...I feel very ill at ease. Does anyone have any thoughts?

How was Christmas humour in Britain ? I put this under Christmas and didn't get a peep. Let's see if the Jokes club reacts. "To all my Brit friends from a school pal in Denver, Colorado , now highlighting it in Mexico City for the festivities. who got it from Rube and sent it to me in Rome, 40 mins. to Midnight on Dec. 24th. 2007." Christmas Questions Why are Christmas trees like bad knitters? They both drop their needles! What's Christmas called in England? Yule Britannia! What happens to you at Christmas? Yule be happy! What do the reindeer sing to Santa Claus on his birthday? Freeze a jolly good fellow! What is Santa Claus called when he takes a rest while delivering presents ? Santa pause! What do elves learn in school? The Elf-abet! Why does Santa Claus go down the chimney on Christmas Eve? Because it soots him. How do cats greet each other at Christmas? "A furry merry Christmas and happy Mew Year!" What did Adam say on the day before Christmas? It's Christmas, Eve! ps being an old expat Brit, I wanted to feel your pulse for the rating. I found then sweet. tks all the same ppps I did not edit them, I just received them, through another expat Brit in Denver, who got them from Rube, who still lives in the UK and as far as I know is anything but a child or vicar (no offence meant). Perhaps we are 30 odd years abehind and perhaps we keep on thinking of what Britain used to be. Still think they are rather sweet, just right for the kids. p.sheltered life.s: anything but lad, been through all sorst of hell sorting out all sorts of "natives on the war path". Should try it yourself, livens you up.

Paranormal Activity, am I too much of a scaredy-cat? I'm not sure if seeing it would result in many sleepless nights or not.. I watch Ghost Adventures, Most Haunted and Ghost Hunters, etc all the time, but the thing is, I just watched the trailer for Paranormal Activity and I kept having to pause it to not scare myself. Is there anyone who has similar taste in TV shows that found it okay? Thanks

I keep hearing Baby noises on the LolCats network.? I've been on Thedailywhat.com, or icanhascheezburger.com, and in the background I keep hearing something that sounds like a baby saying something like "DADADADADADA Pause DADADADAD" I have no idea what it is. Has anyone else heard it? Am I going insane? By the way, I have only heard it when I go on the Daily What or Lol Cats, and when I exit out the noise stops. Also, I don't have a child in my house.

what do you think of this story? forbidden The moon shone bright in the sky ass I walked over to the forbidden zone. I walked slowly step by step ready to run in case the savage beasts jump out at me and tries to get me. I noticed that the light from the moon shone particularly bright tonight as I walked along. The forest was full of many wild animals that would make easy pray. I saw something in a tree starring at me, I tried to ignore it but its yellow eyes kept glaring down at me. I had a thought to run back to camp. Then suddenly I saw it start to move. It flapped its wings a couple of times but never taking its eyes of me. It Jamp in the air and took flight. It flew so high I could barely see it. It started swooping down at some speed. I paused glaring at the beauty of this creature. Then I froze realizing why it never took its eyes of me. It was aiming at me. I was the massive birds prey. I felt like a mouse cornered by a cat. I paused in fear. It was extremely close so I ducked. Its mighty talons dug through my skin. The blood was rushing from my shoulder. A viscous howl came from the bird as it flew at me again getting faster and faster. This time its talons missed. I came to my senses and started sprinting. I sprinted deeper into the forbidden zone. This thing just chased me, my heart was beating fast, and I was starting to run out of breath. I then realized that a tree must have fallen earlier. So I slid under the tree to take cover. The flying creature flew up high hovering over the area as if it was scanning for me. I took this opportunity to catch my breath and try to identify the animal. I thought and thought and thought. My tribe had caught many things with wings before but never like this. What could it be I wondered to my self? Is it an owl or a crow these guesses were random and obviously wrong. What ever it was it was big scary quick and smart. Luckily I was smarter. I had caught my breath so I grabbed a near by stone. Still under the tree I aimed the stone carefully. Then I threw it. Wham. I got it right between the eyes and made it crash to the ground. I found this the perfect opportunity to walk over and examine the creature. It had a long beak, massive talons and wide wings. It had a lush brown color with small white spots at the end of its feathers. I remembered the chiefs warning that he told us young ones. He told us that a new bird had entered our forest. He warned us to avoid them. He made us swear only to fight them in self defense. If I can remember right I think he called it an eagle. i only wrote the start cos i couldn't sleep

Should I give this girl my cat? Ok I need some advice. Basically I'm stuck in a foreign country with a few cats, and one kitten, and this one girl called about the kitten and she seemed friendly enough but when I asked her if she had any other pets, she said yes, we have a dog. I asked her if there would be a problem between the cat and the dog, I know some dogs are ok with cats, and some are not, and she said well the dog is always outside. But now it's winter over here, it's pretty cold, so even if the dog is outside, that's kind of strange. But she could have just been telling me that to assuage my fears of giving the cat. So she told me to call her back when I'm ready to bring the cat over to her, and before I ended the conversation, I asked once more about the dog and if it's going to be ok with the cat, and she kind of gave this pause, and kind of sarcastic sigh, and said yes. So I think she was annoyed by my question. But is this basis enough to judge her character and be more hesistant to give her the cat or no? But to add even more color to this story, the situation I'm in right now is less than stellar. I'm living with some relatives that are very emotionally abusive, and I'm just trying to get out of this situation as soon as possible, and I've already been here for quite some time trying to give the cats away, so should I give her the cat, and not question things as much, or not give her the cat, and stay longer in this situation? She's one of those people I think that doesn't like being asked lots of questions, so if she was annoyed by my first question, I don't even know how I'll be able to ask her any other questions, or if I even should? What do you think? Thanks.

I need cheers and chants for my cheerleaders!? I am teaching cheer at our dance studio, and I can't find any cheers that aren't mascot related. For example, I DO NOT want a cheer that is like "Go Tigers", or "Go Wild Cats". I want cheers/chants that are more like "We've got spirit. s-p-i-r-i-t Spirit! Let's Hear It" and cheers like that. Also please tell me when to clap and pause and the moves and all that. Thanks a lot!!!

My cat sneezes A LOT, is that bad? I have a cat that sneezes a lot more than usual. It's usually a series of sneezes a pause and then another one. I'm not sure what to do, I thought it could be allergies or he just needs to sneeze. But it is worrying me, I feel I have to go to the vet. Does it sound like a cold? What do you think? Thanks if you comment and such (:

What else should I know about warriors by erin hunter? Here's what I have so far: Warrior Code: 1. Defend your Clan, even with your life. You may have friendships with cats from other Clans, but your loyalty must remain to your clan, as one day you will meet them in battle. 2. Do not trespass or hunt on another Clan's territory. 3. Elders and kits must be fed before apprentices and warriors. Unless they have permission, apprentices may not eat until they have hunted to feed the elders. 4. Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life. 5. A kit must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice. 6. Newly appointed warriors will keep a silent vigil for one night after receiving their warrior name. 7. A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice. 8. The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies or retires. Ceremonies: I, *name*, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He/She have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him/her to you as warriors in their turn. Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to ptroect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your lives? *pause for 'I do'* By the powers of StarClan I grant you your warrior name. *name*paw you shall now be known as *warrior name*. Warrior ceremonies (for two or more apprentices): I, *name*, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices.They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn. *to each cat* Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to ptroect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your lives? *pause for 'I do'* By the powers of StarClan I grant you your warrior names. Apprentice ceremonies: *these are actually very simple, and the same words are not always said, but it goes something like this* *something*kit, from now on you will be known as *something*paw. *name of warrior*, you are ready for an apprentice. You will be *something*paw's mentor. Name Change ceremonies: Spirits of StarClan, you know every cat by name. I ask you now to take away the name from the cat you see before you, for it no longer stands for what he/she is. By my authority as Clan leader, and with the approval of our warrior ancestors, I give this cat a new name. From this moment on he/she will be know as *new name*. Leader ceremonies: Are you ready to receive your nine lives? *pause for 'yes'*. *nine cats separately approach the soon-to-be-leader and say something along the lines of 'with this life I give you *something*, use it to *something*'. I hail you by your new name, *something*star. Your old life is no more. You have now received the nine lives of a leader, and StarClan grants you the leadership of *something*Clan. Defend it well; care for young and old; honor your ancestors and the traditions of the warrior code; live each life with pride and dignity. Medicine Cat ceremonies: *name*, do you promise to uphold the ways of a medicine cat, to stand apart from the rivalrly between Clan and Clan, and to protect all cats equally, even at the cost of your life? *pause for 'I do'* Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your true name as a medicine cat. *something*paw, from this moment on you will be known as *new name*. Elder ceremonies: *name*, is it your wish to give up the name of warrior and go to join the elders? *pause for 'it is'* Your Clan honors you and all the service you have given us. I call upon StarClan to give you many seasons of rest. Medicines: Alder Bark - tooth aches Borage Leaves - Better milk for nursing queens, helps with fevers. Broom - broken bones and wounds when mixed in poultice Burdock Root- Used to stop rat wounds from becoming infected Catmint/Catnip - Cures deadly greencough Celandine - sooths eyes Chamomile- strengthens heart, calms mind. Chervil - juice from leaves used on wounds to prevent infection. The root can cure bellyache Chickweed - treats greencough cobwebs - soaks up and stops bleeding, binds broken bones coltsfoot - helps with difficulty breathing, and coughs. comfrey- repair broken bones, soothe wounds. daisy leaf - help aching joint dandelions - bee stings dock - soothes scratches, sore pads, nettle stings dried oak leaf - stop infection feverfew - heal aches, headaches, reduce body temperatures goldenrod - heals wounds heather flower - makes poultices sweeter and easier to swallow honey - soothes infection, sore throats, and for those who have breathed smoke horsetail - heals infected wounds juniper berries - soothe bellyaches, give strength, and help with troubled breathing lamb's ear - gives strength lavender - cures fever and chills mallow - bellyaches marigold - stop infection, treat rat bites mouse bile - remedy for ticks Nettle seed - used for curing poison parsley -

What is the meaning of this poem? The cat and the wind: A small wind blows across the hedge into the yard. The cat cocks her ears - multitudinous rustling and cracking all around- her pupils dwindle to specks in her yellow eyes the stare first upward and then on every side unable to single out any one thing to pounce on, for all together, as if orchestrated, twigs, leaves small pebbles pause in their shifting, their rubbing against each other. She is still listening when the wind is already three gardens off

Cat Jokes 1-Star if funny? Did you hear about the cat who drank 5 bowls of water? He set a new lap record. Did you hear about the cat who swallowed a ball of wool? She had mittens. What is the difference between a cat and a comma? One has the paws before the claws and the other has the clause before the pause. What do you get when you cross a chick with an alley cat? A peeping tom. Why don't cats play poker in the jungle? Too many cheetahs. What is a cat's favourite song? Three Blind Mice. What did the freshman computer science major say when he was told that the work stations had mice? Don't you have a cat? What is a cat's way of keeping law & order? Claw Enforcement. How did a cat take first prize at the bird show? He just jumped up to the cage, reached in, and took it. Why did a person with an unspayed female cat have to go to court? For kitty littering. Why did the litter of communist kittens become capitalists? Because they finally opened their eyes.

What does this poem mean to you? The cat and the wind: A small wind blows across the hedge into the yard. The cat cocks her ears - multitudinous rustling and cracking all around- her pupils dwindle to specks in her yellow eyes the stare first upward and then on every side unable to single out any one thing to pounce on, for all together, as if orchestrated, twigs, leaves small pebbles pause in their shifting, their rubbing against each other. She is still listening when the wind is already three gardens off

British Accent Project? Ok so I'm doing a project on British accents (because they're awesome) and I'm comparing it to the Aussie accent (I live is SA). The problem is, all the people I know from England and such have either now got a hybrid British/Aus accent, or they're not entirely sure what type they have (i.e. Bristolian accent, Scouse accent etc etc), so I've been having some issues finding legitimate human sources. SO I was wondering if, by chance, you're reading this and do in fact have an authentic British accent, could you please please please record yourself saying the phrases below (it doesn't have to be amazing quality. I used the sound recorder on my laptop, so as long as I can tell what you're saying, it should be fine) and send them to me at mel_rulz_99@yahoo.com, including where you're from/what regional accent you have, and your yahoo username if you want best answer or whatever. If you don't mind being listed as a source, you can also put down your name, although that's not really necessary. I should also warn you that the recording of you speaking will be used in my project, so only do this if you're ok with random aussies listening to your voice. THANKYOU SO MUCH. p.s. sorry about the lame sentences. Pip sits fishing in the river. Rich chicks flick their hips. The lid on the bin was filled with fish fingers. If she is invited, Lily will bring mints as a gift. Elle’s pet hen lays eggs endlessly. The expert mentor educates enthusiastically. Emma said her best friend was a red-head. The wealthy men met every Wednesday. The fat cat sat on the mat Adam can act happy when he is actually sad. The bat flapped madly by. The happy lad spat apples into the sand. My mother shoved one hundred onions in the oven. Over summer, my younger cousin was out of the country. Her brother is nothing but trouble. Uncle’s bubble gum has become an ugly colour. Lottie was cross when she forgot to stop on the crossing. The chocolate melted in the pot in the hot shop. “What a bother, we are obviously lost”, he observed. He thought it was odd that she coughed on the hot pot and did not wash it. Take a good look before you put your foot in the bush. The cook book said the cookie was full of sugar. You shouldn’t pull a bull; it is not a good idea. I would if I could. He tried to cheat by sneaking through the bleachers. We agree to let you compete on the fifteenth. The jolly fleet sailed eagerly in the sea. The monkey and chimpanzee offered me tea up a tree. My aunt can’t sit in a car with my father as he drives rather fast. Let's park our car at Barbara's as the car park is rather far. At last Margaret chanced a disastrous dance with a laughing sergeant. A marble bath was found in the castle. The tall author walked awkwardly. He thought he saw the autumn leaves falling. The awful sauce made Paul pause. The cat crawled over the lawn with its hurt paw. The new blue shoes look beautiful with a navy blue coat. A few beautiful tulips grew in the school garden in June. The music tutor sang a tune on a Tuesday afternoon for the duke. I heard on the news that our school didn’t lose, which was a huge improvement. The girls in purple shirts were urged not to disturb sir Cuthbert. This shirt is the worst in the entire world. He came third in hurdle, but would have been first, had he not been hurt. The burning of coal which is occurring is a burden on the world. A novel about America. Her breakfast was cereal and butter. The doctor was constantly absent. The temperature under the verandah went upwards. The brave knave went sailing at the bay. At eight the train stayed away. I say, may I take some bacon? The aged ale tastes amazing. I’ll buy a bicycle to ride. I sighed because my tie was not as fine as Mike’s. My wife cries when mice give her a fright. Describe the sight you spy through the eyeglass. The boy enjoyed his choice of toys. The noise of her voice was very annoying. The spoilt boy destroyed his employer, then avoided him thereafter. She coyly coiled her hair in the foil. Slowly the ocean rolled home. I wrote to Joe, hoping he would grow up. The rowboat slowly floated over the ocean. The oboe and cello sat alone, woefully echoing tone for tone. How now brown cow. Flowers come on the hour. The sound outside was a mouse. The grouchy hound pounced on the clown by the house. The fierce weirdo bought me a beer. I spoke clearly, but the old dear still didn’t hear. Her peers cried tears of sheer joy when she neared the finishing line. I feared I would appear not nearly as evil as before. The caretaker stared at the square chair. She glared at the tear in her pair of socks. Mary shared her pears. Where is the fair? The jury ensured he was secure. The tourist used pure water. Are you sure the cure is not impure? The poor man was lured into taking the tour. Yeah sorry I didn't realise how much there was. It looked like a lot less on Microsoft word... If you can be bothered doing like, the first few or the last few or a few inbetween, that would still be helpful (: if the first address doesn't work, try mel_rulz_99@hotmail.com

Cat jokes - funny or not? Did you hear about the cat who drank 5 bowls of water? He set a new lap record. Did you hear about the cat who swallowed a ball of wool? She had mittens. What is the difference between a cat and a comma? One has the paws before the claws and the other has the clause before the pause. What do you get when you cross a chick with an alley cat? A peeping tom. Why don't cats play poker in the jungle? Too many cheetahs. What is a cat's favourite song? Three Blind Mice. What did the freshman computer science major say when he was told that the work stations had mice? Don't you have a cat? What is a cat's way of keeping law & order? Claw Enforcement. How did a cat take first prize at the bird show? He just jumped up to the cage, reached in, and took it. Why did a person with an unspayed female cat have to go to court? For kitty littering. Why did the litter of communist kittens become capitalists? Because they finally opened their eyes.

do you think they are funny?(ralph wiggum quotes)? Ralph Wiggum Quotes Some of the best quotes of Ralph... #Ralph: Me fail English? That's unpossible. #Ralph: [whispering] Lisa, what's the answer to number seven? Lisa: [whispering] Sorry, Ralph. That would defeat the purpose of testing as a means of student evaluation. Ralph: [pauses] My cat's name is Mittens #Bart Simpson (spelling "Impervious" in a spelling B): I...M...P Nelson: Bart is pee! Ralph Wiggum: I made Bart in my pants! #Ralph (To a wolf): Will you be my mommy? You smell like dead bunnies... #Ralph: My cat's breath smells like cat food. #Ralph: Mrs. Krabappel and Principal Skinner were in the closet making babies and I saw one of the babies and then the baby looked at me. #Ralph: When i grow up, I want to be a principal or a caterpillar. #Ralph: I ate the blue ones ... they taste like burning #Ralph: Daddy, I'm scared. Too scared to even wet my pants. Chief Wiggum: Just relax and it'll come, son. #Miss Hoover: Now, take out your red crayons. Ralph: Miss Hoover? Miss Hoover: Yes Ralph? Ralph: I don't have a red crayon. Miss Hoover: Why not? Ralph: I ate it. #(Bart hits Ralph in the head) Ralph- (Money falls out of his nose) There's my milk money, (Milk falls out of his nose) and there's my milk. # (Rolling Fruit Competition in the bus) Bart: Go orange! Nelson: Go grapefruit! Ralph: Go Banana! #Ralph: Can you open my milk, Mommy? Ms. Hoover: I'm not mommy, Ralph. I'm Ms. Hoover

How many blonde jokes out there? let's see how many blonde jokes we can raise people. To all blondes: I don't mean to be rude i just want to see how many there are out there.I'm planning to do this with all jokes, like yo mamma jokes. I'm sorry if i offend anyone. Here's a starter: a redhead, a brunnette and a blondeare intruding a farm. When the farmer comes they all rush to the barn and hide behind haystacks. The farmer walks into the barn and says, Who's there? The red head replies: Meow. The farmer says, Oh just a cat The brunnette replies: Woof Woof. Then farmer says, Just a dog The blonde pauses then says, "potatoes"

What can I do..? (The Sims 2 Pets)? Okay,I was playing this game,and I told my sim to go teach pet CAT how to stay,okay he went to the cat,and the cat was doing what he was been told,but then the cat and the sim just pause and stop,they have been standing up for 2 days..So I would like to know,do anyone know how I can get them to move. I've tried canceling the action,but it won't work.! THANKS!!

Why does my cat meow in "segments"? Instead of a long meow he does a me *pause* ow ow ow, sometimes just a 2-section meow but it's kinda cute I just wana know why? Thanks for answering this silly question lol.

