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sohannabarberaesque · 3 months

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Postcards from Snagglepuss

And boy, can these cats dive!

AVALON, SANTA CATALINA ISLAND, CALIFORNIA: Yours truly, in close company of Huckleberry Hound, had some chance time while on Catalina for the Avalon Harbour Underwater Cleanup with the likes of Peter Potamus' Magic Divers, the Divin' Wolf Pups and Top Cat's clowder--and the Catalina Diving Clowder, seven queen cats led by the ever-effervescent "Bubbles," who decided to join in the Harbour Cleanup just to show that "girls can do anything" as much as show something to the Catalina diving community.

At any rate, we're sitting on the Green Pleasure Pier in Avalon, close to a legendary fish-and-chips stand especially popular among tourists as much as locals. Not to mention having dive gear and fishing gear rentals. Yet to be in the company of not only "Bubbles," but also Lola, Jayne, Jessamaine, Jolene, Sabrina and Samantha is quite fascinating, especially with a winter Southern California sun out and mild temperatures which, in an earlier time, would have been enough for hosting the Iowa Picnic in Long Beach (which, I understand, is now in July).

Jayne, for her part, was asking about that Iowa Picnic thing, and Huck explained that such was where Iowans who had moved to Southern California, or otherwise spent winters there, celebrated their old home state in the middle of winter, usually impressing such stuck back in the middle of Iowa winters.

Which had Lola asking if the diving was any good in Iowa, prompting me to refer her to an episode of Underwater America with Peter Potamus as found the divers intrepid diving Lake Okoboji in Iowa's northwestern parts.

"All in all," Huck asked over his portion of battered fish and chips, "how did the cleanup go with you feline divers?"

"Bubbles," speaking practically for the Diving Clowder, explained their finding in Avalon Harbour's waters no less than nine wallets (all with cash and/or payment cards), fifteen mobile phones (all but two, as it emerged, having e-wallet apps including Google Pay, Apple Pay, Venmo and PayPal), two money clips, one briefcase and (among the more unconventional items hauled overboard by errant boaters) two plastic shopping bags filled with laundry (or so presumed) and some "marital aids."

"To think people would drop their smartphones into the harbour," Lola remarked, "and probably by accident!"

"It's bound to happen," Jolene kicked in.

"Might it surprise you gals to learn," "Bubbles" remarked, "that there's waterproof housings available for smart phones, which could make the dive a little more--how shall I parse it?--complicated, especially when you've got calls likely coming through!"

"Enough with smart phones," quipped I; "what about stoopid people?"

Enough to prompt a change of subject, as in "Bubbles" suggesting frying up some sand dabs during a diving expedition sometime.

"Still," Huck chimed in, "you need to catch them first.... and what did you have in mind to catch them with?"

Samantha suggested catching such with the claws of their forepaws and storing them in underwater netting.

"How will we know they'll still be around?" Jayne asked.

Which, after a brief moment of silence, brought the deck to laughter.

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delicatefury · 2 years

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Y’know, I never know what to say when people call me my pets’ “mom.”

It’s like, I (sorta) get what you’re trying to say, but you are fundamentally misunderstanding our relationship.

Major is my buddy. He’s my pal, my fluffy roommate. And our rental agreement is that he gives me companionship and fluffiness and entertainment and I give him free food and belly rubs and bits of my apples and shelter and toys and enrichment.

Terrapin’s my bud. My brat-cat. My living stuffed animal. My alarm clock, sleep timer, and at home coworker. And I am the unquestioned queen of this clowder and he’s my general, attacking invaders, guarding our borders, and keeping the younger dogs and cats in line. And he is paid with on demand meals, headbonks, feathery toys, cardboard scratchers, and his choice of sunny windows and heated floor vents.

But I do not, can not, and will not see them as my babies. They are fully mature members of their species and they don’t know how to navigate humanity because they don’t have to. They’re my pets. My companions. And I will be devastated when they reach the end of their natural lifespans.

But put against my nieces and nephews, it’s not even a question. The kids. Every time. And I’m just their aunt.

So please, while I can be a bitch, i am not my dog’s mom.