Help with a shy cat (timid & anxious)? I've read a lot about helping calm and gain the trust of a shy cat but my situation doesn't seem to fit the situations I read about. We got our kitten 6 months ago, he was 5 months old. We let him adjust and he is definitely NOT overwhelmed by his surroundings.. he comes out and chases our other cats, lets them chase him, plays with toys. We use feliway and tempting him with treats used to work but now that he's past that bottomless-pit stage of kitten-hood he won't eat them from our hands. Basically, he's a happy cat as long as the humans stop bugging him. When we do manage to catch him, when he's too sleepy to notice us approaching and start petting him, he LOVES it... rolling around in extasy, purring, drooling etc. But the next time we so much as look at him or pause as we are near him, he darts off out of range. He loves being pet soooo much and we want to pet him and love him but just don't know how to get him to let us! Catching him is hard if not impossible, and we are barely get to touch him once a week! He's been with us long enough, and only hides from people, loves getting touched and held when we get the chance. I worry too that if we had to take him to the vet or evacuate (wildfires in the area) that we wouldn't be able to get him. He's a long-hair and needs combing...loves it when I get the chance to groom him but like I said, we almost never get the chance! He does not go outside, we tried him on a harness but being outside really freaked him out. We even tried putting him on birth control pills as my mother-in-law had success with one of her shy cats (it seemed to work like an anti-depressant and calmed his anxiety) but didn't do much for our cat.

Which is worth more, a cat or the loves of your life? Almost 16 years ago, I picked my 14 year-old daughter up at a friend's house, and she walked up to me with a tiny little kitten that she had found wandering the streets. She asked if she could keep her, and after a brief moment of pause, I told her to to get into the car with her before I changed my mind. It also was with the understanding that she would take Jasmine with her when she left home. Almost 16 years later, I have two wonderful grandchildren who are allergic to cats, an awesome boyfriend of three years who is also allergic to cats, and my healthy-as-a-horse roomie, Jasmine, who is making things difficult for all concerned. None of them can come over unless they are on medication, and Jasmine is spending a lot of time alone because of it. She also requires a homemade diet at this point in her life, so my few attempts to find her another home haven't been successful. At what point do I weigh the quality of life for her and myself? Are there any cat lovers out there in the Cleveland, Ohio area who would welcome a loud mouthed, tiny little tortoiseshell kittie into their home? I feel like I am just waiting for her to die, and that is no way for either of us to live. How would you handle it?

Feline Panleukopenia question? Hi everyone I have just been going over what vaccines my friend should be giving her cat, and why. and something gave me pause for thought, and I would like to hear if this is true? Is Feline Panleukopenia transferable to a indoor cat via human? I know some people believe vaccinations are not necessary, this question is not about that Is this transfer is possible, ie if you do not vaccinate your cat against it, is there a risk, and if there is, for how long? I don't know at all if this is possible, I thought it wasn't, help me please? Anyone who knows?

what does your cat mean when it meow's 3 times pauses then 3 times again...?

Do you think Dominic really mean't Sabra when he did that confession on sytycd? If you saw when Dominic from so you think you can danced confessed to really liking someone on the show more than just a friend. Do you think he really mean't Sabra because they had great chemistry and a one point he sort of paused and said Cat. I feel he really mean't Sabra do anyone feel the same way and guys I would like to know your opinion as well.

Can Cats Burp? I was sitting at home watching TV and in between commercials there was a pause and it was kinda quiet for a sec. All the sudden I heard what I thought was a burp. It was only me, and I know I didn't do it! And NO! It didn't come out of the other end! I know what you guys are thinking! Anyways, my cat was on the couch with me. My cat was the only thing that could have done that. Weird?! So I looked at him and he looked a little guilty. I had my camera phone, what do you think? Take a look: http://www.internet-library.net/funny-picture-cat-picture-ehpien.jpg

Is it possible for cats to see spirits/ghosts? On most occasions I’ll either be playing with my cat or she’s just sitting with me....all fine and happy but then she’ll pause and just stare with a look of terror.... she can be scared of most people (traumatic past another story) but their won’t be anyone around at all and she’ll lean as if she’s about to run......and on other occasions she’ll watch the wall then make a playful noise or meow..... An insight of understanding would be great... I have taken her to the vet and her sight/hearing is perfect so I really don’t know!!

Does this narrative essay contain philosophical meaning and is it A,B,C,D, or F quality? I am in 11th grade AP English Literature and would like to know if the essay seems appropriate for a coming of age narrative. Also: is it interesting, meaningful, does it bring any questions to mind, believable (in which it is a true personal narrative), clear, or descriptive? Any thoughts would be greatly appreciated, thank you. A Wild Pack of Wolves The surging air flowed freely from the gaping wound of a door behind me. A blanket of humidity greeted me now with a suffocating intoxication, quickly reminding me how nice the air-conditioned the department store had been. Trudging along, I began my exile through the parking lot to my car. I left the store behind me and filtered through other corpses that stick baked to the asphalt. My skin glistens and reflects the unforgiving yet naïve sun, the same light that gives the moon its shallow glow. The sun seemed to give this day an individual energy and reality, a true ecstasy giving a hope to those banished from the gaiety of life. Any other day I would have hurried to my car, but today I let the sun’s inescapable veracity sizzle and soak me through, as do novelties a consumer. The tint from inside the car induced the purging of what existed beyond the window from out of what withered inside. Bliss, no matter how much I thought I had wanted it, and tried to get, ended in misery. Who was I fooling; I’m no more human than a puppet that will dance with the flick of a social conformist’s wrist. It’s days like this one that the red curtain retreats before me, giving way to life’s actors who seem to dramatize the same play repeatedly while I watch and recite their next words. I could no longer eat of the apple in all its décor of waxy perfection while this picture hung vainly rotten before me like a day’s till. Is having never tasted the sweetness of truth worse than the infinite dream of a false beauty? I twisted the ignition and cranked the air-conditioning, drinking in my artificial air until I was hydrated enough to adjust to the new light of the car. I sat there, fleeing far from the recesses of the parking lot; from where I sat, I could quietly add up my whole life. However this is no more than what could be fitted inside the plastic bag that lay strewn across the adjacent seat. I sat and wondered about past memories, surfaced from spotting The Jungle Book inside the department store. I wondered, if the boy in the story had continued living with the wolves and lived a lie his whole life, would it be better or worse than living with humans. If his life continued with the wolves he would never know responsibility, love, or religion. On the other hand, is living with humans and knowing hate, jealousy, malice, and vanity better? The time for my innocence had come and left, ripped out of my cradle before I knew whom good, evil, Adam, or Eve was. As I drove away from all that wilderness of the parking lot, all the cries and howls of long ago seemingly transmuted into nothing more than the glimmers of light, reflecting from the stream of asphalt that grew longer, until it became nothing more than the infinite luminosity of the sun that trailed past the distant mountains. “Travis…Travis…--oh there you are. Hello my name is Doctor Newton and I’ll be your doctor for the next couple of weeks. Now you just come right through this door and we’ll get started with our first session—O.K.?” I nodded, leaving the quiet emptiness that can only come from a group of people each silently enduring the weekly pain of a not so anticipated doctors appointment. The only detectable manifestation of this pain was the occasional crinkle of a magazine page being turned. As I passed under the ominous arch of the doorframe overhead I prayed silently that I would never have to read any of those magazines again. Doctor Newton’s office was littered with pictures of babies crawling in diapers and clowns with face paint. One clown had a sad face painted on him with a single real tear on his cheek--only the tear had been caked down from all the paint. A long pause passed before the doctor’s and my eyes met somewhere on her desk; I was sitting on some Playskool desk with paper and crayons. “So…” the doctor said, “can you tell me why you are here today?” Another pause passed by without a word. I questioned myself why I was here in the first place and also whether her question was entrapment. Finally, I answered, “I can’t really say, my dad wouldn’t tell me.” After the brief conversing I was told to “draw a picture—any picture I wanted.” So I began to draw the clown I saw earlier and a couple other familiar things. I drew for ten minutes and she complimented me on the art. I began to take quick glances at her eyes, for they said what we both knew but only one of us would admit. I wanted to leave. I could feel a stinging pain on the back of my eyes and a queasy sensation in my abdomen. Doctor Newton cracked the edges of her lips, paused and finally asked, “How do you feel about your mother?” I uttered silently, “I don’t know—fine I guess.” “You don’t have any problems you want to share--you know nothing leaves this room,” said Doctor Newton. I knew she was going to ask, and it came like a reflection in a broken mirror. “Could you tell me a little about your relationship with your mother and how you feel about her illness?” The whine of the Ford in the driveway and the horn blow immediately following the clap of a door usually sent happiness through me, enough to send me sailing towards the front door of the house. This evening carried no such melody, only torture. There I sat, listening to the strikes of thunder from her high-heals tear through my heart, and to an awareness of a screaming ever so true. Yet it filled me like a dream that comes like a shadow and all I could do was sit there, paralyzed on the ground next to the door. I knew something was wrong when it should have been right; I could feel the warmth of harmony’s momentary embrace grow desolate as it covered my eyes as I sat crying. The door slammed shut sending a flash of light through the room and then silently returning back beneath the door from where it had abruptly entered. I know not of money, jobs, worry, responsibility, hate, rape, illness, divorce, and now I know not my mother’s eyes before me. These things were cold and sunken, empty shells of the loving and pretty world through which I learned of good and evil. They were dead, destroyed, from another world I had not learned of but heard so much about. I moved down her face to black rivers that tainted the shores of her cheeks. Further down rested a set of vicious white edges, made visible by the panicked wrinkles that made a martyr of her face. I searched violently for my mother, but the closest thing I would ever find to her would be found only in a mirror. Night came in, relieving shame from the earth and its creatures. I always liked the night for it unmasked the ambiguities of day and gave true shape to what had previously been blinded so childishly by the sun. Tonight I sat in bed and adjusted my eyes enough to see past the glare of the lamp out into the light of night. There was a tall eucalyptus, hunched from the irregularity of its large branches and lack of roots, which grew centered in the lawn and around it was the rest of the backyard lawn. This sanctuary of infinite youthful possibilities tonight would not find relief from the usual cry of laughter, but host the paths of two lives, each tied to survival dependent on the other’s death. The two shadows unveiling themselves, circumvented around the corners of my eyes to find one another at the base of the eucalyptus. There they scratched, bit, tore, and capsized until they became one snarled mess of the same shadow among the sea of grass. I picked up deafly howls and cries, but neither sound belonged to a definite shape. Not until the hissing stopped and one shadow floated erratically back in the direction it had came from could I tell. It was my aged smitten cat Chelsy, but she was the mound of flesh that remained. She had seen night before day, child after parent, prey facing predator, and now she and her tree would see life after death—but never would the roots be less uneven or the leaves greener. “ ‘And God made the wild beasts of the earth according to their kinds, and domestic animals according to their kinds, and everything that creeps upon the earth was good and He approved it. God said, Let Us make mankind in Our image, after Our likeness, and let them have complete authority over the fish of the sea, the birds of the air, the tame beasts, and over all of the earth, and over everything that creeps upon the earth--,’ ” “Why did God create us?” “I don’t quite know, maybe God got lonely or maybe he just wanted praise,” Mommy answered. I bent my neck backwards and gawked at her. Her eyes were recoiled and wounded as before, but a little warmth still radiated in the sparkle I always remember her having. I have seen her look at others but the glint of light never shows itself. “Honey why don’t you just let me finish so we can go to bed,” said Mommy exhaustingly. “O.K., but I have already heard this part tell another,” I cheered. “How about this, ‘And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food and that it was delightful to look at, and a tree to be desired in order to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate; and she gave some also to her husband, and he ate. Then the eyes of them both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together and made themselves apron-like girdles. And they heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God among the trees of the garden—’ ” “Why did God make the tree? And was God angry at them?” “Honey, how can a parent ever be angry at a child, except for when that child is no longer one anymore. Even then a parent’s love never dies. God doesn’t create bad people only bad situations. If you remember anything I ever tell you remember this, Love is what you don’t give not what you do give. Maybe truth is supposed to be glorious because you know what love is and you are closer to God for it. So maybe Bliss is what defines innocence and choice is what defines love. If a person doesn’t have choice can they ever really know true love?” I was now asleep, only I was dreaming dreams that have no place inside a child. Murky dreams where I could feel my teeth come loose and scrape the sides of my mouth, then dangle from the veins that give them life. All the while I watch helplessly the scene of my Mommy willingly feeding herself to a pack of wild wolves. I feel no pain, no emotion, I only watch while I frantically try to understand why I don’t stop her. Upon waking, I could see the door to my now dark room, it was cracked transcending a long triangular light across my bed and up onto the edge of my pillow next to my face. On the illuminated sliver of my pillow I could see pools of dampness that had been absorbed into the inner depths of the cushioning. I sat there, face down wondering if the wet was from tears or saliva, for I had none on my face. I had already been seated along side the cul-de-sac curb when the shadow of Dad’s Bronco screeched and eased to a halt, blocking the evening sun from my view. The faint circular outline of the moon could already be seen directly overhead. The curb upon which I sat was still warm, the only remnant left of the Sun’s presence in the horseshoe shaped neighborhood that crowned the hill on which it rested. I placed my right hand on the curb for I no longer needed to shield my eyes from the glare angled off from the side-view mirror on the Bronco. The brown cardboard box of memories that lay between my legs lined up with the back tire of the Bronco. These few random objects I managed to salvage before my Dad told me we had to go held no value, but they were the best I could find. A stuffed wolf Mommy had given me for Valentine’s one year sat on the surface of the opened box. Wolves for as long as I could remember had been my favorite animals but now the stuffed sentiment left me with a sickening feeling inside. The sensation wrenched onto my heart, turning it black with blood, until the failure of it all floated down to the pit of my stomach. I flipped the wolf on its face after having seen my opaquely convex reflection in the wolf’s testing eyes. Dad’s words still rung loudly in my fragile skull, forever trapping the question of what my Mommy really was. How could she be? My Mommy of six years could not have a mental illness. Could I still love her? Did she still love me? And ever more troubling, whom could I believe, my Dad or my Mommy? The only truth I could decipher was through the back window of my Dad’s Bronco, for I could see my mother’s face as it grew smaller. She was kneeling down against the garage door, each hand covering one eye; and so the sparkle was gone forever and so was I. Although I could not bear to look up into Doctor Newton’s eyes I knew from her utter silence that she too was on the verge of tears. If she could see through all that saturation she would have found a boy who once knew the sweet clap of a rubber ball on concrete, a boy who could have told her the difference between the way a blue crayon and a red crayon smells, and too a boy that once knew the sweet taste that fruit could give in the shimmering presence of an ice-cream truck’s innocent call. But today she only found what made all those memories so precious. Doctor Newton whispered, “that’s enough for today, you may go.” And so I did, leaving her with nothing to look at but all those frowns of babies and clowns.

Hey, i'm 15 years old and i've started writing a book, i want to be an author and i need opinions? I welcome you into this story, with hopes that you leave it with a wandering mind. My story takes place in a world very different from the one you live in. I live in the world of the three kingdoms. The kingdoms of Peace, Tranquility, and Harmony. It would be wise not to be fooled by there names, for the names are just now meaningless titles. There was a place that only the very wise and powerful knew of, the Valley of Unknown powers. No one was quite sure who lived there and why, but all everyone knew was that you went in with a small talent and came out very powerful, you became one of the guardians of the realm. I lived in the most powerful and the cruelest of the kingdoms, the Kingdom of Peace. Although it did not seem that way, for I did not live as a peasant, or a beggar, I lived as the daughter of the next most powerful king of the kingdoms. Prince Garthus the second was to be the next ruler of our kingdom when his father king Garthus the first will be assassinated, for people in these kingdoms don’t pass away, the royalty most likely get murdered. I felt no compassion towards my father for I did not know him so well, I was well cared for but not by a parent. It was horrible of me to think it but I wanted my father assassinated before he took the crown due to the fact that I did not want to be taken to the Valley of Unknown Powers, all the kings, sons and daughters had to go there until they are well acquainted with the other royalty, are prepared for there future duties and have a secret weapon of there own. My name: Annabella, has been down on the list for the v.o.u.p. since birth. I will start my tale from the early years of my life…. I woke up to the sun hitting my face and warming my body after the chilly night, the castle was going to be rampaging with guests this week, for the yearly banquet of the royalties was going to be held at our castle this year, I lay in my bed listening to the yells of the planners, laying there idly while every one was running about there business. But I too was soon taken away from my daydreams by Tenma, the mother figure in my life. She came in barging in a rush, so I pretended to be asleep. She murmured while looking about my room, which looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in a very long while. “Where did she leave it? I knew I shouldn’t have shown it to her and that she would end up taking it, those guards will have to be punished.” I yawned loudly to get her to leave and she scurried out of the room. She was talking about the white amulet. There were seven main sources of power in our kingdom. The Luthen Amulets. Of seven colors they are. Earlier Tenma said that a very powerful one was hidden in this castle, and she thought she knew where it might be. Now I’ve always been a little special, but nobody knew it. So, later that night I went to my room, locked the door and lighted a few candles. I let myself slip into unconsciousness. I was walking down a dark corridor with crisp cobble stoned walls, as a breeze hit the back of my neck. I frantically looked around, but kept scampering to the end of the passageway I saw a mossy wooden door, and reached for it. It was sealed, so I concentrated harder, it opened with a crack, and past that door was a room about two feet in width and length. A blinding light of silver-white reached my eyes, and I stretched my hands… Chapter two? I woke up the next morning with my stomach rumbling, lying on the cold stone floor of my room. The accounts of last night rushed back to me. I took my hand to my neck and felt the warmth of the white amulet, and smiled at my success, there was a knock on my door, so I hastily put it under my dress. It was Tenma looking frustrated, as she said “Where have you been? The dukes and duchesses of Harmony are here. Why are you still wearing your night gown? Oh, we don’t have time for this. Come, come hurry put on your gown.” “Good morning to you too, Tenma.” Tenma giggled and gave me a smack on the back of my head that I deserved. “Make hurry, almost everyone is here, what were you doing all this time?” I walked down the stone staircases and started awkwardly greeting the guests. All seemed quite nice. But the air was not clean, it was impure, things were being hidden on the inside. Things that shouldn’t be. I wondered who was hiding them, when I was rudely pulled into a dark corner. “Let me go, what are you doing to me?” I looked up at the face of my capturer and saw a friendly grinning face. Kestn, my best friend was looking down at me with a smile that showed his teeth from every angle, and his hazel eyes gleaming in the dark through his shaggy brown hair. I thought you would like to be escorted out of this banquet of the snobs.” We both laughed, and left the castle, sneaking past the maids, servants and guards. We ran up a hill until we were sure that nobody had followed or seen us. “Thanks for the help, listen, I have to tell you something.” I told him about last night, because I told him everything, and as I brought out the white amulet, he gasped. He already knew that I was special, but not this much. We sat there talking for a long time, about what we would have to do in our lives, when I felt a strange presence take over him. “I have something to say, but you have to be very open minded about this, okay?” I simply nodded my head, wondering what was coming to me. “Well, I was thinking why don’t you and me go look for the amulets together?” I just looked back at him, without any reaction whatsoever. That would have been a good idea, but the problem is the remaining six amulets are scattered over the 3 kingdoms by the true owner, who has long been dead, it was said that whoever sought the power and would be able to conquer it would have to find them first. “But Kestn I’m only 16 and you 17, do you think well be able to cross the rivers, swamps, hills, and mountains that separate the kingdoms?” It looked like he was thinking hard about this, and waited for several minutes before he said “Just promise me you’ll think about it okay?” Then he left without another word. He left me to walk back to the castle by myself, and so I did, I politely nodded at some of the guests and was hoping to make it back to my room, if I hadn’t seen my father gesturing to me, to come and meet his old friend. I walked up slowly, wondering how long this was going to take. “Hello young lady, pleasure to meet you” I tried to reply politely, “the pleasure is mines sir.” He chuckled delightfully while saying “you’re everything your father said you are”, as I gave my father an accusing look, I notice the badge of the kingdom of Harmony on the other Kings chest, “How would you like to come and live at the palace of tranquility? I mean as the wife of the prince” He finished. I just stood there, frozen, staring blankly at him, and at the words that he spoke. From my frozen mode, came a pounding rush of thoughts, my life here, the amulets, Tenma, Kestn, I could feel everyone’s eyes on me waiting for my reply, but they wouldn’t here it… I ran from the room, letting my numbness let go of me, I scampered up three flights of stairs, ran into my room, shut the door, and jumped on my bed. I don’t know how long I laid there sprawled on my mattress, but when I awoke it was dark outside. The events of the previous hours rushed back to me. Oh no…. what am I going to do, I can’t stay here anymore. My friend’s faces vividly appeared in my mind, Kestn, his offer… I started packing immediately, everything I would need, clothes, my life savings, and I had just enough time to run into the kitchens and get some dried peppered meat, and stale bread. The main doors were locked, and my bedroom window was too high. I looked desperately out the window, thinking my plans were being abashed by something so simple when I heard someone speak in a deep voice, “Not running away little princess, are you?” That familiar voice gave a comfort, only one person called me princess in that manner when I am disappointed. I saw Kestn, all the way down there, with a rope ladder, “Are you packed princess?” I didn’t have to ask how he knew, but he always did, I saw that he also carried a bag. I climbed down and we half walked, half tippy toed our way to the stables, where two beautiful mares were waiting for us, one with a coat of whitened gold, and a mane of silver, while the other had skin the color of midnight, but with the same silver mane. There yellow eyes gleamed down at us as we took their ropes. “Wow, you thought ahead didn’t you?” I said with a smile. “Well someone had to, seeing you took so long to figure out what you had to do, so I took the liberty of preparing our needs for the expedition. Anyways I heard what happened, and am therefore satisfied with your decision. “Why, don’t you want me to stay home, or at least have a new one??” “You call this place a home? You are imprisoned against your own will, without knowing it and have been made to believe that you have everything you want. But as long as you remain here, you will never know what’s waiting for you past the maids and butlers, past the afternoon tea and royal acquaintances, past the gloomy and isolated towers of this castle that you call a home. Your going to have to forget this fantasy of a home and life that you are know leaving behind and think about what’s coming towards you” he said with a last breath. We walked in silence for a while, listening to the soft sounds of the horse’s hooves as we walk alongside them. The orchards weren’t as bright right now as they were during the day. The wind would wrap itself against us with its feather-like touch around our necks, trying to sweep us away from our direction but we kept walking. The leaves whispered in our wake, from the nearby trees, rustling against each other. Wondering who was sneaking off at this time of night. The silence of the moonlight gave me a ringing sound in my ears; I felt like I was going to have to stay like that forever, until Kestn finally spoke, “do you think what were doing id the right thing? I mean something that we won’t regret later? Because I don’t think were that prepared for what’s coming our way” I took a while to let his words sink in… what were we really doing? Running away from our homes in the middle of the night? Could this be the right thing to do? I replied in slow, soft meaningless words that didn’t seem to comfort anybody, “I guess well have to find out”. I was getting tired of walking so much and by now we were almost leaving the orchards, I could see the soft glisten of the candles of the village that was ahead of us, the mud colored houses had an eerie look to it at night, with the occasional glow of the candles. Kestn, the horses and I made our way through the village slowly, often seeing bright colored eyes in the alleyways. The cats in this village were praised for there stealthy ways and rich coats of fur. We kept on walking, trying to get through this village that seemed to be getting longer the more we walked, Kestn took a quick glance back and hurriedly looked forward again. “Izabella” he whispered, “Were being followed. Keep calm, don’t look back. Play along with me”. Panic fled through my veins but yet I felt safe with Kestn. He slowly and stealthily put his hand in his pocket and handed me a sharp bladed knife. He took out a more spear-like with strange embodiments on it. He abruptly stopped in his place and grabbed my elbow to stop me. We waited there looking at each other for about a minute when behind me someone lurched out of a large trash bin and grabbed me by the neck. Fear was beating in my heart. But Kestn didn’t move at all he just stood there and stared at the situation. “Hand me your loot, the bearded man said with his deep yet squeaky voice. Surprisingly Kestn just walked forward and the man gave him a warning of hurting me when I started to feel the air leaving my mouth. It was getting really hard to breathe with the robbers fingers clasped over my air pipes. Kestn saw my color become pale and he lowered his knife and it in to his pocked then he raised his arms throwing something very small skinny and sharp at the man. He nearly missed my head but it hit the other mans throat as he fell I fell with him. His hand released from my throat I was finally able to breathe, my heart pumping hard in fright and relieve. Kestn helped me get up. I was violently shaking now my face pearly white. Kestn held me in his arms silently until the shaking decreased, I could feel his heart pounding against my head. He let go and I thanked him, we kept on walking and at last we cleared the village. Now able to speak again I asked Kestn where he was planning to go. “I thought we could stop at a deserted ravine for the night. But first we must find one. I’m getting tired. Who do you think sent that man after us?” He added. “I’m not sure but that frightened me. This isn’t exactly safe. Running away from a castle and going of on a journey all by ourselves. Especially at night” I said with a last breathe. “Don’t worry princess, your not alone, well yet at least.” Laughter and relieve followed this. I remembered who I was with, my lifetime best friend. Meanwhile back at the castle dawn was approaching. . . . . . . . Tenma was knocking on the door to the empty bedroom. “Oh come on darling, you don’t have to leave here just yet. Talk it over with the king.” More frantic knocking came from the door but this time a deeper voice said "Annabella, I order you to come out.” Her father’s voice rang and echoed off the walls of the empty room. Then in a lower voice it said, “We don’t have a choice, break the lock.” There was a loud click and Tenma rushed into the deserted room and made a run for the fluffed up lump of a blanket only to find that nobody was under it. “She’s gone, sir, she’s gone!!!” “What are you talking about?” “Sir, she’s not here, she probably left last night, but how? She’s on the third floor. Oh my poor child, she’s all alone now!” Although the king didn’t exactly love his daughter the way a father should, if he didn’t take immediate action his daughter would be found and held for ransom, or the citizens would think this wasn’t a righteous king. So the king ordered his team of members to inform the villagers of the kingdom would get a 30,000 glone {unit of money used in the kingdom, 1 glone =7 dollars} reward. A frantic search was taking place… Meanwhile… “How much farther do we have to ride?” I asked Kestn in a very whiny voice, as if I was being dragged into doing this. “I told you Izabella, you have to be patient we’ll stop in the next village”, he answered me as if he was talking to a frustrated 4-year-old. “Hand me the map” he added. I bent over the side of my horse, and started rummaging around in one of the pockets of the saddle until I felt parchment. I straightened up and handed the map to Kestn. He took it from me and opened it and used the horses’ neck to support it. He looked up and saw that I was staring at him because he had a weary look in his hazel eyes which glowed green in the warm sun. “What’s the matter?” I asked. But he didn’t answer. He just looked ahead, as if in deep concentration. Moments went on in silence as I stared quizzically stared ahead. Finally a sigh from Kestn broke the silence. “There’s a problem” he said heavily. I looked at him with innocent eyes wondering what I’ve done. “Annabella, I think the villages might be informed, to look for you.” He finished. “Why would you think that?” I asked sweetly. “Well, incase your daydreams haven’t also made you blind, look around, your picture is hung up everywhere. We’re going to have to go around the village this may take the whole night” He finished. “Oh, fine” I said sheepishly while my upper cheeks began to turn into a rosy pink. So that’s what we did, we rode the horses as silently as possible around the village in the warm late summer night. It took much longer than I anticipated but I did not complain and neither did Kestn. I longed for the protection of a roof over my head and having a lantern blazing warmly on my studying desk and writing. But I would rather be taking this trip with Kestn any day than having to marry that worthless stupid prince as my husband. Chapter 3 A sharp pain hit my elbow. “Oh just 10 more minutes Tenma.” I mumbled. “Well honey its getting late, and you know your going to be late for your studies.” Said a mimicked voice. I quickly sat up and looked around not to find myself lying on my warm comfortable mattress but on the cold, rough dirt floor. Looking around a little more, through the entrance of the dome-like cave I saw Kestn on his horse with a small bag over his shoulder, sniggering. I fell back on my backside hard and closed my eyes. I thought the events of the past few days were a dream. I heard a shuffle as Kestn came down from the horse and stood near where my hands laid spread out. “Kestn?” “Annabella” he replied. “I’m hungry.” “Really now, Annabella? You didn’t to seem have realized it but you’re a heavy sleep walker. And if I wasn’t standing guard outside you would have fallen off into the gorge below us. Oh, and I forgot to mention, I was wondering how much food could a girl fill in her stomach without realizing she’s finished our whole food supply that was supposed to last us for another week?” My tummy grumbled and we both fell to the ground laughing, week-kneed and breathless. “But Kestn I’m hungry” I said when I finally caught my breath after several painful minutes. “Well since you finished all that was left, I decided to go and look for something. I found more than I bargained for Izabella. I found some scarlet berries on a rather big thorny bush.” “You know Kestn I can pick berries, too, it’s a common talent” I said. “Its what I found when I reached in rather deep, a hard stone wall, ever seen one behind a poison berry bush?” he finished exaggerated as I threw the berries to the ground that I was slowly taking to my mouth. “So what’s so special about a stone wall?” I said as I got up again and clapped my hands together to remove the dust. “well its more the rough wooden door more than the stone wall. Do you know what that means?” He finished. “That we can find a beaver with really strong teeth that doesn’t like the water?” I grimaced. “Now really, Annabella, think. You can’t be this slow. Somebody must know that no one would go picking poison berries, so that would be a good place to hide something. You know what that thing is?” he said with more anticipation than before. He smiled as understanding slowly dawned on my face. “Are you sure its here Kestn?” I asked minutes later as we walked together to the place he found the berries. “The last time I’m going to say it I Annabella, it’s underneath a steep cliff and believe me you’ll notice it once were there. And so I did. I was bewildered. There was a brown muddy cliff with rocks that came out occasionally out of it, and it slowly turned into smooth gray rock. And a little below the rock was a magnificent bush of bright red berries each round with a minuscule yellow dot on them hung on stems of truest dark green. It looked like Christmas. Then I noticed the gleaming thorns each about one and a half inches glowing in a rusty golden color. It looked like nature gone wild. It went in pretty deep and I sat down in the dust in front of the bush, trying to breathe in the sight in front of me. Kestn just stood there knowing what I was trying to do and leaned against the wall next to me. I was analyzing the sight, and at the same time felt like I was being analyzed, and as I looked to the left I saw Kestn with a hard concentrating look on his face that made me slightly blush as he revealed a small smile in return. I went back to concentrating on the bush. I closed my pale gray oval eyes, and moved the slightly curled black hair out of my snow white skin and let it drop onto my back. I breathed in deeply taking in my surroundings. The surroundings which started slowly to fade. And I felt my spirit leave my body back on the ground and it took a glance at Kestn still standing there with one foot set against the rock behind him, and then at myself breathing slightly through my small nose. I looked forward and went towards the bush, with out the thorns harming me I pushed them away and Kestn noticed as he let out a small gasp of awe. They moved out of my way making rustling noises at the most faint touch of my fingers. The door emerged. It was made of rough wood bark. I went forward and slightly touched it but it didn’t open. I gave it an encouraging push but with no result. I concentrated harder, my mind set, and gave a forceful nudge but nothing happened. I realized this would take more than command. I centered my energy and mind equally on the door and heard a little crack as I felt my energy and power seep through my skin and leaving me helpless…….. “Annabella! Anna! Are you alright? Get up, you did it! The door has opened, get up” I heard Kestn’s voice ringing rather far away. When I didn’t answer, I heard some faint mumblings from his mouth in a language I didn’t recognize as I was slowly lifted from the comfortable darkness into the dazzling sunlight and to find myself half sitting up in his arms. I looked up and saw his eyes glowing in enjoyment. So I got up and weakly looked towards the rose bush, the amulet hadn’t come out; I was completely drained of energy just with the opening of the door. I got up with Kestn’s help and brushed the dust off myself. Together we walked through the door that was only four feet high and 2 feet wide. It was a tight cram with both of us in the 4 by 3 room. I looked around but nothing was here. Kestn tried moving around a bit because he came in after me and he accidentally shut the door with his back turned to it. He stopped shuffling, and we both listened and a horrible feeling quenched my insides; we were moving, I fell to the ground while Kestn just stood as if nothing was going on. And just as suddenly as it started the movement stopped. I grabbed Kestn’s arm tightly, as I used it for support to stand back up digging my fingernails in with fright. I gained my balance, and just as I did a gaping hole appeared in the middle, making Kestn and I lean as hard as possible against the walls. I just stood there paralyzed by the suddenness of the changes while Kestn bravely stopped leaning against the dirt walls and peered into the hole. “It’s a tube. It looks like a slide, are you ready?” “Huh? What are you talking about? What do you mean?” I gasped out, in one breath. “Oh Annabella you know what I mean. For this.” And with out another word he just jumped in to the gaping hole, leaving me, and then as if his stupid act gave me strength, without hesitation I followed. ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ At the same time, back at the castle training grounds stood captain Kruner, Looking down at his cadets, with cold black lifeless eyes that gleamed hungrily. He abruptly barked out in a harsh violent voice. “You know what to do, You have a mission to find the princess before anyone else does. You report to me and only to me. ” He paused to lick his vein lined lips. Then continued “You will be separated into comand groups, each of you assigned with a different location, you bring the princess back alive, as for her companion either way would make no difference. You will be in disguise, no one is to know of your true identities, understood?!!" "Sir, yes Sir" answered the crowd of 300 men. "Dissmissed!", shouted captain Kruner, as he walked out of the training grounds. There, waiting at the door that leads to the castle grounds was King Garthus the first, mearly nodding as Captain Kruner came up to him to give details on the plans. They ajourned to the banquet hall, met there by Prince Garthus the second. There they sat at a smaller table and started discussing the matters of Princess Isabella. "She's not alone, we know that for sure" started Captain Kruner. "How can you be so sure of that?" Rebudled Prince Garthus. "Well two horses were taken out of the stables, and the thieves in disguise i sent said she was seen with a male at the time of the attack, but the other one didn't come back alive, it seems Princess Annabaella has a guard with her." "Is that a good thing?" "It depends on the strength and willingness of the two." "Well we know that they're not going to be willing to come back here" said King Garthus, speaking for the first time, "They specifacally ran away because of the fact that we were going to give Annabella away, I shouldn't have been so thoughtless as to tell Isabella right then, this marriage is crucial so that the Kingdom of Harmony could keep care of our grounds as we try to overthrow the Kingdom of Tranquility. Our plans will have to be postponed." All three men got up and were heading to the exits when a little girl came in, looking red in the face as she handed the King a telegram, and scurried back out. The king looked down at the envelope in his hand, his old yet handsome features screwed up in a scowl. He slowly put his rough hands to the corner of the envelope and started opening it, as he did a round coin fell to the floor. The King didn't mind the coin at first, he just read the letter that was written in an elegant handwriting, It said : Greetings to the current king, I have sent this message so you will have been informed that Prinicess Annabella is being taken care of. You should not be worried or care for her whereabouits. It will be considered wise if you don't send anyone after her, for i garuntee you they will not be returning. This journey is one that should be embarked on without outside help. Let it happen, you won't be able to stop it. -S.H.K. {P.S. I think you will remember the uses of the coin.} The King let out a heavy sigh, but not one of defeat, he picked the coin up and closely examined it. It was as big as the palm of a toddlers hand, a rustic gold color with a picture of a diamond in the middle. Two circles were around it, and in between them were strange symbols, a kind of writing in an unrecognized language. The king silently put both into his pockets and proceeded down the steps leading from the exit. The other two followed, without asking questions. "Send the soldiers out by evening" King Garthus told Captain Kruner in a heavy voice. Chapter 4 I was sliding down a narrow tube, smooth cold stone under me, and the dark figure of Kestn ahead of me. I felt blank as i heard Kestn land with a thump and soon after him was me on the gronud. I stood up and noticed that the ground was the same cold stone of the tube. Looking around, I saw that the walls were high and rough, i couldn't see the cieling though. There were three passage ways out of the hall, I looked uncertainly up at Kestn who was observing our surroundings. He silently gestured to the three passages and and said in a hollow voice "Your choice?" I moved forward toward the one nearest me, the left one. Kestn was following me and as I was about to step through it, he pulled me back, and kicked some rocks into it. After a couple seconds we heard the rocks land. "Well, that went well. You choose next." I said. Kestn went towards the one in the middle and walked in, i followed hesitantly. It seemed as if he knew what he was doing. "Keep quiet Annabella." And so i did, everything was pitch black, I had no idea how Kestn could see where he was going. "Kestn..." I said in a whisper, he quickly hushed me. I could feel him turn around and face me. He came close enough for me to hear his light, quick breathing. I felt my stomach tighten. He took his hands up to my face and put his fingers over my eyes and brushing my cheek as he turned around once again. That was strange because whatever kestn did, now i could see clearly but in a dark turqoise light. There were tall pillars of a lighter turqoise on eiher sides, walls weren't visible. This seemed to stretch on for quite a bit. So we silenltly continued down our path. Kestn was ahead of me, and after several minutes of walking, he slowed down a bit as we saw the end, It was a wall. A blank wall. But in the center chained to it was a figure of a girl around my age, with her face down and her hair covering it. Her dress was tattered. I stood back, but Kestn moved forward and whispered breathlessly "Ilana". Kestn moved closer still, in arms reach of her. I've never seen this side of Kestn before. There was so much i didn't know about him, and i started to get uncomfortable. I moved a little bit to the side for a better view, Kestn was reaching his hand up to her face, Ilana did he say? His fingers rested on her slupmed chin and he rasied it. I could see a sallaw face, dark clear skin, and her wavy auburn hair seemed to fall to her waist. Kestn was giving her a hard gaze, I dont know if the turqoise shade of everything was deceiving my sight or if his eyes glowed for a moment, but abruptly the chains let go and she fell forward on to him. Kestn caught her and gently let her down to the ground. He looked to the corner in which i have slowly backed away to, and said "Come here Annabella, she needs help.", in a deeper voice than was usually his. I slowly started walking towards them and kneeled at his side. He was holding both of her hands in his. I tied my hair back as some of it fell onto my face, and opened my bag to take out a round container with water in it. Kestn helped her sit down, even though she was unconcious. I brought the water up to her mouth and i slowly tipped some in, she swallowed and started stirring as i backed away. She let out a barley audiable gasp and sat up. Her eyes surprised me. They were dark green with yellow encrusted in it. She was enchanting. She looked around at me and Kestn, and putting one of her slender arms on Kestn's shoulder and started to stand. I quickly went to her aid, and helped her up. She stood and I looked up at her, because she was slightly taller than me she was lookindg down. I handed her some more water and she drank, Kestn watching us. He started walking towards the exit and I stayed back to help the girl. So slowly we half limped towards were we came in, as we reached our original entrance we came back into the gray room and my sight came back to normal. Ilana sat down on the edge of the tube. I looked questioningly at Kestn. He simply stated " She can help us, she's a friend." I have full trust in Kestn so I accepted it. We waited around for a couple of minutes while nothing happened. I kept my distance from Ilana. She sighed, looked up at me, and back to Kestn as she said "Who is she?" I was utterly bewildered. Her voice was like a sorrowful ballad, but i couldn't understand what she said. She was'nt speaking in English. "You speak her tongue, too?" She added, as i hestantly looked at Kestn. He replied in the same language, "I needed her to get to you, she isn't useless, she opened the door. Her name is Annabella and she will be joining us on our journey." "Kes...Kestn?" I said hestantly as i saw a look of forboding on Ilana's face. I didn't exactly like her yet, I agree she was intimidating. "Annabella, this is Ilana, you too should be properly introduced. We will be looking for the amulets together." he said. I walked up to Ilana and shook her hand as she kept her dark golden look on me. It was all very awkward. She seemed weak and tired, but i sensed an aura of determined strength around her. She got up and walked towards Kestn, and said in that starnge yet familiar language to Kestn, "Good choice if she's the one that got the door opened. I can feel her power, it's hidden in her emotions. The amulet is this way." She said as she headed towards the last passage. Kestn translated by saying "The amulet is through there. She'll get it herself, just wait here with me." It was the first time me and Kestn were alone since i've met Ilana. A million questions were running through my mind but i couldn't catch any of them. So I just burst out "Kestn what's happening? Who is she? What language is that? How do you know whats going on?!" He came towards me, looked me in my eyes and said in one breath "She's an old friend and she can help us find the amulets, she's not from around here. You can trust her" I didn't know what was going on. I guess I felt hurt that i didn't know about these things, and taken aback with this sudden presense of Ilana. While waiting for her to come back, Kestn explained that the middle passage way was a trap for others seeking the amulets, and Ilana got caught up when she fell for it. About an hour later Ilana came back holding something covered in a dark cloth, and as she came into the hall we were in, she sat in the middle of the foor, and pulled out from an inner pocket another cloth. I came closer, and as she opened the dark cloth a glowing came and when She pulled the cloth completely off, out came another amulet. But not white like the one i had tied around my neck. This one was a deep blue. It looked as if you were looking into the depth of the ocean. Then Ilana unraveled the other lumpy cloth and an amulet of rich brown appeared, and the glowing increased as they were set next to eachother. Ilana told Kestn something, and then Kestn told me to bring my amulet out. I was uncomfortable with revieling it so I didn't take it off. I just let it hang around my neck and as it faintly glowed Ilana stood up and came close to me and held it in her hands, her mistyfing eyes wide. "The white amulet. The amulet of guidance. How did she get it! This one looks for the owner, it can't be found by anyone." She breathed over her shoulder at Kestn. "May it be better she learn what it does and it's powers by herself." Kestn answered. I still didn't understand the graceful way they would talk to eachother, and by this point it was getting exagerating. Interuppting my thoughts, Kestn said, "Well there's four left then." This fact struck me as odd, already three were with us.How hard could it be to find the rest? We were going to find out. Chapter 5