#fury's life #just a little rant #I’m not gonna argue with people who call themselves a pet parent or whatever #you do you #I just hate being called that #that is not our relationship and it’s weird that you think it is #Major the disaster dog #i love my weirdo cat

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dargeereads · 5 months

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Title: Finding the Road to Us Series: The Wilder Brothers #6

Author: Carrie Ann Ryan

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Tropes: Jilted Love/MMF/Friends to Lovers

Release Date: December 11, 2023

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I was ready to say, ‘I do’, then my fiancé left me at the altar.

Broken and embarrassed, Trace and Elliot helped me run away—ditching my wedding dress in the process.

When I come back to the Wilder Retreat to show the world I’m no longer hurting, I know I must ignore my traitorous needs when it comes to these two men.

Because my body wants them both.

And my soul craves them just as much.

I know I can’t choose, and part of me asks why I should.

Only when we decide to take that chance and share everything, the danger from our pasts refuses to let our choice stand.

With one kiss, one dance into temptation, we could lose everything.

Including our lives.

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sandythereadingcafe · 2 years

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COVER REVEAL Title: At First Meet Series: Montgomery Ink Legacy #2 Author: Carrie Ann Ryan Genre: Contemporary Romance Cover Design: Sweet N Spicy Designs Photo: James Critchley Release Date: February 27, 2023 BLURB NYT Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan continues the Montgomery Ink Legacy series with an emotional, friends-to-lovers romance where second chances begin with a promise. I fell in love with the wrong man and learned the hard way to ask for help. I don’t plan on falling again and have no intention of trying. But when I get invited to a high-powered CEO retreat, I know I can’t say no. And I can’t go alone. When my frenemy, Nick, invites himself as my escort, I should walk away. But there’s no stopping the connection we’ve both ignored for far too long. Only Nick’s past is far darker than he lets the world know, and the shell he encased himself in is stronger than my own. And when the pain from my past comes back with a force, I’m afraid that walking away will be the only choice—even if it breaks us both. GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60522543-at-first-meet PRE-ORDER LINKS Amazon: https://amzn.to/3xVTEZf B&N: https://bit.ly/3lWLKsj Kobo: https://bit.ly/3N3uQ75 Apple Books: https://apple.co/3t4oTiC Google Play: https://bit.ly/3qIFPtn Paperback: https://amzn.to/3dNTk8g AUTHOR BIO Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary, paranormal, and young adult romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Fractured Connections, and Elements of Five series, which have sold over 3.0 million books worldwide. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over seventy-five novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not losing herself in her emotional and action-packed worlds, she’s reading as much as she can while wrangling her clowder of cats who have more followers than she does. AUTHOR LINKS Website: http://carrieannryan.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CarrieAnnRyanAuthor Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/carrieannryanauthor Newsletter: http://carrieannryan.com/faq/how-do-i-sign-up-for-your-newsletter Twitter: https://twitter.com/CarrieAnnRyan Give Me Books

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tinnybelliever · 5 years

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*: ･ﾟ∙ * SUNNYSIDE’S FIRST TASK : ‘ the interrogation ‘

Tinsley smiled politely at the police officer as she sat down in the chair - crisscross apple sauce, out of habit. She could feel there was little room left for snickers and pranks. There rarely was when the adults were talking. And now they stood around her, asking her to do the one thing no one ( including herself ) believed she was capable of: have a grown up talk. Gulp.

is this the first time you’ve been called to the precinct ? do you have a criminal record?

“Well, I think we both know I’ve been here before. I’ve sat in that chair outside at the desk, wrapped in a blanket and sipping hot coco after you guys rescued me from… you know, that immensely tall treehouse. But that visit’s probably not even on record.” Tinsley brushed a hair behind her ear, hoping positive news would ease the officer’s minds. The way she would excite her parents about having made a beautiful drawing before admitting it had been done with marker on their drywall. “I suppose it is on record that I… was also involved in the damaged property of said treehouse a few days after. So yeah, I’ve sat behind the locked cell door over there too. I doubt you’d want me to recall each and every incident on there from breaking a window to spraypainting a wall.”

where were you during the evening of ms. winnipeg sanders’ disappearance ? specifically between the hours of 8 and 11 pm ?

“Last Saturday?” Tinsley coughed, shifting in her seat uneasily. “Uh, let me think for a second…” Luckily they didn’t know the girl well enough to know she would never hesitate to tell about every single one of her memories as if they were all worth the story. This granted her an excuse to ‘think’ and ponder whether how much of the truth she should unveil. “I’m pretty sure I was at home, working on my art assignment, officer.” She nodded as if she’d just decided on that. Anything better than admitting she was a minor at the Clowder, right?

can you describe what you were doing immediately before that ?

“Sure, I was getting ready-” Her breath hitched. Another cough. “For dinner.” She finished curtly.

can anyone confirm your whereabouts at this time ?

“Well, I share an apartment with my older sister. She probably recalls I was home, mhm!” Tins felt bad for throwing her sister on the bus like this. What if the other Bell would accidentally ring the alarm on her? “Though sometimes we get so caught up in our work that we sort of forget about the world. I’m telling you, sometimes we sit with our backs to each other and simply forget the other’s there too until hours later.” At least she could muster up a giggle. The most innocent sound of all.

how well did you know ms. winnipeg sanders ?

“Oh right,” For a second it had slipped Tinsley’s mind that she wasn’t on trial here. She was merely asked to help in an ongoing investigation for the town’s favourite baker. “Honestly, I know I stopped by her store a lot and she always remembered my order somehow. But other than the usual politeness of ‘there you go’s’ and ‘thank you’s’, we didn’t discuss a lot. I asked her to follow me on Instagram once, that’s as far as our personal lives intertwined.”

did you and ms. winnipeg sanders ever have beef, or a quarrel ? have there been moments where you wished – even if it were just in the heat of the moment – to inflict harm on her ?

Did she really sound that nervous? She thought of the lucky socks she was wearing and hugged her legs closer to her body as she softly rocked back and forth on the chair. “No, no, oh my gosh!” Such overreaction may seem suspicious, she realized too late. “I… don’t always agree on her choice of friends, let’s say but that just made me stay away from her. I would never call her out on being wrapped around Wendy Darling’s finger.” Out of force of habit, Tins rolled her eyes at the mere mention of the name.

what was your reaction when you heard about the news ?

“Um, I think it was my mum who told me? But I usually don’t pay that much attention to what she says. I remember that soon everyone was talking about it though. It felt quite unusual that a negative story like this got so much attention around Sunnyside. The papers usually leave out those headlines, want to give people a reason to smile and all that.” She shrugged, almost as indifferent as when she found out some old baking lady stole the spotlight that easily. The only reaction it had brought forth? A long afternoon spent on imagining what it would be like if she, herself would go off the grid for a while. Who would miss her? Who would look for her?

when was the last time you saw ms. winnipeg sanders ? did you notice anything different about her ?

“Well, I can tell you if you promise to keep it between us…” Tinsley leaned forward on the desk with a sugary sweet smile. “I bought some doughnut holes the day before she disappeared. So don’t tell my mum because she believes I only treat myself once a week, tops!” Her eyes actually widened, as if this was the biggest secret pushing on her conscious and she felt horrible for lying to her mother – as every kind, innocent child should. “Ms Sanders seemed alright to me though. Mixed up my order but then again, I usually go for the doughnut, not the holes…” The mere thought that Tinsley’s sullen expression and tiny tantrum outside of the bakery had somehow pushed the lady beyond her boundaries was rather unsettling. For once, she didn’t want to have anything to do with it, to be honest.

do you know anyone who may have had any problems with her ? do you know anyone who may have had it out for her ?

“I’m not really one to point fingers, sorry! Though they do say that it’s usually the people closest to you, don’t they? So then I can only refer back to Wendy if I really must.”

have you noticed anything peculiar since the disappearance ? anything special you think is worth mentioning ?

“A lot of the same people have been hanging around her shop… looking inside or calling out for Miss Sanders. I don’t know, it may just be nothing but it’s a bit icky if you ask me. They seem so convinced Miss Sanders might hear them that it almost looks like they know which way to yell at.” Her name? Cleared. Darling’s name? A little subconsciously sullen. That’s just the way she liked it. One day it would all add up and she’ll have a front row seat to watch it all crumble down.