Tell me you would laugh at this? I have a few jokes that made a lot of people laugh but a few people told me "THAT'S HORRIBLE!!!" Joke #1) Why did the man fall down the stairs? *pause* *now screaming* BECAUSE I PUSHED HIM! Joke #2) Why did the cat cross the road? *pause* *now screaming* IT DIDN'T BECAUSE I RAN IT OVER! Joke #3) Why did the cat cross the road? *pause* *now screaming* IT DIDN'T HAVE TO! IT RAPED YOUR MOM! Seriously who doesn't laugh at that stuff? Tell me which one you liked best.

What's your opinion on my poem? Paws The kitten leaps playfully throughout life. His little paws bound around – hop, hop, hop. A cat he becomes, involved in life’s strife. He’s old now and his body shouts, “stop!” The kitten interprets the word ‘pause’ as paws. The cat interprets the world ‘paws’ as pause. You wonder why I present these viewpoints. Optimists and the pessimists, and they’re breakpoints. My friend told me to write a shorter poem, so I did. Any and all comments are appreciated. ~sig~ 7 days without soccer makes one weak ahh... the fourth comment. You do not see what I express. You say that my poem is unresolved, well you got something right there. This is for the reader to wonder about, to think about, to give people something to do a double-take and be like "wait, look at that, it could mean this, but wait it could also mean this," this INSPIRES people, don't you see that? fifth comment*

things moving with no explanation? ghosts? so there has been many incidents that things in my room start moving or swinging, then stop suddenly after a couple seconds. do you think a ghost? here is what happened a month or 2 ago........ i was laying on my bed and my cell phone was charging on the opposite wall from my bed. so i was just watching tv and all of a sudden something made me want to look towards the cell phone charging that was plugged in and laying on the floor and i saw verrrrrryyy slowly the wire (not the phone) that was extra started moving a little up and towards me. then stopped all of a sudden without anything stopping it. and it wasnt like it would fall or anything because it was lying flat on the ground and the extra wire that was laying on the ground was moving. then my dog didnt want to go in my room for a while and was barking at that same wall. next time about a week ago....... i was in the kitchen while everyone was upstairs sleeping i wanted to get something to drink or something so i was downstairs. and also my new kitten and my dog was with me thinking that they would get food. so i got got my drink and i was going to get food for my dog and kitten when i heard a noise coming from the hall where the stairs and front door is. so hearing that noise.. my dog, cat, and i all paused at the same time. then my dog went back to eating after a while and my cat still was looking and all of a sudden ran towards where the sound came from, stayed for a couple minutes and ran back and started eating again. i looked too and i didnt see anyting so i just let it go and went upstairs and went to sleep. today about an hour ago....... i was sitting on my bed and i had a curling iron (not pluged in) with the wire/plug hanging off the edge of the dresser with it touching the ground. then i heard a swishing noise and looked to see the wire swinging rapidly, then stoped all of a sudden. i thought it was my cat so i waited and watched. but after a couple minutes i went downstairs to see my dog and kitten beging my mom for food and they where both down there the whole time. so do you think its a ghost? or someting worse? i know its something, but really im not scared of it at all whatever it is. just curious and i have no intension of trying to comunicate with it... then if it responds.. i would freak out.. thanks for your opinion and if you do think its a ghost do you think it would harm me or my family (including my pets). because it seems very bold but i never been in contact with it. thanks bye

Where should I stay when I visit my friends? I'm visiting the city where I used to live for a four day weekend. I have two invitations, one from a close girl friend and one from the guy I'm dating long distance. At the girl friend's house, I'll sleep on her futon, and her three cats will climb on my head. At the guy's house, I'll sleep in his very posh bed with his very posh sheets. And, you know, with him. At some point during my visit I'd sleep with him anyway, probably more than once. So the bed is nice and the arrangement is convenient. But the length of the visit is what gives me pause. We're sort of "you wanna grab breakfast?" sleeping together, not "you wanna move in?" sleeping together. I'm worried it'll be awkward. I'll want to go out with other friends too, probably without him, so that raises all kindsa questions. Will he assume I'll spend every evening w/him? Will he give me an extra key? For that matter, I'm worried that dodging out on my girl friend to stay over with the guy will be awkward too.

Can someone read my essay? US history... i really need help with it. just give me constructive criticism? Who is to determine what can be endured? Everyone in this world has a body different from another; from their personality to their genetic makeup. General statements about human beings can be established based on studies and statistics but they fail to recognize the difference in each person. A person has an unlimited potential as long as studies have not gained a full understanding of the human body. Basketball players and track stars are thought to be superhuman because of their abilities. Good stamina comes from training and their large lung capacities. However, these abilities came only from their training. Persistence, diligence and practical training resulted in their ‘superhuman’ abilities, not supernatural abilities. If everyone and their bodies are different, then who is to say what is difficult or physically impossible? Everyone’s body does have a limit, but we cannot establish a limit in others when we haven’t reached it in ourselves. No one can really make a definite statement on endurance because not everyone is the same. One can endure anything if they will themselves enough. Pearl Harbor enraged Americans and triggered the desire to fight once again for this country. Young boys out of college were drafted into the army. Young and skeptical, the boys brought with them virtue and camaraderie. Youthful optimism, intense training and use of new weapons confirm that the demands of conventional front-line combat did not approach the practical limits of human endurance. The youth were strong and resilient and they should have been in their prime. The soldiers of WWII were suspicious about European conflict and were critical about slogans like “Making the World Safe for Democracy.” Even so, they prepared for army life. After the events of Pearl Harbor, Americans became enraged and got caught up with the hysteria. Some draftees were ecstatic to get a chance to beat a foreign enemy once again. They were enthusiastic and felt safe with a feeling of US invincibility. Enthusiasm and optimism motivated the soldiers to fight and continue fighting. Some of the draftees and new recruits were not physically fit so training helped ensure success and survival on the battlefield. Marching and running became daily exercises for the soldiers. Soldiers like Private Ed Tipper assumed that the first days of camp were easy. I looked up at nearby Mount Currahee and told someone, ‘I bet that when we finish the training program her, the last thing they’ll make us do will be to climb that mountain’… A few minutes later, someone blew a whistle. We fell in, were ordered to change into boots and athletic trunks, did so, fell in again – and then ran most of the three miles to the top and down again. (Wukovits, 14) They were training to build up their endurance. “On the double” was a euphemism for running and eventually they would go everywhere ‘on the double’. (Harrison, 29) If the men weren’t running or doing calisthenics, they learned to march. Most soldiers detested this constant exercise, especially in the humid summer months. They also had night marches were the men could not pause for water, food or sleep. Commanding officers often checked canteens to make sure soldiers didn’t take a sip. (Wukovits, 14) Also, the strict military life did not allow for any violations of rules. Commanding officers imposed strict penalties for any defiance, usually in the form of physical effort. The officers were trying to instill the fact that a mistake no matter the size could cost a soldier his life. Training usually lasted 10 hours and after an exhausting day, they still had to clean their rifles and their barracks. One soldier who endured the grueling training wrote to his family about it: The culmination of physical training was the requirement that the solder with the rifle and thirty pound pack, negotiate a 1500 foot obstacle course in three in a half minutes. Specific requirements were that he take off with a yell, mount an eight foot wall, slide down a ten foot pole, leap a flaming trench, weave through a water main, climb a ten foot rope, clamber over a five foot fence, swing by a rope across a seven foot ditch, mount a twelve foot ladder and descend to the other side, charge over a four foot breastwork, walk a twenty foot cat walk some twelve inches wide and seven feet off the ground, swing hand over hand along a five foot horizontal ladder, slither under a fence, climb another and cross the finish line in a sprint. (Wukovits, 17) Combat training attempted to recreate conditions soldiers would have to fight in. Life ammunition was used on obstacle courses to simulate battlefield conditions (Wukovits, 14). This was only done to prepare the soldier for combat and because of this a soldier could endure anything. The military food was even made to promote a healthy body with nutritional choices for the solider. The food that was fed to the solders was mean to keep them energized. Packed with 4000 calories a meal, they were very beneficial, however the taste. Soldiers carried packs with them just in case they had needed to eat in a situation where a kitchen wasn’t available. These kits contained enough food for a solder to eat and it met certain nutritional requirements. Their meal consisted of: caned meat bread and peas and some kind of dessert. They also had condiments, spices and other necessitates. It was also in the soldier’s best interest to eat what was given to him. If the soldiers ate what they were supposed to they wouldn’t have felt tired during the combat. The new weapons technology took away much of the physical labor in the battle field. Of course the soldiers themselves would argue that the effort it took to carry, assemble and disassemble such instruments was strenuous, but basic training should have prepared them for it. Hand operated weapons were effective when it came to the efficient elimination of human life. The improvement of flame throwing weapons was extremely deadly. The M-69 spewed gelatinized gasoline that stuck to targets and caused inextinguishable fires and soldiers flesh would incinerate. Also the bazooka and the PIAT (Projector Infantry Anti-Tank) became effective against tanks. Mines and booby traps hid underneath the ground at times even seasoned veterans could not tell where they were located. Also, spherical metallic balls called mines were hid in the soil underneath grass and twigs. Unsuspecting soldiers could have the explosion rip through them in an instant. Incendiary bombs were able to produce an intense fire when exploded. Veiled by surrounding terrain, snipers used opportunities to take shots at unsuspecting soldiers. There were many ways for a soldier to die in the battlefield and because of this many soldiers became helpless. Leinbaugh Campbell wrote, “[their] new-boy illusions of the past two days dissolved in a moment [when confronting battle]”(Wukovits, 27) The German S-mine or “Bouncing Betty” was intended to injure a soldier after the Germans realized that it took at least two men to carry wounded off the field. Planes became more advanced where they could hold more bombs as well as guns. Aircraft roaming the skies could easily spot and destroy enemy artillery units on the ground. (Wukovits, 58) Tanks weren’t much help to any side during the war. Although they were steel plated and thought to protect the inhabitants, they were slow and easily could be taken out by a PIAT. Bazookas and assault rifles made it easier to kill someone without being so close. (Wukovits, 56) Besides improvement in weapons, faster troop transportation made a rapid return to battle possible and supplies to be sent to troops faster. I understand that the horrors the solider faced were great, however I do not believe that it had anything to do with physical endurance. The physical weariness the men experienced was only an account to their not being able to sleep. Many men had nightmares of the war. Capt. Charles R. remembers a “persistent memory…possibly a result of longstanding strain or a feeling that on the basis of having to fight for every hedgerow the war would go on forever”(WWII, 168) Every soldier felt a fear of death, capture, torture or worse. The men underwent several psychological traumas and developed disorders like “shell shock” and “combat fatigue” but none of which had to do with any extreme physical stress. Shell Shocked soldiers posed a danger to other troops. As mention before, basic training was meant to cover the physical training but nothing could prepare the soldiers for what was coming next in the battle field. William Manchester describes his reaction of killing his first man. I shot him with a .45 and I felt remorse and shame. I can remember whispering foolishly, ‘I’m sorry’ and then just throwing up….I threw up all over myself. It was a betrayal of what I’d been taught as a child. (Military life 151) There is a mental limit inside every human being that cannot permit killing another human being. There are many ways to predict the onset of such distress. War doctors tried to lessen the impact of their mental devastation at first by shipping them back to the United States. Then they figured that by placing men in supportive units, they would be able to quickly counteract the disorder. However, mental barriers are hard to break. Many broke down and refused to continue. By making secret pacts with comrades, soldiers would agree to injure each other to escape the horrors of front line combat. Others would purposely walk into enemy fire or stick their bodies out of a trench to purposely get shot at. (History in Dispute, 50) War doctors predicted that a man could take no more than 120 days of combat before he broke down. ( SORCE?) The demands of conventional front-line combat did not approach the practical limits of human endurance. By 1945 soldiers weren’t feeling the effects of a lack of physical endurance. They had trained of war in basic training, it was the mental stress that caused the ominous fatigue that slowed the soldiers.

My cat gave birth ten hours ago. Now she won't stop crying. she only pauses when you pet her. Is she fine? She even leaves her kitten to go looking for people. She's not hungry, I have fed her. She's been to the litter box.

Find his scene on youtube please...? From Robin Hood: Men in Tights Robin Hood: Blinkin, listen to me. They've taken the castle! Blinkin: I thought it felt a bit drafty. Cor, this never would have happened if your father was alive. Robin Hood: He's dead? Blinkin: Yes. Robin Hood: And my mother? Blinkin: She died of pneumonia while... oh, you were away... Robin Hood: My brothers? Blinkin: There were all killed by the plague. Robin Hood: My dog, Pogo? Blinkin: Run over by a carriage. Robin Hood: My goldfish, Goldie? Blinkin: Eaten by the cat. Robin Hood: [on the verge of tears] My cat? Blinkin: Choked on the goldfish. [pause] Blinkin: Oh Thanks for the help!!! sorry the last line is Blinkin: Oh, it's good to be home, ain't it, Master Robin?

Can you read my story and tell me what you think? Is this a good write for an 11 year old so far? Only read if you have read atleast 1 warrior book: Chap. 1 Foxfur was stalking the only prey she’d seen in her leaf-bare days, a tasty looking rabbit. In a few heartbeats she would have it in her jaws, proudly taking it to Thunderclan. She jumped, but the ground under her paws gave way and she fell into blackness, screaming all the way. She felt a paw prodding her side “Stop moaning in your sleep Foxfur…” Moontail, her best friend sleepily muttered. “You’re going to wake Bounceheart and Sunstreak if you keep going…” Foxfur sat up, still shaken from her dream. “Sorry.” she mewed quietly. “I had another nightmare”. Moontail sat up with concern in her sapphire eyes. “You’ve been having those a lot lately.” She mewed. “Maybe you should go to Leafpool and Jaypaw’s.” Sunstreak and Bounceheart sleepily got up and stretched, but opened their eyes when they saw Moontail. “Moontail!” Bounce heart exclaimed. “You’re supposed to be in the dawn patrol, they’re about to leave! Hurry up! Moontail jumped up. “I completely forgot! Thank you Bounceheart! The black cat sped off, her pelt glistening from the dew that fell on her back. The groups of cats laughed as they saw Cloudtail, her former mentor, give her a speech about being late for the patrol. “Next time you’d better come earlier. Great Starclan, we almost started without you.” His fur bristled. “That’s never happened unless the cat was injured. You four have just become warriors. Don’t screw it up for yourselves” He playfully scolded her. “I’m sorry Cloudtail.” Moontail quietly spoke and glanced at Foxfur, telling her to go to Leafpool and Jaypaw’s den. Foxfur rolled her eyes and nodded. She stretched and walked over. * * * “And are there any other dreams that you have had?” Leafpool asked anxiously. “Yes... One about Spottedleaf coming and saying that the four united will save the clan from chaos, then fire burst from the trees , and the other one is Bluestar saying the bounce fox and the sun and moon will save the forest from great trouble, then disappeared.” Leafpool was silent for a couple heartbeats, and then quietly spoke. “Foxfur, I think Starclan is trying to warn you of something.” “What would Starclan want with me? I’m just another ordinary warrior! You’re the medicine cat, why don’t they send the messages to you?” “You know, its happened to Firestar before he was clan leader, and Brambleclaw.” Jaypaw finally spoke up. Spiderleg limped in the toasty medicine cat’s den. “Ugh, Leafpool, I got this really big thorn stuck on my paw, can you…” He paused when he saw the three cats talking. “Is it a good time to come in?” he asked. “Of course it is, now let me see you paw.” She went to the long limbed cat, but before mouthed the words ‘Come back later’. Foxfur nodded and clumsily stumbled out of the medicine cat den, surprised at the news she had heard. “All cats old enough to catch their own prey come to the highledge for a meeting.” Firestar announced. “He’s probably going to talk about the gathering coming up.” Sunstreak whispered next to her. “I’m sure he is.” Foxfur replied “As you all know, the gathering is coming up, and its time to pick the cats that deserve to go” “Ha I knew it!” Sunstreak whispered again. “Do you want to know who’s coming to the gathering or not?” Foxfur quietly teased. “The cats going are Cloudtail, Squirrelflight, Foxfur, Moontail, Sandstorm, Sunstreak, Bounce heart, Lionpaw, and Berrypaw.” Firestar mewed. “That’s all” “Yes!” it’s the first time we’ve been together in a gathering” Moontail said happily. But Foxfur couldn’t think about anything else but her theory, that the brown-orange she-cat and her friends would be heroes of Thunderclan, heroes of the forest. Chap. 2

Did anyone else catch the subtle clue to the villian of the next Batman movie in "The Dark Knight"? In the scene where Lucius is showing Bruce the new batsuit, and Bruce goes "Will it protect me from dogs?" And lucius says "Well, what are you talking about, a rotweiller or a chihuahua" and Bruce says something like "Big dogs." Then Lucius pauses and says, "Well, it'll protect you against CATS." Ehhh? Anyone else see that as a sly way of mentioning Catwoman in the next film?

should i be worried when my dog does this? When she's eating her food, she will sometimes growl if a person, of one of our cats, gets too close to her food. There's no pause in her eating, and she doesn't move aggressively, it's like a warning to back off. On other occassions, I can reach into her bowl while she eats and she doesn't do anything. Also, when the cats are given their food, she rarely steals from them, even when she can get away with it because no people are around. Sometimes she will reach in and take a bit of their food while the cat continues to eat, and then keep walking. My dog is large, and is a breed known for being aggressive (rotweiler cross, she's not as bulky as pure bred rotweiler's).