Tinsley put on a smile once they told her she was ready to go. “Thank you so much for hearing me out!” She beamed ( as if this had been her idea all along. ) “I’ll be on my way now but if there’s a phone number I can call if I think something…” She glanced at officer Nick on her way out, the tiniest of smiles toying on her lips. “I’ll be sure to keep you up to date one way or another, inspector.” Her legs felt wobbly after sitting cross-legged for so long. ( Not to mention the anxiety that had dragged her body down in there. ) So despite wanting to seem helpful and on top of things, Tinsley made sure to skip the hell out of that place before they could call her in for something other than pleasantries.

#sunnyside:task01 #*: ･ﾟ∙ * ⁕ task ⦀ like artwork ; admire me forever #ft. sunnysidepd

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stoweboyd · 5 years

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2019-01-05 Daybook

Record Numbers of Americans Want to Leave the U.S. | I've discussed it with my family. Seriously.

40% of women younger than 30 would like to leave the U.S.

22% who disapprove of Trump would like to move vs. 7% who approve

Canada is top desired destination for would-be migrant Americans

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Nouns of Assemblage | Quartz obsession of the day includes 'venereal terms', like a gaggle of geese:

An incomplete list of animal gatherings according to the United States Geological Survey:

A shrewdness of apes

A wake of buzzards

A clowder of cats

An intrusion of cockroaches

A bask of crocodiles

A business of ferrets

A cackle of hyenas

A smack of jellyfish

A troop of kangaroos

A romp of otters

A company of parrots

A shiver of sharks

A scurry of squirrels

A murmuration of starlings

A knot of toads

A rafter of turkeys

A pod of seals or whales

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Why People Go to Instagram for the Comments Section | Instgram is photo-centric, so it may be counterintuitive that a lot of users visit to find like-mined people through the comments. Increasingly, Taylor Lorenz writes, many of the photos are simply sugar to attract people to chat.

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Fed Chairman Powell to Markets: I Hear You | Neil Irwin says we can breath easier now, after the worse December in ages:

The loud-and-clear message is that Mr. Powell and his colleagues aren’t going to put their hands over their ears, ignore these messages from markets, and carry on as planned.

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Byers Market | Dianne Feinstein picks Biden, Martin O'Malley picks Beto.

A bit early, isn't it?

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A 2015 Tweet about Apple's lack of innovation

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Recently re-elected Maine lawmaker quits Republican Party — Politics — Bangor Daily News — BDN Maine | Another elected Republican quits the party while in office, this time Don Marean a Maine state representative. This guy is hitting term limits in 2020 and can't run again.

I am going to watch this because I think the GOP will melt away in the next few years.

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Report: PG&E considers bankruptcy filing due to potential wildfire liability | With the desertification of California acceleration, if not this year, then PG&E will go bankrupt next wildfire season, and the state will have to take it over. #2019prediction

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Paul Krugman defends Alex Ocasio-Cortez' economics on Twitter:

She's actually saying what top public finance economists have been saying for some time. Not at all outlandish.

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#daybook #venereal terms #instagram #apple #2020 elections #federal reserve #americans want to emigrate #aoc #paul krugman #pg&e bankruptcy #dan marean

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warvikwrites · 2 years

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The Story of Acornillies

The Story of Acornillies. A backyard modern battle retelling the classical myth of Achilles

Part 1:

The birds now seeing the peace between the two creatures swore to never mingle with the affairs of the land walkers ever again. The Eagle was satisfied with the peace and quiet so he once again took a nap.

There was once a great war, where two great and powerful creatures fought each other for the amusement of another. The squirrels blamed the cats, and the cats blamed the squirrels. The Squirrels with their sharp teeth and furious bite were always the quickest on their feet. They lived peacefully in the forest behind the house. The cats on the other hand lived within the safety of the walls. The cats lived the pampered and posh lifestyle. The house was always warm and they always had food available to them. The cats, as cats always are, were curious about the outside world. Sometimes they would wander around the outside land, sometimes alone or in a clowder (group of cats) . The squirrels always watched the cats from the safety of the trees. But sometimes a cat would be too curious and a squirrel was just too careless. The bird’s watched it all from above. The birds found entertainment in the way the two creatures clashed.

The story starts with the birds. The Eagle (Zeus) was the king of the birds. From his perch on the highest tree in the forest he was able to see everything that happens below. He considered everything that he saw to be a part of his kingdom. He made sure that his fellow birds also felt as if they were above the land walkers. He would often show them how he could influence the land walkers, for example he would pick up a mouse and drop it near the cats to watch them chase and play with it, and likewise he would pick up park peanuts and bring them back for the squirrels to feast on. One day as he was surveying his kingdom three beautiful birds showed up on the perch next to him. The smallest of the three was the owl( Athena) . She was sleek and slender, with black orbs for her eyes. Her beak was pointed and held up as if she was in deep thought. The next one was the peacock( Hera). She wore a crown of brightly colored feathers, but her coat was a dark and muddy brown. She lacked the flare of bright colors like the males of her species, yet her eyes blazed like fire. The last of the birds was the swan (Aphrodite). Most of her feathers were a colorless white, but she wore a streak of black around her bright orange beak. Her eyes sparkled in constant flirt. In her mouth she had been carried a golden apple.

The Owl spoke first, “ Eagle, you have to pick which one of use is the most beautiful, and only she deserves the apple”

“ I am the most beautiful!” Interrupted the Peacock.

“Meh isch meeea” said the swan who was trying to speak with the apple in her mouth.

The Eagle knew if he picked one of them the other two would resent him.

“Look ladies you are all beautiful, but as a fellow flier I can’t judge beauty the same way as the land walkers. I say you guys should go to the orange tabby cat who sits in the window, for he must know what true beauty is” and as the Eagle spoke the three beuitiful birds flew off. The Eagle was satisfied with the peace and quiet so he took a nap and when he awoke the world was in chaos.

Part 2: Squirrel Camp

Acornillies was angry at Agamemnon.

The two of them lead the assault on the cat’s secret compound they called the “SHED” or the Secret Hidden Edible Depository. They were able to recover about 1 Squirrel ton of sunflower seeds and bird seed from inside of it. Agamemnon was dragging the smaller bag behind him from the SHED when the almost hairless giant came and picked it up. Agamemnon was just able to flee, but Agamemnon felt as if he deserved the seed and as a result took Acornillies’s share for himself. Acornillies angrily gave it to Agamemnon, but in his spite he refused to fight.

Acornillies was a squirrel by blood, but had the soul of a bird. When he was young he was abandoned by his birth parents and left to die. A tender Blue Jay just happened to be flying that way and saved Acornillies life. She took him back to her nest. At the time Acornillies thought he was going to become baby bird food, but Blue Jay nursed him back to health. She taught him the ways of being a Bird. Through her teachings Acornillies became one of the greatest fighters and one of the keenest eyed Squirrels there ever was. He found himself conflicted between the two worlds; the fight or flight world of the Squirrels and the carefree lifestyle of the birds. That streek of stubbornness in him is what makes him a rock that refuses to be pushed along the current. But, refusing to move is currently doing him more harm that good.

Part 3- Cat Command Station Alpha

The orange tabby sat on his perch on the window ledge, he had a clear view of the yard below. His name was Paris. He blinked his eyes open from his cat nap, and looked over the sleeping body next to him. She was thin and was no bigger than the size of a kitten. The longer he stared the more cat-like she became. She had a long bushy tail and short perky ears. The tabby felt himself falling in love.

A month ago he was not expecting the visit from the three birds who showed up at his window. They had asked him which one was the most beautiful and each of them promised him different gifts if he had agreed. The swan offered him something he could not refuse- a Squirrel. He always sat up here watching the squirrels from the inside, and when he did go outside they would always run away from him. He just wondered what it would be like to have that freedom to go anywhere and do anything. He wanted that excitement and he wanted the adventure. What he did not expect was Hellen.To him she was the most beautiful and intelligent creature he had ever seen. He was also not expecting the squirrels to start fighting over her. Since he picked who was the fairest then Hellen must remain with him.