Help! Please help me find the the name of that song!!! I only know that it has cat calls in it. . .? There's a song sung by a guy and it goes something like: Makes the girls go *cat call* (pause) *cat call* *cat call* But that's all I know, I've been looking for this song for so long. I think it's start something. . . . please help! My friend says it's start struck but I really don't think it's from Lady gaga and no, sorry it's not good girls bo bad. . . FOUND IT Thanks for your answer but i found the song. . . . it's called star struck, as my friend said but it's not by lady gaga it's by 3oh!3. . .

Do you find this movie scene scary/creepy? INT. A COUPLE'S HOUSE -- NIGHT TOM sits on a couch stroking their black housecat. It is purring softly. TINA, Tom's wife, walks into the room. They are both twentyish. (Brief dialogue scene here...it's too long to actually write) There is a pause in the conversation. Suddenly, a cat that appears to be the exact duplicate of the cat in Tom's arms walks into the room. This is their REAL cat. The couple stare at it blankly, and then the cat Tom is petting springs from his grasp, and runs shrieking from the room on its hind legs. Creepy?

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A tiger walk's into a very busy local's only bar? The bar-man say's, 'what you avin cat breath? (local's giggle, no answer), what you avin cat breath?' (local's giggle, a long pause), then the tiger respond's, 'half a pound of chicken lip's, a leg of salmon, a pint of tooth paste and a packet of p*ss off please!!' the bar-man say's, 'o.k on the house, comin right up, but tell me tiger, what's the long pause for?', the tiger replies, 'to slap you in the face for sellin all these stupid f***in thing's!!!'

pet cat help? every night my cat comes on my bed and bites my covers he shakes but you have to fell him to notice and if you get his teeth of he will pause and when you touch him he meows and bites it again he also moves his back feet up and down and i make sure he has food and water be for bed . oh i also wanted to say when he moves his legs up and down he has his claws out and tries to hug my leg with his back legs he bites them at the bottem of my bed bites the blanket at the bottom only at night

difference between men and women (fairly long)? Handwriting: Men: To their credit, men do not decorate their penmanship. They just chicken-scratch. Women: Women use scented, colored stationery and they dot the "i" with circles or hearts. Women use ridiculously large loops in the "b" and "g". It is a pain to read a note from a woman. Even when she's dumping you, she will put a smiley face at the end of the note. Groceries: Women: A woman makes a list of things she needs, then goes out to the store and buys those things. Men: A man waits till the only items left in his fridge are half a lime and a beer. Then he goes grocery shopping. He buys everything that looks good. By the time a man reaches the checkout counter, his cart is packed tighter than the Clampett's car on Beverly Hillbillies. Of course, this will not stop him from going to the express lane. Relationships: Women: When a relationship ends, a woman will cry and pour her heart out to her girlfriends, and she will write a poem titled "All Men Are Idiots". Then she will get on with her life. Men: A man has a little more trouble letting go. Six months after the break-up, at 3:00 a.m. on a Saturday night, he will call and say, "I just wanted to let you know you ruined my life, and I'll never forgive you, and I hate you, and you're a total floozy. But I want you to know that there's always a chance for us." This is known as the "I Hate You / I Love You" drunken phone call, that 99% of all men have made at least once. There are community colleges that offer courses to help men get over this need. Sex: Women: They prefer 30-40 minutes of foreplay. Men: They prefer 30-40 seconds of foreplay. Men consider driving back to her place part of the foreplay. Maturity: Women: They mature much faster than men. Most 17-year old females can function as adults. Men: Most 17-year old males are still trading baseball cards and giving each other wedgies after gym class. This is why high school romances rarely work out. Magazines: Men: Men's magazines often feature pictures of naked women. Men are turned on at the sight of a naked woman's body. Women: Women's magazines also feature pictures of naked women. This is because the female body is a beautiful work of art, while the male body is lumpy and hairy and should not be seen by the light of day. Most naked men elicit laughter from women. Bathrooms: Men: A man has six items in his bathroom -- a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, a bar of Dial soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn. Women: The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 437. A man cannot identify most of these items. Shoes: Women: When preparing for work, a woman will put on a wool suit, then slip on Reebok sneakers. She will carry her dress shoes in a plastic bag from Saks. When a woman gets to work, she will put on her dress shoes. Five minutes later, she will kick them off because her feet are under the desk. Men: A man will wear the same pair of shoes all day. Let's not talk about how many days he'll wear the same socks. Cats: Women: Women love cats. Men: Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats. Children: Women: A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and soccer games and romances and best friends and favorite foods and secret fears and hopes and dreams. Men: A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house. Dressing Up: Women: A woman will dress up to: go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, get the mail. Men: A man will dress up for: weddings, funerals. Laundry: Women: Women do laundry every couple of days. Men: A man will wear every article of clothing he owns, including his surgical pants (the ones that were hip about eight years ago) before he will do his laundry. When he is finally out of clothes, he will wear a dirty sweatshirt inside out, rent a U-Haul and take his mountain of clothes to the Laundromat. Men always expect to meet beautiful women at the Laundromat. This is a myth perpetuated by reruns of old episodes of "Love American Style." Eating Out: Men: When the check comes, each man will each throw in $20 bills, even though it's only for $22.50. None of them will have anything smaller, and none will actually admit they want change back. Women: When the girls get their check, out come the pocket calculators. Mirrors: Men: Men are vain and will check themselves out in a mirror. Women: They are ridiculous; they will check out their reflections in any shiny surface: mirrors, spoons, store windows, bald guys' heads. Menopause: Women: When a woman reaches menopause, she goes through a variety of complicated emotional, psychological, and biological changes. The nature and degree of these changes varies with the individual. Men: Menopause in a man provokes a uniform reaction - he buys aviator glasses, a snazzy French cap and leather driving gloves, and goes shopping for a Porsche. The Phone: Men: Men see the telephone as a communication tool. They use the telephone to send short messages to other people. Women: A woman can visit her girlfriend for two weeks, and upon returning home, she will call the same friend and they will talk for three hours. Richard Gere: Women: Women like Richard Gere because he is sexy in a dangerous way. Men: Men hate Richard Gere because he reminds them of that slick guy who works at the health club and dates only married women. Madonna: Same as above, but reversed. Same reason. Toys: Women: Little girls love to play with toys. Then when they reach the age of 11 or 12, they lose interest. Men: Men never grow out of their toy obsession. As they get older, their toys simply become more expensive, silly and impractical. Examples of men's toys: little miniature TVs. Car phones. Complicated juicers and blenders. Graphic equalizers. Small robots that serve cocktails on command. Video games. Anything that blinks, beeps, and requires at least 6 "D" batteries to operate. Cameras: Men: Men take photography very seriously. They'll shell out $4000 for state of the art equipment, and build dark rooms and take photography classes. Women: Women purchase Kodak Instamatics. Of course, women always end up taking better pictures. Locker Rooms: Men: In the locker room men talk about three things: money, football, and women. They exaggerate about money, they don't know football nearly as well as they think they do, and they fabricate stories about women. Women: They talk about one thing in the locker room - sex. And not in abstract terms, either. They are extremely graphic and technical, and they never lie. Movies: Women: Every actress in the history of movies has had to do a nude scene. This is because every movie in the history of movies has been produced by a man. Men: The only actor who has ever appeared nude in the movies is Richard Gere. This is another reason why men hate him. Jewelry: Women: Women look nice when they wear jewelry. Men: A man can get away with wearing one ring and that's it. Any more than that and he will look like a lounge singer named Vic. Conversation: Men: Men need a good disagreement to get talking. For instance, "Wow, great movie." or "What are you, nuts? No REAL cop would have an Uzi that size." Women: Women, not having this problem, try to initiate conversations with men by saying something agreeable: "That garden by the roadside looks lovely." "Mm hmm." Pause. "That was a good restaurant last night, wasn't it?" "Yeah." Pause. And so on. Leg Warmers: Women: Leg warmers are sexy. A woman, even if she's walking the dog or doing the dishes, is allowed to wear leg warmers. She can wear them any time she wants. Men: A man can only wear leg warmers if he is auditioning for the "Gimme the Ball" number in "A Chorus Line." Friends: Women: Women on a girls' night out talk the whole time. Men: Men on a boy's night out say about twenty words all night, most of which are "Pass the Doritos" or "got any more beer?" Restrooms: Women: Women use restrooms as social lounges. Women who've never met will leave a restroom giggling together like old friends. Women also go to the restroom in packs, at least two women at a time excuse themselves to use the restroom. Men: Men use restrooms for purely biological reasons. Men in a restrooms will never speak a word to each other. And never in the history of the world has a man excused himself from a restaurant table by saying, "Hey, Tom, I was just about to take a leak. Do you want to join me?"

Does my stepdaughter have a language disability? My stepdaughter who is 5 1/2 recently came to live with us and she seems to be having some language problems. She pronounces words just fine and doesn't stutter or clutter, but she has a lot of problems speaking fluid continuous sentences. A typical sentence for her would be: "My sister...my sister she...Daddy, My sister, she likes cats... and I like cats too." She says short phrases with pauses between them and then repeats them several times before getting to the end of the sentence. The effect is that it takes her a really long time to make her point. I would expect that more if she were nervous for example, but most of her speech is like that. She's normal in all other ways, maybe a little bit behind in kindergarten curriculum because of the home situation she was in before moving in with us, but is bright and is catching up quickly. Are her speech problems just the result of not having good parental help before or could she have some language or neurological disorder? I've had both her teacher and a good friend who's a nanny say that her speech isn't typical for her age. Her 3 year old sister seems to speak more fluidly than she does. We're going to look into taking her to a speech pathologist. I was just wondering if anyone had information on the speech and language areas in the brain ( Broca's area I think?) .

I read this online. Thought you all would appreciate a good laugh!? Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my illness, I always sense my boss thinks I am lying. On one occasion, I had a valid reason, but lied anyway because the truth was too humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on my crown. The accident occurred mainly because I acceded to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty. Initially the new acquisition was no problem, but one morning I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen. “Ed! the garbage disposal is dead. Come reset it.” “You know where the button is.” I protested through the shower (pitter-patter). “Reset it yourself!” “I am scared!” She pleaded. “What if it starts going and sucks me in?” (Pause) “C'mon, it'll only take a second.” So out I came, dripping wet and buck naked, hoping to make a statement about how her cowardly behavior was not without consequence. I crouched down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last action I remember performing. It struck without warning, without respect to my circumstances. Nay, it wasn't a hexed disposal drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, clawing playfully at the dangling objects she spied between my legs. She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I took the bait under the sink. At precisely the second I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws. Now when men feel pain or even sense danger anywhere close to their masculine region, they lose all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements. Instinctively, their nerves compel the body to contort inwardly, while rising upwardly at a violent rate of speed. Not even a well trained monk could calmly stand with his groin supporting the full weight of a kitten and rectify the situation in a step-by-step manner. Wild animals are sometimes faced with a “fight or flight” syndrome. Men, in this predicament, choose only the “flight” option. Fleeing straight up, I knew at that moment how a cat feels when it is alarmed. It was a dismal irony. But, whereas cats seek great heights to escape, I never made it that far. The sink and cabinet bluntly impeded my ascent; the impact knocked me out cold. When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics snorted as they tried to conduct their work while suppressing their hysterical laughter. At the office, colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk. “What's the matter, cat got your tongue?” If they had only known.

Does Anyone Think They Can Get All My Analogies? The object is to get all my analogies correct, whoever does gets best answer.(They start out easy but get way harder)[Must be the exact word or so close they both would work perfectly] 1. Dog:Cat::Cat:_____ 2. Rain:Life::Heat:_____ 3. Commas:Pause::Colons:_____ 4. Gum:Choke::Water:_____ 5. Basketball:Sport::Golf:_____ 6.(this one is really hard and I'm giving a little lean-way so if you get close on this one then you get it.) Book:Knowledge::Literature:____ Thanks for taking the time to do this and I hope someone gets these and if someone doesn't I will give the closest to them all the Best Answer. Good Luck!

My girlfriend's Brother is mounting domestic cat heads. Is this normal? Legal? I have a situation with my girlfriend of 6 months that I don't know quite how to deal with. First, let me start by saying she is a lovely girl, but her family is ... odd. She still lives at home and their house is located deep in the woods down here just outside Satsuma, FL. I was over there for the first time yesterday and I am extremely weirded out. The house is more like a log cabin and it is in the middle of nowhere. It is off the main power grid and they have to use a generator for electricity. Her parents don't work and are extremely overweight. Her brother is a mortician and has always given me the creeps. So then while I was over there yesterday I was on my way to the back porch when I passed by her Brother's bedroom. When I turned and glanced in, I was shocked. I saw... what must have been 50, to 100, cat heads mounted on small plaques hanging on his bedroom wall. I paused because at first I didn't realize what they were...I was like...does this guy have puppets hanging on his wall? So I took one step into the room and realized that I was looking at kittens and cats- Some of them had terrified looks on their faces, while others looked very stoic and regal- There eyes were all extra glazed and the whole thing just shook me up. So then, when I returned to the living room I said t

Cat Lover or not, this is hysterical! It was emailed to me and I would like some other opinions on it...lol? Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I'm lying. On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because the truth was just too darned humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury, and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I reasoned, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on the top of my head. The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty. Initially, the new acquisition was no problem. Then one morning, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen. "Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it." "You know where the button is," I protested through the shower pitter-patter and steam. "Reset it yourself!" "But I'm scared!" she persisted. "What if it starts going and sucks me in?" There was a meaningful pause and then, "C'mon, it'll only take you a second." So out I came, dripping wet and butt naked, hoping that my silent outraged nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behavior as extremely cowardly. Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last action I remember performing. It struck without warning, and without any respect to my circumstances. No, it wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects she spied hanging between my legs. She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the sink. And, at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws. I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, blindly rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a kitten hanging from my masculine region. Wild animals are sometimes faced with a "fight or flight" syndrome. Men, in this predicament, choose only the "flight" option. I know this from experience. I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent. The impact knocked me out cold. When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Now there are not many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying on the kitchen floor butt naked in front of a group of "been-there, done-that" paramedics. Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while trying to suppress their hysterical laughter . . . and not succeeding. Somehow I lived through it all. A few days later I finally made it back in to the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me about my head injury. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk about, which it was. "What's the matter," they all asked, "cat got your tongue?" If they only knew! Why is it that only the women laugh at this? Hope your week is better than his!!!

Do You Like My Story? FYI, It's about a cat!! :)? I have spent my life being adored, loved, and petted. I have been called beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, and perfect. I have been driven to Paris, New York, Guatemala, and Hollywood. I have been fussed over by superstars all over the world. I am on the front covers of People, Star, Ok, and Cat Fancy. I have met the President of the United States, Guam, and Iraq; the Queen of England; and the rulers of Germany and France. I have been onstage with Brittney Spears, Angelina Jolie, the Jonas Brothers, Brad Pitt, and Beyonce. I have modeled clothing from Calvin Klein, Kenneth Cole, Ralph Lauren and Liz Claborne. I have eaten foods from around the world: calamari, caviar, and fried chicken liver with a pinch of salt, nutmeg, and lemon flavoring (just the way I like it). Many adoring fans watch me as a wake, eat, sleep, dress, and walk. People photographers watch day in and day out for a small mishap, like having liver all over my face after looking up from my silver and pink monogrammed and specially engraved diamond bowl with the cute little emerald bows on the side or tripping on my chocolate brown dress with the long train and falling on the ground, messing my dress and freshly groomed hair. I must say, it is rather tiring to be famous, not that it is not fun, of course. But I must draw the line somewhere. Just yesterday I was reading in Tiger Beat, a teen magazine that is mostly about teen stars, that I was the most famous cat in the whole world. Now, the “most famous” part I do not mind, but being called a cat is not satisfactory, especially not after a huge breakfast of deviled eggs, and warm muffins. Just because I have to look up at people and have a lighter color of hair than most (it’s, like, almost white) does not mean I am a quote un-quote “a cat”. Where do they get this stuff? That’s, like, almost as bad as being called a midget. See what I have to put up with day after day? I have never looked in a mirror or at any of my pictures. I find it quite alarming how it turns my energy way down and I can never focus on my work. I mean, one time I looked in the mirror before a show and got the biggest shock of my life. Whoever had dressed me had done a really good job at decking me out for Halloween because I looked like a cat….a cat wearing my blue sequined mini. I have to say I took no time in calling my agent and firing the woman that thought it was funny to dress me in a Halloween costume before I was about to do a show. Just to tell you, that night, I was so upset, I almost spilled my double chocolate chip frappicino and I only get one of those a year (my agent thinks I will get to high on sugar and die, poor dear). After that small setback in my career I promised myself, no more pictures, no more mirrors, no more reflections in pools. I do not need to get myself overworked before a show. Today, I have my biggest show yet. My agent and I are going to speak at Idol Gives Back, a “helpful” version of the much famous American Idol. I totally have to wear my new strapless dress. First of all it is purple, the color of royalty and second it makes be look about three years older. My agent and I travel all over the world talking about the time I saved the Prime Minister of China from eating poison liver(yawn), the time I saved Anne Hathaway from choking on a overly huge sour grape(no big, honestly), and the time I saved Dakota Fanning from a burning house(now that was cool). My agent has to do all the talking for me due to a birth effect that leaves me squeaking like a baby when I try to talk. I have trained my agent on exactly what to say and when to pause to let my jump in. Normally, I would let my agent do all the talking, but the audience loves it when I jump in with my own opinion. It doesn’t really matter what I say, just that I say something (I usually just limit myself to one word at each pause). Yet, I still do not see why there is the resounding “Awwwwwwww” that follows each word I utter. Today is the day. It is November 13, and after a two-year boycott, I have decided to look in a mirror. I mean, I am only going to meet the new president. I honestly cannot trust my make-up artists to make me look as fabulous as a can be. I must look in a mirror. I have dressed my best today. My navy-blue sailor suit looks beautiful with my white rain boots (they actually look good) and my hair is styled to perfection with little navy hair clips. Nothing can go wrong. I might even suggest to my make-up artist that I should wear a little mascara that my agent always wears, or maybe some lipstick. I am totally closing my eyes as I walk up to the mirror. I know my agent and make-up artist are right behind me but I am still nervous. My nose touches the mirror and I make a mental reminder to ask my make-up artist for a face-lift or a nose job, my nose is just to flat. I hear my agent counting down behind me. Three…Two…One…I open my eyes and…see a cat. I spin around, blink, then look back in the mirror, the cat is still their. Maybe I’m losing it. It is nowhere near Halloween and I watched my make-up artist carefully as she helped dress me. My agent scratches my head and I understand in terror that I am a cat. I am a cat… that means I have to start using a litter box, eating cat food, and going out without cute outfits. I break free of my agents grasp and run to my ruby encrusted Mac book. I carefully go to the Internet. I must research right away, causes that turn a perfectly famous person into a cat. Do you know what this means. I can never leave the house again. I am no longer a short person with a strange birth defect, now I am a cat. I must go curl up in my pink and yellow plush bed and think about these strange happenings.