A black cat jumped onto the ledge next to Paris. He turned to look at him.

“Tisk- Paris you're supposed to eat your dinner not sleep with it. At least you could play with it.” The black cat raises his paw to wack the sleeping squirrel.

Paris hissed at the attacker and swatted away that cat's paw.

“ Hector- You don't understand. I love her and she loves me”

Hector stared at the two, “Whatever” he said with a shrug, “I’ll just find my own to play with.” Hector jumped off of the window ledge and down onto the ground.

Hector never seemed to really understand his brother's fascination with the squirrels. To him, the squirrels were nothing more then a plaything. It was in their nature as cats to be hunters, and it was in the squirrels nature to be prey. Hector never played nicely. To prove his brother wrong he was going to find the most fit squirrel out there and return with him to give to his masters as a prize. Then Hector will be rewarded gracefully. Hector had his eyes set on one squirrel in particular- Acornillies.

Part 4: Outside of the Acorn tree

Patroclus had not see his best friend for a while and as Acornillies brodded the cats had gained the upper hand. Ever since Acornillies and Agamemnon got into the fight over the bird seed, Acornillies had refused to leave his nest in the tree. In the meanwhile, the cats have been winning. Lots of members of the Squirrel squad have ended up hurt or worse- cat food. Patroclus climbed up into the nest.

“Hey- Acornillies. Are you sure you don't want to help fight… we kinda need your help. Everyone is either injured or dead and well… Even Agamenmnon is hurt.”

“Good.”

“Look bro- they need our help. If we don't do anything the cats are going to take over our whole forest.”

“Well valid point- What if you go out in my armor and lead my group of squirrels so that the cats think that I am the one who is out there.”

“ Yeah sure that sounds like a good plan.” Patroclus grabs the armor made out of Acorns, and started to leave the nest.

“One last thing- Patroclus remember to come back alive.”

And with that Patroclus hopped out of the tree and climbed down the branches. He gathered every soul who was strong enough to fight. The army ran down the trees and threw the yard. The cats were taken by surprise.

Patroclus was leading the fight valiantly. They were winning! The squirrels finally had the upper hand! But what Patroclus did not know was that there was a black cat lurking behind him ready to pounce, and when Patroclus turned around and let his guard down for half of a second the cat leaped and grabbed Patroclus with the sharp fangs of his mouth.

It did not take long for Acornillies to hear of the news of his friend's death. All of a sudden Acornillies was filled with a new rage. This time the rage was directed at Hector the black cat.

Part 5: The Blue Jay’s promise

The Blue Jay hearing Acornillies cries and came swiftly returned to check on her son.

“Child what is wrong” asked the Blue Jay

Acornillies told her everything about the fight he had with Agamenmnon, Patroclus death and how he was going to fight the cats for revenge.

Blue Jay knew she had to do something to help her son, but she knew he would die if he fought the cats.

“Son I have a plan. You have to wait till I get back though.”

And with that she leaped from the nest. She flew around to the other birds and asked each of them to help by donating one of their feathers. Once she had enough feathers she took the bunch to the moles.

The moles live underground and spend much of their time digging, but the mole also had another lesser known talent- knitting. She asked the moles to weave her son a wonderful armor made from the bird feathers. That way it would be tough but also as light as a feather.

She needed something else though, some kind of shield. She paid the wise old turtle a visit.

“Turtle- may I borrow your shell? My son is going to war and he needs a good shield.”

“My dear lady,” started the turtle, “Our shell is apart of ourself, and we can not detach it. Although you can take my grandpa. All that remains with us is his shell.”

The Blue Jay took the coat of feathers and the turtle shell back to Acornillies.

Part 6: The end

Acornillies’ mother returned and she gave him the gifts that she had gathered. He suited up and prepared to go to war.

Acornillies led the army of Squirrels to the door of the house fighting every cat they encountered until only Hector was left standing.

Acornillies stared at Hector for a long while before he snared Hector. He chased Hector around the house not once but twice. It was a sight to behold a squirrel dressed in bird feathers chasing around a cat.

On the second run around the house Acornillies was caught off guard when a line of cats blocked his path. He turned and ran back into the forest but Hector was right on his tail. As he ran he noticed the tall maple tree not too far away from him.

The squirrels had been avoiding that tree ever since the hairless giant beat up the tree a few weeks ago and hung some kind of shiny metal cinder onto the outside of the tree.

Acornillies saw his chance and charged up the tree. Hector followed close behind him. Acornillies kick the metal cylinder with his strong back legs. The metal cylinder flipped over and fell on top of the cat.

Acornilies felt a sigh of relief that the cat was now trapped. But what Acornilies did not know was that the bucket was full of fresh maple sap.

The other Squirrels slowly came over to the bucket and using the strength of all of them flipped the bucket over. The great and mighty Hector the cat was covered in tree sap.

The Squirrels rejoiced the rain of terror was (almost) over. Acornillies knew Hector was a bad guy but he still felt bad leaving him here.

A while ago his mother had taught him a trick that the birds use to get tree sap out of their wings, he waved over the squirrels, and called to the birds. He needed everyone, even the cats to help with his plan.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a beautiful girl squirrel come running. “Stop fighting” she yelled, almost seemingly too late, “The cats are just misunderstood! They just want their freedom.”

Acornillies asked her to send the message back to the house, to save Hector they need everyone to work together.

The Birds flew to the nearby park and graped as many park peanuts as they could grab. The birds few the peanuts back to the cats. The cats being a bit stronger crunched up the peanuts into smaller bits and lastly the squirrels with their smaller hands mixed the peanuts into a creamy peanut butter mixture. Even the moles came to help by applying the mixture to Hector's fur freeing him.

What the Blue Jay had shown Acornillies was that peanut butter helped to remove Sap.

Part 7:

Hector felt his heart softened at Acornillies display, and in some way Acornillies felt grateful to helped to save Hector. This act brought the cat’s and squirrels closer.

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Written and owned by: @warvikwrites

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AN: Hi everyone this is an old fiction I wrote for my Classical Lit class in college. There are 7 parts which breakdown the original Achilles Myth. Although this is not one of my most pound writings, it is still a complete story and I would like to share it on the blog. :)

-Thank you for reading, Vik

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gwydionmisha · 3 years

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Personal: Heat, Cats, Court

It is still way too hot, but the area the dead fan covered (bathroom, kitchen) is no longer an oven where I struggle to breath if I need to pee in the afternoon, so that's something. It's still not really safe for me to be out and about until after sundown. (Why do I need three fans, you might ask. We were only allowed one window air conditioner and only in the room of the secondary bedroom, which is why Squirrel got his own bathroom. My air conditioner is aging and week and needs a fan as a force multiplier to keep the temperature cool enough for me to do things like sleep or function in this kind of heat. The second fan lives in the living room window for obvious reasons, and is strong enough to move air through the living room and my desk array behind the sofa. The third fan mostly lived in the bathroom and blew out into the kitchen. Without it, things happen like my towel and bath mat not being able to dry out, and trips to the bathroom or to get water become torture in the afternoon. I'm not being decadent here. This is a health and safety issue. Everything molds in this climate and as mentioned before, heat stroke can kill.)

The cats are drinking lots of water and sticking to cooler areas in the worst heat. I still worry.

The caregiver Millennial came buy to do some basic animal and plant maintenance and to chop up some vegetables and apples for me to use later, which was kind. Tavy lost his shit because I was supposed to leave the room and be out with the Millennial and he could not get his head around the break in protocol, even though we've done similar a few times when I was recovering from the procedure or having a bad head ache. Those also distressed him. They are such creatures of habit.

I think getting used to the Millennial being here so much is long term good for Livia's mental health even though it was really stressful at first. She's getting more tolerant of people who aren't in her clowder and she's being way more social with us too. we are talking 2-3 times the amount of pettins from me and she's getting better at signalling when she's ready for attention from a human. I am proud of her. Change is really hard for her and she's always been extremely shy.