Cat lover or no, I hope you laugh silly with this one, rate it please? We've all had trouble with our animals, but I don't think anyone can top this one: Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I'm lying. On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because the truth was just too darned humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury, and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I reasoned, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on the top of my head. The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty. Initially, the new acquisition was no problem Then one morning, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen. "Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it." "You know where the button is," I protested through the shower pitter-patter and steam. "Reset it yourself!" "But I'm scared!" she persisted. "What if it starts going and sucks me in?" There was a meaningful pause and then, "C'mon, it'll only take you a second." So out I came, dripping wet and butt naked, hoping that my silent outraged nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behavior as extremely cowardly. Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last action I remember performing. It struck without warning, and without any respect to my circumstances. No, it wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects she spied hanging between my legs. She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the sink. And, at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws. I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, blindly rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a kitten hanging from my masculine region. Wild animals are sometimes faced with a "fight or flight" syndrome. Men, in this predicament, choose only the "flight" option. I know this from experience. I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent. The impact knocked me out cold. When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Now there are not many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying on the kitchen floor butt naked in front of a group of "been-there, done-that" paramedics. Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while trying to suppress their hysterical laughter......and not succeeding. Somehow I lived through it all. A few days later I finally made it back in to the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me about my head injury. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk about, which it was. "What's the matter?" They all asked, "Cat got your tongue?" If they only knew! Why is it that only the women laugh at this? Hope your week is better than his!!!!!!!!!! hahahahahaha red scopian, that was a hysterical but highly appropriate visual there hun rofl

A Cat's Christmas........? 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. 'Cuz the cat had pounced on him and tore him apart- Ate his mousey intestines And chewed up his heart. Kitty thought he heard sleigh bells, which made him take pause- He stopped daintily licking the blood from his claws. "Must be Santa" thought Kitty (that quite clever cat) 'Cuz nobody else climbs down the chimney like that. Indeed it was ol' Santa, so jolly and fat With a load of presents and all for the cat! "Wow, the best Christmas ever!" Kitty thought with a purr, Then he coughed up a hairball and shed some more fur.

Need some opinions on my story please? (Sorry its so long but here it is, your opinion please and thank you!) Beast By Allison Renick The cat is a wonderful and amazing creature. They have got a gloriously glossy coat, cute little muzzles, and a heart bigger than their head. When I was in the Bermuda Triangle with my mother there were cats, but not exactly the kind you would have sleep next to you at night… I remember this story all to well; my mother was a scientist who studied extinct animals, while also trying to find new species of animals. She had always wanted to study in the Bermuda Triangle because not many people have been to the Bermuda Triangle to study the different types of animals, let alone, try to find any new species. My mother had finally been offered the opportunity, after sending letter after letter, a chance to study in the Bermuda Triangle, and I was going to miss her a lot…until she invited me to come. I freaked out, in a good way, and swiftly packed my bags, for we would be leaving the very next day. Our plane took off around five o’clock a.m. and we hadn’t arrived until at least ten o’clock p.m. the next day. During our flight, I had sat looking out the window of the plane while listening to my iPod. After I was bored with listening to my iPod, I imagined silvery dolphins swimming through the oceans of clouds and leaping up higher into the sky as if chasing a fish. As our plane neared the island, I felt as though something might happen, good or bad I didn’t know. I didn’t think much of this strange feeling as our plane landed on the tarmac. My mother and I got off the plane and almost immediately went to our small cabin deep in the tropical jungle. The small rooms of the cabin were not exactly the nicest living quarters, but it would have to do. This was the place that we would be spending our lives at for the next three months and calling home, or so I thought. After getting all settled in our three room, one bath cabin, I decided to go outside and explore the area around our cabin. I didn’t bother to tell my mother, because she would tell me no and that it was too dangerous. I stepped outside and started to walk around the clearing where our cabin was located. It was a large, bright, and clear oval shaped space surrounded by trees. I thought I had heard rustling in some nearby bushes, and I turned my head towards the lining of trees. I paused, but then kept going and assumed it was just a bird or squirrel. Eventually, I had walked the whole clearing, memorizing every flower, every blade of grass. I was about to walk back toward the cabin when a dark bramble colored of fur flashed through the bushes beside me. I only had gotten a glimpse of this bolt out of my peripheral vision, so I turned and hoped to get a better look at whatever had dashed in the bushes, but it was gone. I became overly curious and followed a path into the jungle where I thought it may have gone. I walk for about 25 minutes, following that strange path, and just when I was about to give up, I heard music. Very soft music, as if it where only whispering its sweet melody to the still air of the lush jungle. It was beautifully enchanting and mesmerizing. I followed the path until I came to another clearing, but this one was much smaller. The grass was an ideal shade of green and was groomed to perfection, except for on the edges of the circular clear, where the grass stood 2 feet high. Just beyond the tall grass where huge oak trees with red and orange leave that lined the exterior of the clearing. The trees where so big on their tops they acted as a roof to the clearing and the only sunlight that got through was in the middle, where a single ray of evening sunshine shown on a large tree stump. A couple feet out from the tree stump where rocks circling the stump. Atop the stump was a small boy, he looked almost 8 years old. His features were inhuman, almost creepy looking. He had pointed ears and a very slender body. The long limbs of his body almost looked as though they belonged to an 11-year-old. He sat upon that stump, playing a piccolo. He looked up and was startled to see me. I thought he would scurry away, but he just sat there. Soon after an eerily long pause, I took a step forward, and at the movement, the boy quickly hopped off the stump and gracefully ran away in the other direction, his feet barely touching the ground. After I returned to the cabin my mother had scolded me for not telling me that I was going out. She said she would have let me go anyway, but I know she wouldn’t have. After her scolding I went straight to bed, and unsurprisingly, I dreamt of the boy on the stump. I slept in the next day until at least noon. After waking, I got in the small, claustrophobic shower for a quick cleaning. After my shower, I ate a small bowl of Frosted Flakes and went outside to see what my mother was doing. I found her setting up a tent outside the cabin with a bunc

Is my story good? I want to be a writer but I'm scared my stories are dumb, also, they are kinda short to be a novel, and i have a website for people that have stories or poems and want people to read them, u can email them and I'll post them : freewebs.com/stories2share thanks! Survive This is my newest short story, I hope you enjoy it! Also, I like writing action-y weird stories, but don't think I'm some disturbed-weird person because I like watching action, thriller and scary movies and they give me new ideas for stories. lol Part 1 The music was blaring. Everybody swayed to the beat of the music and some people danced. Blue disposable cups swarmed over every surface possible in the main rooms people were in: the living and family room, the basement, and the loft. Amanda ran upstairs to find her friend in the master suite bathroom, the birthday boy, Eric, talking to some girl. It was his sixteenth birthday party, his birthday really was a few weeks ago, but they had to have the party this late. She swung open the door when she heard his voice; Eric holding some large bottle, drinking it, but she couldn't tell what it was until he moved his arm and it said " Tequila" and some fancy name underneath. "Eric." She said through her teeth, "what is that you are drinking?" "Something," he replied. "Eric, why are you drinking? Beer is ONE thing, but tequila is another! You know you have to drive me home tonight! Put it down!" She glared at him, then slammed the door. Amanda tromped down the stairs, avoiding the dancing people and ran out the door. She got outside and sat on the bench, she dialed Sam's number and waited for her to answer. "Hi Sam!" She shouted over the loud music in the background. Sam was in the house at the party too, but Amanda didn't feel like searching for her since she was really stressed out. She said hi too, when Amanda and heard her swallowing something and wondered if she was drinking too. Ignoring it she said "I found Eric drinking something. Alcohol. So what do you think of that?" "It's really not that big of a deal, everybody drinks Amanda. Lots of kids snuck them from Eric's parent's bar." Sam said. "I don't care! I know I might be sounding corny to you Sam but we are underaged and we have to drive home! And if we get caught, half of us don't even have our licenses, only our permits..." after she said that, Amanda closed her phone. She marched right over to the front door and made the biggest entrance she could make. Amanda searched the whole house and found thirteen people drinking, and snatched their bottles and dumped the drinks down the drain. After that, she filled them all at different levels as before with water, luckily they were all dark bottles so you couldn't really tell about colors. Oh, the suprise the kids will get when they try drinking it again, but then again, what about Eric's parents? Oh well, the kids had to drive back, and I don't want anybody to get hurt... She met with all of her friends in the backyard around 10:30. She saw Eric come through the backdoor with a bottle again, and was drinking it. He was so drunk, he couldn't even tell he was drinking water! "Why did you take our drinks Amanda? " Eric said, "You know, like everybody is so mad at you." Then they started talking about how they were going to hunt her down and beat her up...? "I can't believe you." She mumbled under her breath. They couldn't hear her, but even if they could like, they would even remember it. Then, everyone started talking to each other with their hand in front of their face like they didn't want Amanda to hear, and then snatched her cup of punch and hid behind the bushes. "You guys are acting so childish!" she yelled. Then they came back. "We SWEAR we didn't do anything to your cup." Eric said. She asked "Then why did they take it in the first place!" But like she really believed that they didn't do anything to it. They kept getting closer to her and said "Drink it! Drink it!". If she told them she knew they did something to it, then they would be mad at her, and then they'd say she didn't trust them. Only one cup of stuff she told herself, one BIG cup of stuff. She couldn't decide, what would my parents think? But that was later and this is now, my friends in my face. She felt every second tick by. Amanda picked up the cup from Sam's hand, and drank it. She knew her parents would be really mad at her. After that, she really couldn't decide whether or not she was their friends anymore for what they did to her. Part 2 Next, she went to the park with her friends. Marc, Eric and Hannah rode in Marc's car, and Sam and Amanda walked. she insisted they didn't put one foot in the car after drinking, but thankfully they made it in one piece. Marc and Hannah sat on the end of the double-seated slide. The rest of them sat on the ground . "So what do you think our parents will do when they see us like this?" Amanda asked. "You mean if they see us," Eric said. Amanda sort of did a glare at him, and shouted "It's your faults! You drank, and snuck liquor in my punch!!!" even though she knew she still chose to drink it knowing they did something to it. Luckily, when Eric passed out then, he was sitting down already. You pig, she thought. Everybody knew Eric drank the most out of all of them. When they were talking again, Hannah passed out in the middle of a sentence. Sam and Marc started arguing until Sam punched Marc in the face and he was knocked out. "Just you and me now Amanda" Sam said, "Amanda, what do we do now? I mean look at all of us..." There was a long pause. "Well, I give up." Amanda said to Sam, and layed on the soft grass, then looked over at her, but she was already curled up too on the ground, sound asleep. When Amanda woke up, she tried to stretch and squirm and she opened and closed her eyes in the pillow to get them used to being awake. She yawned, and sat up. It was dim. She reached for her cell phone to check the time when she saw she wasn't at the park, or even at home. Amanda saw bars, she was in a jail cell. She saw a skeleton under her bed and gasped, ran to the corner of the room and gagged. She looked down at herself and saw she was in a grimy t-shit and shorts that were black and white striped. Some uniforms they have here, Amanda thought. It was a tiny cell. She ran to the divider and tried to dig a little bit of plaster stuff out to make a hole to see through. She looked and saw Hannah on the other side. She looked up and saw there was just enough space to the ceiling so she could climb over, so she did. Amanda ran to the side of the bed where Hannah was, and she noticed that Hannah was still sleeping. She shook her to jar her out of sleep, but she didn't budge. Then she smacked her across the face. "Gosh!" she yelled, and opened her eyes to see who it was and her eyes widened, she realized too that she wasn't at home. "Shut up," Amanda snapped quietly and put her hand over Hannah's mouth. "We're in jail...I think. Look over there, see those bars? We are in cells, but it might not really be a jail, because I found and old body under my bed, they can't really do that, can they?" She whispered, and took her hand off of her mouth so she could reply. Just incase it was a real jail, Amanda treated it like a real jail. She climbed over the divider, back to her cell and sat on the bed. "Hello! I would like to make my phone call now!" Then upstairs she heard heavy foot steps, boots, and they trailed heavily and slowly down the stairs until a man appeared at the bottom, in front of Amanda's cell. "You won't be makin' any phone calls here," The man said. he was dressed in a police uniform, should she believe him? Was he really a police officer? He denied her a phone call, so it mustn't be. "Where am I? Is this a real jail? When can we go home-" "Shut up!" He snapped. "Let me out!!!" Amanda yelled back. The man turned around and then paused when he heard Amanda start to sob, then when he heard what it was, he continued up the stairs. Amanda got off the floor, brushed herself off, and whispered "Don't worry." to Hannah's cell. Through the hole in the wall, she saw Hannah crying. I have to think, how am I going to get out of here? She sat on the bed softly because she remembered it creaking last time she sat down. My retainer! She said in her head. Amanda knew her retainer cost over a hundred bucks, but she had to get out, her mom would understand. She took it out of her mouth and twisted the wires into a stick shape as straight and not kinked as possible. She walked in front of the door and knelt to eye height with the lock and attempted to pick the lock. She remembered doing less complicated locks a few years ago, like her sister's room... and her sister's diary, when...CLICK. She cheered in her head and smiled. She opened the door as small as possible just enough to squeeze through, to reduce creaking noises. She walked quickly to Hannah's cell and studied the outside lock. It was really easy, there was just a lever to pull at the very top, but out of reach because a board blocked the openings of the bars to the person on the inside the cell, then Amanda walked into Hannah's cell. "Hannah, I got out, and I got you out now, just get up, we're free!" She walked toward Hannah and shook her, but when she did, Hannah's head was separated from her neck and it smacked onto the ground. She stepped back and screamed with hot air coming from her mouth instead of noise. Part 3 Then, Amanda got up, closed the cell, and went to find her other friends. The next cell was Marc's, get out!"She said in a strong voice before she ran to free the others. At the end of the room, they saw a pile of their clothes, and they grabbed them and quickly put them on. There was also a window that was big enough to crawl out of. Everyone waited for each other to get out, until-BANG! It sounded close. Amanda turned around and saw two men, one of them was the one she saw already, they were both dressed in police uniforms, and they both had guns. "Frank, should I tranq' 'em?" the new guy said. "Yep! Get them John!" Then he tried firing, but he missed the first one, but the next four shots, he got them. The lights shined bright, and Amanda woke up. A short nervous moan brought her back to it. Her head was pounding, and she thought she must have bumped it really hard when she hit the ground. Oh no! She realized, I was tranquilized where am I now? Then, she tried lifting herself, but she couldn't lift past her waist. She looked down and saw that her wrists, ankles, and waist was tied down to a table. She opened her mouth to scream, but it was muffled, there was a cloth tied around her mouth as a gag. Amanda looked around and she saw Marc, Sam, and Eric all tied up too. They were all awake too. Amanda didn't understand it. How could someone be so cruel? What did they want from us? What did we do to deserve this? Amanda looked over at Sam and saw that her leg was bleeding, she was the one moaning, and she still moaned while she squirmed. Amanda kept chewing at her gag to get it off, and did. Amanda kept squeezing her wrists back sideways through the cuffs and they were burning, and red, until she finally got one off, reached over, and untied the other cuffs. Amanda jumped off of the table and freed Eric, Amanda was limping over to Sam's table when she realized that she was limping, she looked down at her ankle and it was bleeding, her ankle was out of place, and she could see it poking through the skin, she noticed Sam, Eric, Marc all had injuries too. She painfully popped it backThey all trudged together through the nearest door. SNAP. They all heard a cord snap followed by tick, tick, tick. Out in the hall area, there was a TV, a cartoon appeared on the screen. It was a creepy looking kangaroo with a smirk on its face and it said "Hello. Welcome to the house. Try to get out by 6 AM and you won't be locked in forever. But there are some traps throughout it, so you better watch ooouuu-out. They noticed a little note card on the side of the TV. Eric picked it up and read it aloud: Beware of the maze, which is really the house. Go quickly and quietly like a little mouse. If you don't hurry and strive for freedom with each other, then don't even think about seeing your father or mother. The TV shut off and they assumed the cord set the timer. The clock on the side of the TV flicked to 12:06, there was six hours left. They went around the corner. "Should we split up, or stay together?" Eric asked. Everyone shrugged at the same time. Eventually, they decided that they should split: Eric and Marc, and Amanda and Sam. Then every body would use their cell phones and call each other when they found the exit and give directions to help the others find the way out. There was a split in the hallway. Sam stood at one end, and Mark stood at the other, while Eric and Amanda stood in between. Amanda looked into his eyes and said "Eric... be safe. Use your heads so you don't get killed. Goodbye." Then they split up and went down their paths. "So it's just you and me now Amanda. If they die, then we would loose three of our friends! I can't take that!" Sam said. And Amanda noticed that her voice broke. "How can this happen to us? What did we do to deserve this? It's not fair!" Amanda said, and then softly, with her head down "It's not fair." Back and forth, around corners, dead ends, it seemed like there was no escape. Sam happened to look over and saw Eric looking down, but Marc wasn't with him. "Where's Marc?!" Sam yelled. "I don't know! I was walking, and happened to look around and Marc wasn't there anymore. I started looking for him, but all I saw was a trail of blood, but it stopped at a dead end, but he wasn't there! There was so much, like he couldn't possibly be alive anymore! What did they do with him?!" "Oh my gosh! See I knew something would happen! I told you!" Sam screamed. "It isn't my fault Marc wandered off!" Eric yelled back. Amanda caught a shiny glimpse of something in the corner of her eye as she turned away. It was Marc's cell phone! She ran over to it and said "Look!'' to everyone. She picked it up and flipped it open, and she saw that it was dead. She got her cell phone out to see the time: 2:27, when she saw she had a voicemail. Amanda called her voicemail, "You have one-new-voice-message. First message, sent at 2:16 AM. From "Marc". "Amanda! Heeelp! I'm being-" End of message." Everyone was frozen. It was so loud that everyone else heard. Amanda closed her phone with her face blank and frozen and slipped it back into her pocket. "They must have put it here on purpose." Eric said. Part 4 Amanda almost threw up. She couldn't take that already two of her friends were gone. Then she looked over at Sam and Eric. Not them too. Or what if I'm next. Amanda thought. "Guys, guys! Pull yourselves together! I'm really sorry to tell you that they are gone! They aren't coming back! It's two thirty So be quiet, suck it up and save yourselves while we still have the chance!" Eric yelled, but after he said it, you could tell on his face that he felt sorry for yelling at them. But still even after he said that, Amanda still had a secret crush on him. "We should stick together this time, three heads are better than one!" Amanda said. "How about we stand on each other to see where the exit is!" Sam said. "How about-the walls go up to the ceiling!" Amanda said, "Sorry... I'm just really tired." "It's okay Amanda, I am too. I understand." Sam said. They turned around the corner and there was a door. "We made it out!" Sam and Amanda jumped, and Eric looked overly happy. Eric opened it and the smile dropped. Amanda and Sam came to his sides to see what it was, because they didn't see sky at the top of the doorway. There was a table with Marc on it, he was dead and his skin was black, he was burned. There was another door behind Marc's table, that had a tiny window, and a sign underneath that said "Caution! Extreme temperatures over 600 Degrees!". "Let's go." Amanda said, pulling herself together. They stepped out of the room and shut the door. CLICK. The voice of the kangaroo came on the intercom, "You know what happens when you don't make it out in time? Carbon Monoxide. Oh and... you better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout I'm telling you why, 'cause a trap is coming up right ahead, watch out." They ran as fast as they could around corners and down more hallways. Then there was and end, but with two doors. They both said "EXIT" on the top of them. "... I'll go in guys." Sam finally said. She stood in front of the left door, her palm hovering over the nob, she was hesitant, even though she always was the daredevil, even over "Big and Bad" and "Manly" Eric and Marc. She stepped inside, turned around, and looked scared, then, the door swung closed. They heard the noise of a machine starting up. Eric started kicking the door, and Amanda kept pounding on it with her fists. They could hear Sam's screams on the other side and a burst of steam rushed out of the crack at the bottom of the door. Her screams ended, and all the noise that was left was sizzling noises, the sound of when you put fries in a frier. "Three." Amanda said, choking back her tears, it was barely audible. "Next it's, it's you, or me..." "Don't you say that Amanda! Don't you ever say that! We are gonna make it home! You hear me?!" Eric shouted. Amanda crashed to the floor. "Just leave me here, go on." She said. "No... now get up." Eric said in a stern, low voice. He waited for her, but when she didn't budge, he sat down next to her. "Don't give up, obviously the exit is the other door. We made it Amanda! Cheer up! I know... we can't just forget about the others... but we just gotta get home. Please, just come on." His eyes welled up to the maximum, and a tear slid down from one eye. Amanda hugged him. "I 'm so glad you guys have been my best friends. If the others were here, I would say the same thing. Thanks." She said, cheering up. They both stood up, and walked out the door. Part 5 They stepped onto the dewy grass behind the house. The sun was just peeping rays of light out, and they watched it come up. BAM. The door made a loud clicking noise, it locked, and you could hear sprays from the inside, outside. They ran as fast as they could, and kept looking behind them to make sure nobody was there. It seemed to them, that they ran for miles, and actually, they probably did. Finally, after hours, they saw the figure of a house or a building. They came uo closer to it, expecting someone would be there. At the front door, they knocked, but nobody answered. They started pounding on the door, but still no one answered. "Should we go in?" Eric asked Amanda, and she shrugged. "Well, this would be breaking an entry. But the guys might have seen us leave on the cameras. We need someplace to hide!" She replied. Eric lifted his foot to kick the door open, and Amanda was over by the window, but it was already opened. There was thick dust caked on everything. "How did someone abandon this house? Like they just went out, but never came back? Everything a normal household needs is here, but its just old." Eric said. They kept wandering around, examining the things that were there. "I found food! Canned food!" Eric said. "But one problem, there's only four cans." "And I found a duster, and a rag!" Amanda exclaimed, and tossed Eric the rag, and they dusted away. It was a tiny house, just one bedroom, with one bathroom, and a living area/kitchen. They were so dirty when they were finished cleaning the house. Amanda took a shower, but she had to let it run for twenty minutes because the water was so old that was stored in the pipes. After that, Eric took a shower. Around seven, they were so bored, there was nothing to do. And they could call, other wise they would have when they arrived, but they couldn't get any reception on their cell phones because they were in the middle on nowhere. They just sat on the couch and talked. "I wonder what our parents are thinking right now. I don't think mine are worrying." Eric said. "Don't say that Eric! They care about you, they were probably upset that you didn't have the house cleaned and ready for them like you were supposed to, but then again, we were kidnapped, so we really couldn't." "Amanda, I'm really sorry I got us all into this mess. If I hadn't started drinking, and helped them put liquor in your punch, this... wouldn't have happened." Eric said. "Yeah, but it was still my fault for drinking it. I still knew you guys did something to it. It's just, I thought that you guys would be mad at me if I said 'no'. There was a long pause. "But I wonder what my parents are thinking too.... My little sister Kelly." "Aww," Eric said, and he wasn't being sarcastic. "Let's get some sleep. We need to get up early in the morning, set your phone alarm for six." Eric said. Amanda nodded and they went to the bedroom. There was a stench and they followed it to the closet in the bedroom, but didn't dare open it. "I'll sleep on the floor." Eric said. "No, I will." Amanda replied. Eric stared at her, and she said "Fine." "Tomorrow we'll try figure things out." Eric said. "Eric, I feel bad about making you sleep on the floor." Amanda said. She pulled her hood up so she wouldn't have to touch the dirty bedding. "Don't. Because tomorrow night, you will." Eric said. They started laughing. "Night." "Good night." Amanda said, as she turned out the light. "Honey." She whispered. "-What did you say?" Eric asked, puzzled. "- Nothing. I said goodnight. Now... goodnight. " And they drifted off to sleep. Amanda screamed, and fell out of the bed and landed on Eric's feet, then she crawled over and turned on the light. Eric moaned. "What is it Amanda? It's like," Eric looked at the clock on the wall, " three in the morning, turn out the light." He said, while he shielded his eyes. " I felt something, touch my face, was it you?" She asked. "No. You were probably just, (yawn), dreaming it." Eric replied "No Eric, I've been drifting in and out of sleep, and that time, I swear I was awake. Something touched my face! " Amanda said, trying not to shout very loud. CLICK. The front door closed. It was very quiet, but in that moment of silence, it was very loud. They bolted over to the window and saw tall grass moving in a trail backward. They left. Eric believed her then. They went out together to the main room and Amanda locked the door. Amanda walked back to the bedroom thinking Eric was behind her, but she turned around and he wasn't. "I'm gonna stay out here, keep an eye out." Eric said. Amanda nodded. Eric sat down on the couch and then stretched his legs out across it. She went to the bedroom and waited twenty minutes, acting like she was sleeping. Amanda didn't want to be alone after this just happened so she went in the living room and lay on the floor. They both went to sleep for the night. Amanda woke up, but Eric was already outside. It was cold early in the morning. "Morning Eric. Why didn't you wake me up?" She asked, but he didn't say anything. He was sitting in a lawn chair, and his back was to her. "Eric?" She asked, and walked around to his other side and he buried his head in his arms and lap. He was crying. She patted his back. "What's wrong?" she asked. He sniffled and wiped his face with his arm and stood up. "I was waiting for you, we can go get some food now. But we have to go fast." He said. She nodded and they left. They found a little garden, some tomatoes and potatoes, and there was an apple tree. They picked some and ran back to the house. They ate and were bored the rest of the day again. That night Amanda slept on the floor and Eric slept on the bed. "Eric!"Amanda yelled. "Some thing touched my face again!" "Again?" He asked. They heard the click again, but this time it was the bedroom door. Eric bolted to the window. "Amanda, get weapons! I didn't see anyone leave! He's outside!" Eric whispered. Amanda ran to the closet. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the stench that was about to come. She opened the door and stepped inside. There was junk scattered on the floor. But in the middle of the closet, there was a bookcase that had nicknacks and pictures. There was on big one. It was a silver picture frame with a picture of a woman. She was elderly, about 65 to 70. On the frame, it said "Mom". She looked so familiar. Amanda realized that it was the sons' mother when she looked at the bottom shelf and there was a double picture frame that had the "police officer" sons. This was their house! Behind the bookcase was a sliding door, she opened it and there was a dozen dead bodies, she saw Marc, Sam, and Hannah's headless body in the closet. Amanda wretched and fell back. Someone caught her. She looked up and it was Eric. He said "What?" She couldn't even get any words out and just pointed, and when he saw it he almost dropped her, so he pushed her back up. They ran out of the room and down the hallway until someone stepped out from around the corner. It was Frank. "Not so fast" he said. Part 6 "Where do you think you're going? Frank said. "Home!" Eric shouted, and kicked Frank in the face. He fell on his back and Amanda jumped on top of him. She punched his face again and again. Then she did one big blow to his stomach repeatedly and Eric kicked his sides and thighs. On one big final punch to his nose and it gushed out blood. She stood up and Eric raised his foot over Franks face. "Should I give him the "death sentence" Amanda?" Eric said. Amanda grabbed him and pulled him to the side. "No."Amanda said, "I know something better, make him suffer like they did until we get the cops!" Then they grabbed him and threw him in the closet. Eric boarded it shut and they ran off. They ran and ran. This time when they ran, they ran to the side, not the direction that they came from. Finally, they came to a dirt road. But there were no cars in sight. They still continued down the street. A car came by. They started jumping around and jumped in the middle of the street. Eric and Amanda looked really dirty, especially their clothes. The little rusty green car stopped at the side of the road, their helplessness appearance must have made them stop to pick up complete strangers. "Thank you so much!" Amanda said. "Do you have a cell phone we can use? Ours died." "No, I'm sorry. But I do have two chargers. (chuckle) I left my cell phone at home. What's your brand?" The man said. "I have a...C6J890" Amanda said. "Okay, I have a C6, see if this one fits." The man handed her the charger and she put it in. "It fits!" The man plugged it in and she turned on her cell phone. She started to dial 9-1-1, but stopped. While the phone rang she asked "What city are we in?... Well, we had some car trouble. We aren't crazy or anything." "Baton Rouge." He said, and looked at her suspiciously. Amanda hung up the phone. What if he thinks something wrong and doesn't believe we were kidnapped? He would kick us out and my phone wouldn't be charged enough. So I'll wait twenty minutes. They just drove down the dirt road, there was nothing on it, it seemed like it went on forever. Finally, she looked at the clock and thirty minutes had passed. "What street are we on?" Eric asked. "Mully road. It connects with Danburt Street, way at the end." "Hello? I need some help! We are on Mully Road by Danburt in Baton Rouge. Send cars, we had been kidnapped, but right now we got a ride! We would like to go home!" Amanda said. "Will do, help is on the way." The operator said. "We'll take it from here." Eric said. And they stepped out of the car at Danburt and Mully. They sat on the side of the road and finally the police cars came. Eric and Amanda got inside the police car and drove to the police airport to be escorted home. On the plane they sat in their seats and ate two meals each. Finally, when they were done they talked. "I can't believe we are finally going home Amanda!" Eric said. "I know!" Amanda replied. "I...I love you." Eric said. "You do?!?" She asked. He nodded. "I love you too." And they went home. Epilogue The parents of the group of friends were all devastated when they found out about what had happened to all of them. Their case made world news. Eric and Amanda stayed together and ended up getting accepted into the same colleges. Amanda majored in art and Eric majored in journalism. All through college they stayed together. Eventually the couple broke up, thinking it was the best thing to do. When Eric and Amanda were both 26, they got back together for three years and got married. Two years later, their case became a movie and became the most popular movie in ten years. Eric and Amanda made money for agreeing to the story and moved into a large house and had three dogs and two cats. Eventually, they had three kids: two girls and a boy and named them Hannah, Sam and Marc. i know they are both bad, im young, i dont support drinking , i was just trying to put it into the view of a lot teenagers where a lot of them drink beer first , im not trying to put in the head of ppl that drinking is ok for young ppl

Hi am looking for a Hip Hop song In da House something!!? The first line of the song is like cat jue(not fat joe) in da house u know and then its like what what what pause ye ye ye and the first line is like you know what i say check in my boots or booze.Would appreciate if anyone could tell me the name of the song.

how many times did u call in sick?wut was ur silliest reason? Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my illness, I always sense my boss thinks I am lying. On one occasion, I had a valid reason, but lied anyway because the truth was too humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on my crown. The accident occurred mainly because I conceded to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty. Initially the new acquisition was no problem, but one morning I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen. "Ed! the garbage disposal is dead. Come reset it." You know where the button is." I protested through the shower (pitter- patter). "Reset it yourself!" "I am scared!" She pleaded. "What if it starts going and sucks me in?" (Pause) "C'mon, it'll only take a second." So out I came, dripping wet and buck naked, hoping to make a statement about how her cowardly behavior was not without consequence. I crouched down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last action I remember performing. It struck without warning, without respect to my circumstances. Nay, it wasn't a hexed disposal drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, clawing playfully at the dangling objects she spied between my legs. She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I took the bait under the sink. At precisely the second I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws. Now when men feel pain or even sense danger anywhere close to their masculine region, they lose all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements. Instinctively, their nerves compel the body to contort inwardly, while rising upwardly at a violent rate of speed. Not even a well trained monk could calmly stand with his groin supporting the full weight of a kitten and rectify the situation in a step-by-step manner. Wild animals are sometimes faced with a "fight or flight" syndrome. Men, in this predicament, choose only the "flight" option. Fleeing straight up, I knew at that moment how a cat feels when it is alarmed. It was a dismal irony. But, whereas cats seek great heights to escape, I never made it that far. The sink and cabinet bluntly impeded my ascent; the impact knocked me out cold. When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics snorted as they tried to conduct their work while suppressing their hysterical laughter. At the office, colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" If they had only known.

mother cat and kittens? i once had a cat and she had 3 kittens.she was doing fine then when the kittens where about 3 weeks the mum sorted having strange sintoms she was vomiting and she had diorria then about some dats after that i woke up and heard her yowling and crying we pulled out from under the bed because thats where she was. when we pulled her out she was just starring in to the air she was not moving but she was just cry then she started take deep breaths it was almost like she had a sizar or a fit there was white stuff coming from her mouth each breath she took there was a 5 second pause she took her last breath and died. the good thing was her kittens survived we kept the girl and gave the 2 boys to my sister. the girl kitten is now older and had one kitten the kitten is now 3 weeks old to day the mother cat vomited 2 times and she is eating very small portions i told my mum but she doesnt seem to be taking this seriously some one HELP ME i DO NOT want a replay of what happened last time HELP i am only 13 years old i dont have a job to take her to the vet my mum does

Twilight Parody!!!!!!!!! OPINION???????????????????????? AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!? I wrote this and posted it a lonnnnnnnnnnnnng time ago out of sheer boredom. Yes the grammar sucks because I didn't edit it. Anyways I think it's ten times better than Breaking Dawn. Here it is. Twilight 70's Disco Parody (It’s a dark night in the hundred acre woods. Scooby and the gang are chillen out when the cullen clan shows up) Carlisle: Look here jive turkey!!! We’re about to suck yo blood!!! Pooh Bear: Hey, chill out brotha man! Have some poppyseeds! Yogi Bear: Ay BooBoo. I don’t think these white chocolates like us too much! Eddie C: I get the lions. (simba and mufasa start crying) Rosalie: Alright jiggaboos!!! It’s disco blood sucking time!!! (they attack the animals. Enter theme music: Bam chicka bam chicka bam bam bam. bam chicka bam chicka bam bambam) Alice: Wait. (the cullens pause) I had a vision!!!!! Jasper: Are you sure sista gurl? Did you wear your contacts? Alice: Yea! That jive turkey scooby is hiding behind a tree!!! Scooby: Rrrra-oh!!! the cullen clan attacked scooby doo and ate him as a part of a balanced breakfast along with rice krispy cereal, count chocula, the lucky charms guy, and the jive *** turkey who keeps deleting my posts!!! ______________________________________... (Later the Cullen Crew are riding in their car decided to go to a vampire bar. Enter theme music: bam chicka bam bam bam. bam chicka bam bam bam) Esme: Stop the batmobile Carlisle!!! Carlisle: What’s wrong?!?! Esme: I want me a beer!!! (they enter the vampire bar. enter theme music: bam chicka bam bam bam. bam chicka bam bam bam) Edward: Bartender. (dracula looks up) My name is Cullen....Edward Cullen. I want a bloody mary and I want it shaken.....not stirred. (they sit at the bar when bella enters....enter theme music: bum chicka woh woh) Rosalie: (rolls eyes) Ugh. It’s that jive turkey bella swan.....ha.swan. i see an ugly duckling--- Edward: WHAT?!?!? Watch yo mouth fool!!! Rosalie: What you gonna do *******!!! (they both get up ready to fight) Alice: Emmettt, Japer, Carlisle!!! Stop them!!! (she looks and sees them taking shots and esme yelling "chug chug chug!!!". Rosalie and Edward start fighting. Enter theme music: "everybody was kong fu fighting!!! du nuh nuh nuh da dun dun dun!!! those cats were fast as lightining!!!) Bella: Hey edward!!! (she waves wildly and as usual she looks a hot mess. edward and a rosalie stop fighting after rosalie kung fu kicks him in the ballz. Bella walks over to them right when edward jumped up to punch rosalie. He missed and punched bella in the face!! WHACK!!!) and that is why bella’s face will never be pretty. ______________________________________... (after leaving the bar the cullen crew decided to go home and play with their cabbage patch kids. on the way home they were attacked by scooby doo’s friends. the cullens were all kinda drunk so they were acting weird) Jasper: Hey get off me man!!! What’s your problem??? Shaggy: You kill my bro. You gots to go! Carlisle: We’re all about peace, love, and suckin blood. We don’t want to fight you. Velma: Jinkies! They’ve got more people than us! We need to call back up. (she calls up jacob black and his cub scouts Underdog and Lassie. five minutes later he arrives with his friends. Enter theme music: "I’m a barbie girl! In a barbie world!") Jacob: Did someone call for the cub scouts! Freddy: Yeah! Beat their ***. They killed scooby doo. Lassie: What??? Scooby was my puppy’s daddy! Oh yea! It’s on! (they start fighting. Enter theme music: "Everybody was kong fu fighting! du nuh nuh nuh da dun dun dun! Those cats was fast as lighting!" The fight ended and the cullens won of course because they’re sexy and stephenie meyer said they had to have a happily ever after. Jacob and the cub scouts went home with their tails between their legs. scooby’s friends ran away in their mystery machine.) Daphne: (out the window) And we would gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for those meddling Cullens! Esme: Lets do our family cheer. Put your hand in! (she put her hand out.) Emmett: What are we? The powderpuff girls? Esme: Just do it or i’ll spank you all!!! Jasper: NO MAMA NOT THAT!!! Edward: Stop acting like a b*&ch jasper and put your hand in. (they put their hands together in a circle.) All: GOOooooOoooooOOOOooooOooooooooooooOooooo... CULLENS!!!!!!!!!! ( they throw their hands in the air and jump up.) The End Yeah... I was reallll bored. :D