This would be a complicated week even without the heat. My hearing is scheduled at 1PM Thursday. I need to be where the computer and paperwork are reasonably accessible, so that sure sounds like me being at my desk in the afternoon in this heat wave. Let us hope for rain.

It took two weeks to talk to a live person at Clear, which means odds are no representation for me and I have no idea how to file things or do any of this. I literally only worked out how to access the portal and the mail system associated with it like Friday. (In my defense, I'd made it into the portal late May, but they changed.. idk, providers? Software? And it was a lot to deal with on top of all the medical stuff.) The one witness I'd want is on the witness list according to the paper work that arrived today, so that's something.

No one thinks that in a reasonable world I owe the state money for a mistake they made; that likely makes no difference, at least to me reading how the statutes are written. Let's hope for a friendly judge.

#Personal #My Cats

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maples-cats · 2 years

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some art of goose! I love this tom

#apple clowder #maplescats #warrior cats

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sohannabarberaesque · 3 months

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Postcards from Snagglepuss

So what's it like diving (and cleaning up) Avalon Bay?

AVALON, SANTA CATALINA ISLAND, CA: Just ask any of our diving contingents who joined in the Avalon Harbour Underwater Cleanup recently--Peter Potamus' Magic Divers, the Divin' Wolf Pups or even the Catalina Diving Clowder (which had a sort of glam factor not even the Bratz could emulate)--and they'll acknowledge as much the ecstasy of the experience as the willingness to do good.

But without being weighted down by demands from censors at the networks for something "healthy" or "nutritive," even; heavens to William Wrigley! At least it wasn't the Laff-a-Lympics redone. But believe you me, with such company rather interesting as we manage to come along with, and with the proceeds going to the Two Harbors Hyperbaric Chamber, at least it's doing good without such being forced down our necks.

The which came up in an "after-the-dive" luncheon at a campy little bar in Avalon off Crescent Avenue, the main drag therefor, Huck and I had with Peter Potamus. In answer to a question Huckleberry "himself" posed about how predictable the refuse collected from Avalon Bay could get, Peter responded, "Pshaw! I assume you still recall when Lippy and I found that iron bedframe ..."

"We still do," we remarked.

"But at any rate, while you may still find a lot of wallets with cash, credit and debit cards in the harbour, consider where mobile phones loaded with e-payment wallet apps--Apple Pay, Google Pay, Samsung Pay, Venmo, PayPal--and likely still having active balances managed to turn up. And for some reason, those Divin' Wolf Pups found at least five such mobiles between them, though they managed to resist the temptation of trying to use such apps, knowing they eventually had to be turned in as part of the haul."

"Certainly, though, Peter," Huck remarked, "I suppose such who still had balances on those e-pay plans will likely get their balances intact with a new mobile so replacing."

"Let's hope so." (Short pause while Peter took his lunch.) "And as for those Clowder gals, how irresistable could their appearance get?"

"I just hope," saith I, "they weren't asked to leave the cleanup for 'causing a needless distraction.'"

"Wherever did that notion come from, Snag?! Of that dive contingent feline, boys, Sabrina managed to turn in some kinky-looking fishnet stockings and a pair of garters, winning the prize for Weirdest Items Collected. Never mind their suggestive nature ... and Jayne collected nine wallets or billfolds, a money clip as still had over a thousand dollars in same, four mobile phones, an iPad and six gold coins, two of which were half-ounce Mexican Centenarios!"

"Though I have to admit what Jayne hauled," Huckleberry Hound remarked, "certainly took the cake for most items found."

"By our contingents. But for sheer luck, consider what Lola and Jessamaine from the Diving Clowder discovered: Three briefcases in all, contents to be determined as they were locked and secured when thrown overboard ... I just hope espionage isn't at serious play!"

"How about sending in Super Snooper and Blabbermouse to examine the contents?" asked Huck.

"One of the judges at the Harbour Cleanup, in taking note of the briefcases found, mentioned that Los Angeles County Sheriffs' agents will likely examine and take action. Catalina is technically under the Sheriffs' Office's jurisdiction for law enforcement ends."

"Presumably including possible contraband," said I.

"Rather likely" was all Peter could add.

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