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My alternate ending to crossing jordan what do you think? Final Goodbye It's all in my head, literally 3 A.M. Monday Restlessly, Jordan woke with the worst headache she had imagined. It felt as though someone had just hit her in the head with something weighing 100 pounds. God, what do I do? She thought. I can't say anything not one word, besides they would pity me. They were her morgue family, a group of people who had no one. They had each other. I especially can't tell Garret, he's been through enough, she thought. Desperate to sleep, Jordan swallowed an aspirin and went back to bed. 9 A.M. Monday "What'd do we got anything, Garret?" Jordan asked impatiently as she fidgeted at her desk. "Surprisingly, nothing. New record 24 hours, no bodies." said Garret. Relentless, her hand started shaking on her desk. Gradually, it was gaining speed and starting to pick up in intensity. "Jordan, what's going on? You're hiding something I can sense it." Garret said. "Huh? Oh, it's really nothing I'm fidgeting just a bad habit, you know?" Jordan said. "Really? Then stop." said Garret. Slowly, Jordan managed to stop the shaking and answered the ringing cell phone. "Cavanaugh." she answered punctually trying to sound professional. "Jordan, I've got 2 db's down here. Apparent suicide both had clinical depression. Husband and wife married 23 years, husband had affair. I'm on 12th and main, see yea when you get here." Woody said as he hung up. Love and Suicide? 9:15 Monday "Wow, that's love killing each other together. Literally, 'til death do us part..." Jordan said sarcastically. "Yeah, talked to the neighbors they'd stay in for days, no outside contact." Woody fired back. "Kelly Johnson, the other women's being interrogated as we speak. CSU is testing her for gunshot residue, fingerprints and searching her place." He finished. "It's a shame, you know being in their 50's and depressed. Wonder what about." Jordan said. All we can do is wait and see she thought. Monday 10 A.M. Back at the morgue, Jordan decided to look through the couple's health records. Worried, Garret decided to check on her to see how she was doing. Jordan showed him the records, turning the monitor to show him. Having more bouts of painful headaches, Jordan rubbed her hand where it hurt hoping for some comfort. "Jordan, you ok?." he asked. "Yeah, just an itch." she replied. Quickly, she turned and hid her hand which shook violently. Relizing, she was going to have a seizure Jordan mentally tried to prepare herself. As her eyes began to roll back in her head, she slowly fell to the floor shaking violently everywhere. "Jordan!" Garret shouted protectively. "Someone help!" Post seizure Patiently, Garret waited for Jordan to wake up from the seizure. She opened her eyes, noticing Garret holding up four fingers. "How many fingers?" he asked, his voice strained. "Coffee." she answered sarcastically. "Cat's outta the bag, again. Oh, Garret I'm sorry I should've told you." she paused sobbing a little as pulled out her CAT scan. Trying not to seem somewhat angry, he hugged her for dear life. "It's back, what do you mean? Not possible, not to you. You don't deserve that!" he said. "Garret, I'm dying they can't do anything. It's around the Cortaid artery. Nothing else to do." Jordan said. "Come on, you're going home." said Garret. "What so I can die alone?" she said. "I'm goin' with you." he said. "Any last wishes?" he asked. "I think I'll write a goodbye letter when we get there. I don't think I've got much time, more violent seizures increasing in frequency. Losing short term memory, let's go." said Jordan. Waiting for the inevitable "Garret, I want you to know...I've always loved you. More than just a friend always." said Jordan. "Me too, always." he replied. Just as he and Jordan met for a long, romantic kiss. "Jordan, no matter what I love you." Garret said. "I love you, too." she answered back. Back at the morgue, Nigel and Bug had cracked the case. It turned out Kelly had wanted the husband all to herself. This had resulted in not only murdering the wife, but also the husband. "Revenge, sometimes deadly." Nigel said. "Hey have you heard from Dr. Macy?" asked Bug. "Nope, left 2 messages on the tele no answer." It had dawned on Jordan, these were her last, delicate moments on earth. It was getting harder to breathe and her heart had slowed. She told Garret again she loved him and she was sorry for not telling him sooner. The surgery was hard, dying's easy but I'm not at all ready to leave yet, she thought. She ordered Garret to open the letter when she was gone. It would remind him she wanted to be buried by her mom. And also what he meant to her. "Garret, I'm scared I don't wanna leave you. I'm sorry we didn't get together sooner." she said. He held her tighter, holding her like a newborn infant. She couldn't breathe any longer, she said what she knew were her last words. "I love you." and she was gone just like that. Last Words Back at the morgue, everyone had been wondering what going on. Garret had gathered everyone in the conference room. After saying what had happened he opened the letter. Everyone quieted down to hear him read it. He had tears as he was unfolding it. Dear all, If you are reading this I am finally gone where ever that is. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, always remember you're wonderful, caring people. Woody, I'm sorry we didn't work out, I hope you'll forgive me. You always tried to get closer, as I pushed you away. I'm sorry I was afraid of love and trust. If I could start life over, I would have laughed more, loved more, trusted more. Bug and Lily I hope you'll stay together, I hope little Madlyn will have a great life. I regret not having children in my life. Nigel, hope you find that special someone. Maybe, someone as weird and strange as you. Garret, I'm sorry I didn't tell you how I felt sooner. I hope things with Abby work out some day. Thank you for staying until the bitter end. I know it is near and hope my sake my mom's up there. If I see Devan or Lu I will tell them good things about you all. Please bury me at St. Ann's preferably by my mother. I love you all, Jordan Everyone was at the cemetery, gathered around Jordan's grave. Garret said "We are here today to remember Jordan Cavanaugh. We will have a moment silence to honor here starting now." Everyone lit candles and held hands until the moment was over. Garret handed out flowers of purple and pink, Jordan's favorite colors. Garret was the last to leave, he whispered "You're my bestest girlfriend."

what are the odds of me being able to actually, fix my dvd player? grant it i have i no working knowledge of electricial type things, or circuit boards as there may be one in there making the whole thing operate. however i feel inclined to either fix the thing or break it. awww lookey there it suddenly wants to work! oops! spoke to soon, or type as it may be. see the thing likes to take these little breaks. there is nothing wrong with the cd. i know, becuz on numerous occasions i have begged a poor friend to please let me use their dvd. what are some reasons why a dvd player, four years old might not work all of a sudden? aside from the fact that it has been sitting on a carport for the last year collecting dust, my r.m. likes to pause it and then pass out drunk, or her cat might have pissed on it (no proof). are these contributing factors? it was working fine when i brought it out of the dust and elements for better than a month. can i fix it? dont give me its not worth my time. if its junk, and i cant then who cares if i fudge up? right?

Guitar fingering position? ok cats, help me out. I know the normal fingering is 1234 1234 1234, but when I have to play 5, do I use my pinky or move my entire hand over and use 1? Cause that would pause my playing. And if I have to play 5, 6, is that when I move my hand over to to use 1, 2, or do some players just use their pinky for 5,6 also? ok some of you are saying move the whole hand over and some are saying use pinky, I guess it depends on what you are used to? As long as I have you guys here, which scales would you recommend for a begining player? Only been playing for a year, and mostly concentrating on getting the basic chords down. Thanks to everyone who has answered so far!! Excellent info from everyone. I love you guys!! When you say find 5 in the first 4 positions, you mean bend the string to get 5? See, that's why I need lessons instead of me trying to re-invent the wheel like I've been doing.

What do yall think of this thing i wrote? "Its now or never man" was the statement in my head that was spoke/ as i stood there anticipating the moment to make my approach/ thinkin about our conversation and trying to carefully piece it/ then i gave myself a quick check to make sure i looked decent/ so i gathered up all my courage and i took a deep breath/ and made my way towards this girl with the 1st of my steps/ just when i thought every thing was good and close to perfection/ a million questions start trafficking thru my mind like intersections/ like "how should i introduce myself" i said startin to feel pesimistic/ i can't believe im stressin out over somethin so simplistic/ "it doesn't matter how you say it cause it doesn't have to be perfect"/ "just go over and talk to her, it doesn't matter how you word it"/ "yeah but wait.. it does matter, i just can't say anything dumb"/ "that could just ruin everything and then my chances will be done"/ as i inch closer to her with every second of the minute/ my heart starts gettin pumped like Pop-Eye is with his spinanch/ i start scratchin my head startin to feel a bit nervous/ and then a look of anxiety starts to reach my face's surface/ "i can't do this!" i said startin to feel the doubt in myself/ like my confidence decided to pack up and head back for the shelf/ feeling discouraged i looked over to the position she was at/ felt more like crap/ and started to think this whole idea had become wack/ so i turned around with my head down and walked to a different section/ thinking a pretty girl like that would probably never look in my direction/ as i continued walkin thinkin the world couldn't get any colder/ i felt the warmth of a female's hand over my shoulder/ i turned around to see who it was.. and it was her to my surprise/ she smiled at me and greeted me with the letters H-I -PAUSE- ....but i couldn't say anything cause i still couldn't believe this was happening/ so i quickly tried to think of some lines i had been previously practicing/ but my mind was zoning out, couldn't really think too straight/ my thoughts just flew out the the window and just left my mind blank/ " you dumb idiot say something before she decides to walk away"/ but my head was still scrambled and all i could think of to say..... was......".....uhhhh.........". -AKWARD PAUSE- then she said, " Well i gotta go to class, gotta big test later on this week"/ "I'll catch you around sometime and it was nice to finally meet"/ "well... kinda.." she said smilin as she slowly walked past/ i thought "damn...now don't you feel like a big dumbass"/ so as i watch her walk away slowly into the distance/ i also see my chances slip slowly out of existence/ "Its now or never man" was the statement in my head that was spoke/ so i gathered up my courage and made my approach.. "Hi my name is ________, sorry it took so long to respond back/ i guess you can probably tell im not the best smooth talkin cat/ perhaps i was a little nervous and didn't know what to do/ but then that always happens when im around girls like you/ and i aint the popularist student, i don't hang with the cool crowd/ but that doesn't matter cause i got the best friends for which i am very proud/ and you may not have noticed but we share a couple classes together/ i think that presentation you gave in History was well thought out and pretty clever/ but mine on the other hand was stupid, i couldn't help but to be clumbsy/ it wouldn't surprise me at all if the teacher decided to flunk me/ oh yeah i heard you like Cassidy, i think he has the best freestyle when he raps/ have you heard him battle against Freeway? its like a 17 minute track/ but anyways enough about that/ i really want to get to know you and interact/ maybe one day go out and chill as a matter of fact/ i just really think you're a special girl cause you not quite like the rest/ and i apologize if i wasted your time but i had to get it off my chest.... -ANOTHER AKWARD PAUSE- "well i guess i'll see you later" i said startin to revert back to my old ways of thinkin/ my head returned to its downward position and my courage started shrinkin/ "well at least you said somethin, gotta give yourself some cred"/ but then i heard her call my name and this is what she said/ " it doesn't matter about popularity because you definitely are the sweetest/ never seen this side of you but im glad i got to see this/ and yeah i noticed you in my classes, i really thought that you were cute/ i've always wanted to talk to you but i just never made pursuit/ thanks for the presentation compliment, but i think that class is a waste/ although it was a bit goofy your presentation kept a smile on my face/ and what you heard about me likin Cassidy was definitely correct/ i absolutely love his music and his freestyle is the best/ but no i haven't heard the battle but it sounds like it is tight/ whenever you get the chance you could show me if you like/ and yes i would love to hang out and try to get to know ya/ we can do somethin fun as soon as this school week is ova/ so heres my number, give me a call as soon as you have the time/ and i'll talk to you later .....okay.....bye." she gave me a hug smilin and then we parted our ways/ i played it cool but in my head i was cheerin with my hands fully raised

Heard the latest Christmas bells from Rube ? To all my Brit friends from a school pal in Denver, Colorado , now highlighting it in Mexico City for the festivities. who got it from Rube and sent it to me in Rome, 40 mins. to Midnight on Dec. 24th. 2007. Christmas Questions Why are Christmas trees like bad knitters? They both drop their needles! What's Christmas called in England? Yule Britannia! What happens to you at Christmas? Yule be happy! What do the reindeer sing to Santa Claus on his birthday? Freeze a jolly good fellow! What is Santa Claus called when he takes a rest while delivering presents ? Santa pause! What do elves learn in school? The Elf-abet! Why does Santa Claus go down the chimney on Christmas Eve? Because it soots him. How do cats greet each other at Christmas? "A furry merry Christmas and happy Mew Year!" What did Adam say on the day before Christmas? It's Christmas, Eve!

Is this joke as hilarious as I think it is?It was sent to me by a friend I now have a naughty grin on my face. A fireman is polishing his fire engine outside the fire station when he notices a little girl next door in a little red cart with little ladders hung on the side and a garden hose tightly coiled in the middle. The little girl is wearing a fireman's helmet and has the cart tied to a dog and a cat. The fire-fighter walks over to take a closer look. That's a lovely fire engine,' he says admiringly. Thanks,' says the little girl. The fireman looks closer and notices the little girl has tied one of the cart's strings to the dog's collar and one to the cat's testicles. 'Little colleague,' says the fire-fighter, 'I don't want to tell you how to run your fire engine, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat's collar, I think you could probably go a lot faster.' The little girl pauses for a moment, looks at the wagon, at the dog and at the cat, then shyly looks into the fireman's eyes and says, 'You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a siren, would I?' Poor Mr HELL YEAH either got out of bed the wrong side or got headache trying to read without picure books!

What is this song titled? The first sentence goes: "Jenny's got a job, a cat named Jake, thirty-one candles on the birthday cake (Pause) next year. She thought by now, she'd have a date, two car seats and a mini van, she said somethings gotta give." CHORUS: "Somethings gotta make me feel alive, somethings gotta give me butterflies." What is the title of that song and who is the artist? P.S. It is on a country station, if that helps.

twilight saga 70s edition::: Short story::: what do you think of it? It don’t break rules so if you try to report me just on the basis that you don’t like it, well don’t waste your time because I will appeal. Anyways heres my story. Feel free to send me hate mail J it's a dark night in the hundred acre woods. scooby and the gang are chillen out when the cullen clan shows up) Carlisle: Look here jive turkey!!! We're about to suck yo blood!!! Pooh Bear: Hey, chill out brotha man! Have some poppyseeds! Yogi Bear: Ay BooBoo. I don't think these white chocolates like us too much! Eddie C: I get the lions. (simba and mufasa start crying) Rosalie: Alright jiggaboos!!! It's disco blood sucking time!!! (they attack the animals. Enter theme music: Bam chicka bam chicka bam bam bam. bam chicka bam chicka bam bambam) Alice: Wait. (the cullens pause) I had a vision!!!!! Jasper: Are you sure sista gurl? Did you wear your contacts? Alice: Yea! That jive turkey scooby is hiding behind a tree!!! Scooby: Rrrra-oh!!! the cullen clan attacked scooby doo and ate him as a part of a balanced breakfast along with rice krispy cereal, count chocula, jacob black, and the jive *** turkey who keeps reporting for NO LEGITIMATE REASON _______________________________________________________________________________ Later the Cullen Crew are riding in their car decided to go to a vampire bar. Enter theme music: bam chicka bam bam bam. bam chicka bam bam bam) Esme: Stop the batmobile Carlisle!!! Carlisle: What's wrong?!?! Esme: I want me a beer!!! (they enter the vampire bar. enter theme music: bam chicka bam bam bam. bam chicka bam bam bam) Edward: Bartender. (dracula looks up) My name is Cullen....Edward Cullen. I want a bloody mary and I want it shaken.....not stirred. (they sit at the bar when bella enters....enter theme music: bum chicka woh woh) Rosalie: (rolls eyes) Ugh. It's that jive turkey bella swan.....ha.swan. i see an ugly duckling--- Edward: WHAT?!?!? Watch yo mouth fool!!! Rosalie: What you gonna do jigabooooo!!! (they both get up ready to fight) Alice: Emmettt, Japer, Carlisle!!! Stop them!!! (she looks and sees them taking shots and esme yelling "chug chug chug!!!". Rosalie and Edward start fighting. Enter theme music: "everybody was kong fu fighting!!! du nuh nuh nuh da dun dun dun!!! those cats were fast as lightining!!!) Bella: Hey edward!!! (she waves wildly and as usual she looks a hot mess. edward and a rosalie stop fighting after rosalie kung fu kicks him in the ballz. Bella walks over to them right when edward jumped up to punch rosalie. He missed and punched bella in the face!! WHACK!!!) and that is why bella's face will never be pretty. ______________________________________________________________________________ (after leaving the bar the cullen crew decided to go home and play with their cabbage patch kids. on the way home they were attacked by scooby doo's friends. the cullens were all kinda drunk so they were acting weird) Jasper: Hey get off me man!!! What's your problem??? Shaggy: You kill my bro. You gots to go! Carlisle: We're all about peace, love, and suckin blood. We don't want to fight you. Velma: Jinkies! They've got more people than us! We need to call back up. (she calls up jacob black and his cub scouts Underdog and Lassie. five minutes later he arrives with his friends. Enter theme music: "I'm a barbie girl! In a barbie world!") Jacob: Did someone call for the cub scouts! Freddy: Yeah! Beat their ass. They killed scooby doo. Lassie: What??? Scooby was my puppy's daddy! Oh yea! It's on! (they start fighting. Enter theme music: "Everybody was kong fu fighting! du nuh nuh nuh da dun dun dun! Those cats was fast as lighting!" The fight ended and the cullens won of course because they're sexy so they always win. Jacob and the cub scouts went home with their tails between their legs. scooby's friends ran away in their mystery machine.) Daphne: (out the window) And we would gotten away with it too, if it weren't for those meddling Cullens! Esme: Lets do our family cheer. Put your hand in! (she put her hand out.) Emmett: What are we? The powderpuff girls? Esme: Just do it or i'll spank you all!!! Jasper: NO MAMA NOT THAT!!! Edward: Stop acting like a b*&ch jasper and put your hand in. (they put their hands together in a circle.) All: GOOooooOoooooOOOOooooOooooooooooooOoooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo CULLENS!!!!!!!!!! ( they throw their hands in the air and jump up.) The End btw i do now want a comment on: grammar "you have no life" "twilight twinkie" "stop making fun of twilight!" "im sick of ppl like you" "read other books than twilight" and other stupid shit like that anyways anything other than that or if you come up with a creative way to insult me thats cool too also i know the writing sucks but i was bored and wanted to be silly sooooooo this was born. anyways have a nice life :) and for all the super twilight fans do not say im an antitwilighter because i actually love the book and stephenie meyer. just because you love something doesnt mean you cant make fun of it. ppl do it to harry potter alllllll the time and ppl bash star wars ppl alllllllll the time so ummmmmmmmm breathe.

Is this a dramatic monologue? Its an excerpt from the book "Interview with the Vampire" transcribed in monologue form. Read and give me your opinion on whether it qualifies as a dramatic monologue. Thanks! ------------ All that you say makes sense. You are an intellect, I have never been. What I've learned, I've learned from listening to men talk, not from books. I never went to school long enough, but I'm not stupid, and you must listen to me, because you are in danger. You do not know your true nature. You wander through the night feeding on rats like a pauper and then moon at Babette's window. And suppose you could hold her in your arms, and she would look on you without horror or disgust- what then? A few short years to watch her suffer every prick of mortality, and then die before your eyes? Does this give happiness? This is insanity, Louis! This is vain. And what truly lies before you is vampire nature, which is killing. For I guarantee you, that if you walk the streets tonight and strike down a woman as rich and beautiful as Babette, and suck her blood until she drops at your feet, you will have no hunger left for Babette. You will be filled, Louis, as you were meant to be, with all the life that you can hold, and with that same sensibility that you cherish you will see death in all it's beauty. Life, as it is only known on the very point of death. Don't you understand? You alone, of all creatures, can see death that way- with impunity. You alone under the rising moon can strike like the hand of God.That is the way it is! You talk of finding other vampires- vampires are killers! They don't want you, or your sensibility.They'll see you coming long before you see them, and they'll see your flaw, and distrusting you, they'll seek to kill you.They'll seek to kill you even if you were like me, because they are lone predators, and seek for companionship no more than cats in a jungle.They're jealous of their secret, and of their territory, and if you find one or more of them together, it will be for safety only-and one will be the slave of the other, the way you are to me. (pause, sigh) I expected you to feel these things instinctually, as I did. When I gave you that first kill, I thought you would hunger for the next, and the next, that you would go to each human life as if to a full cup, the way I had, but you didn't. And all this time I suppose I kept from straightening you out because you were best weaker. I'd watch you playing shadow in the night, staring at the falling rain, and I'd think, "He's easy to manage, he's simple", but you're weak, Louis. You're a mark, for vampires and now for humans alike. This thing with Babette has exposed us both- it's as if you want us both to be destroyed. Come with me out into the streets, it's late. Let me show you what you are- really! Forgive me if I bungled it, left too much to nature, come! Louis, you haven't tried. You can stand it, I saw you last night with that child- you're a vampire, the same as I am. Evil is a point of view. We are immortal, and what we have before us are the rich feasts that conscience cannot appreciate, and mortal men cannot know without regret. God kills, and so shall we- indiscriminately, he takes the richest and the poorest, and so shall we. Any info or opinons you can offer on this or other dramatic monologue sources is a huge help. Thanks again. I've gotten some answers regarding whether or not to do it- this is essentially what I need to know. Should I perform this monologue as a contemporary dramatic?

does your cat every argue with you? my cat will argue with me when i tell him not to do something, like not to come into the bedroom (where only he is sometimes allowed to nap away from the other animals) i'll tell him "no" and he'll pause, kinda furrow his brow, and make a whiney / protesting trilling noise, or a little meow! then start creeping slowly into the room. so i say 'no' again, and he makes the same noise, only more insistant. sometimes he'll just make a run for it while protesting... he does this in other situations as well, and it seems like he's trying to argue with me! lol... anyone else's cat do this? (oops, i meant "ever" not 'every'--sillyl typo!)

What song should I use for my video? I'm making a video to promote spaying and neutering your cats and dogs- showing the hard truths about shelters and what happens to unwanted animals. Things like that. To give you an idea here is some of the opening text without music: "Every day, over 11,000 cats and dogs are killed in shelters across the U.S. That's over 77,000 a week- more than 308,000 a month- over 3,696,000 a year. (pause) What are you doing to stop it?" And then I'm going to continue with more facts, video clips and pictures. I'm wondering what song I should use for when I start the clips and facts, if you have any suggestions, let me know. Thanks! :)