He thought he had found the perfect hiding spot. Hiding in the room not often frequented by the small human, he sat still behind an opened curtain. He thought back longingly to when the child had been a babe lying down all day. Now it could move around at will – and it liked nothing better than to pull his tail and fur! Hissing did not help: the child did not let go; and the ones who had brought this monster into our home laughed. I could bear it no more! No matter how much I enjoyed being in this place, I may have to find another.
“Kitty, Kitty. Where you?”
I closed my eyes shut, hoping that I would not be seen.
“Are you looking for Kitty Melissa? Let me help you.”
I felt the curtain had been pulled aside and cringed. Yet when my human picked me up, I could not help my purr of contentment. Her hands were so soft, so gentle.
“Let me show you how to make Kitty happy. Gently stroke his fur like this.”
Miraculously the small hands did not pull my hair. Instead, I felt them pet me lovingly. I purred contently as two pairs of hands stroked me. I could get used to this!
Zeus was not having a good day and he made sure everyone knew it. Lightning flashed across the sky and he howled in response. The humans showed their displeasure by rapping a stick across the ridge of his back. Instead of cowering him, the beating strengthened his resolve to change his fortune. Life had been perfect with the old man – but old men could not live forever. He had never liked the son: his meaness was always below the surface, bubbling to get out. Living on the street would be preferable to living with a human who did not respect animals. His chance for escape came sooner than expected thanks to bar laws and inexperience in tying knots.
Last week I was given an award I had not heard of before: The Epically Awesome Award of Epic Awesomeness. The title makes me smile – as does the blogger, Alex, who nominated me for this unusual award. Alex: a woman who posts on interesting thoughts and ideas, a woman who tells it like it is, a woman who often makes me chuckle or think seriously about what she has introduced to blogger conversation. Her blog, …Things I Love, does not focus on only one topic of interest, but instead on the spectrum of things in this world that she enjoys. I smile because the title of this award is a name I would definitely associate with her.
As with any award, there are some expectations that come with it:
Write ten things about yourself
Nominate 10 blogs that you find awesome (and, of course, let the bloggers know about this awesome award).
I prefer, however, to follow the example of Alex and bend the “rules” a little. Instead of ten personal things about myself, I will share ten things that I find to be truly awesome in this world.
Ave Maria: This is a hymn that still brings goosebumps to my skin no matter how often I hear it.
The Argentine Tango: This tango is one of my favourite dances to watch. I love the quick movements, and the passion that the dancers ehibit.
Strictly Ballroom: the best modern dance movie in my opinion. This satirical reflection of the competitive dance world reminds me so much of what I experienced when competing.
The Cheetah: My favourite land animal is the cheetah. Not only do I find this cat beautiful, but I believe it to be graceful as it stalks and runs for its prey.
The Peacock: I marvel at the beauty of the peacock, my favourite bird. The colours of its feathers are stunning as they parade in the sunlight.
The Lord of the Rings: I have been a fan of Tolkien since I read “The Hobbit” when I was 11 years old. My favourite novel is certainly “The Lord of the Rings” trilogy. When the film came out, I was not disappointed. It is time, I think, I watch/read this story again. The story is exciting, and the cinematography in the film is just, well, awesome!
Braveheart: The theme of amazing cinematography is seen again, I believe, in this heart-rending film.
Gangnam Style: There are many versions of this song created by Psy. My favourite one has to be the one performed by the Ohio Marching Band.
Gumboot Dancing: I have always found this athletic dance interesting to watch – from the time I was young when we used to go on a Sunday afternoon to watch the miners sing and dance.
Ladysmith Black Mambazo: This group of men who sing acapella never fail to impress me whenever I listen to them.
There are so many more awesome things in this world – but I shall stop here 🙂
Now to share some awesome blogs. These are 10 of the bloggers that I follow and read as often as I am able. A visit to them may introduce you to someone whose awesomeness you would enjoy.
I remember when I was a child stroking the soft fur of a cat, or hugging a wriggling puppy. When I grew up we always had pets in our house: numerous cats sitting on top of the fridge, dogs that would bark when strangers came onto our property, and birds that would sing in their cages. Part of our chores growing up would be to feed the animals, put out bowls of water, and clean up their mess. The time the cats spent purring on our laps, or the dogs spent playing with us outside, more than made up for the chores they created. Our home, filled with pets and animal fur, was large and airy – with plenty of space for both human and animal.
When I think back on my childhood, I have many related pet memories. I recall a dalmatian puppy we had. A beautiful dog with clean white fur spotted with black. We had called her Geeta. She was frisky and friendly. Still young, she was always eager to go for a walk around the neighbourhood.
We lived in a developing neighbourhood with a lot of open land around us: plenty of space for a dog and child to explore. It was my youngest sister’s turn to walk the dog and they both left eagerly to go for their walk. The veld (open fields) had just been burned to prevent the unexpected fires that can be caused on the dry, winter grass. A while later my sister and dog returned covered in soot: Geeta had been so enthusiastic in her exercise that she had dragged my sister over the soot-covered grass in the open fields across from our house. Both dog and girl had to have a bath upon their arrival. Needless to say, my sister did not take Geeta out for a walk again! She preferred to exercise the smaller dog.
I enjoyed having pets around when growing up: reading with a cat purring on my lap, sleeping with an animal curled up at my feet, doing my homework with the bird singing to accompany me. However when I moved out into a place of my own, I realised that I was unable to keep a pet. As a child, you do not think of the expense of an animal companion. When budgeting to feed myself, I realised that I could not feed an animal as well – never mind take the cat/dog to the vet if it got sick.
Now I have a family of my own and I still do not have pets. Why, you may ask, am I not giving my children the same pet experience that I had. The first is, of course, the expense. And the second reason is space. Unlike the home in which I grew up, the home we have is small. And I am a firm believer that an animal deserves to live in a space in which it can thrive. So now we wait until we have a larger home with more space in which animal and human can live in harmony.
Do you have many pet memories?
(Join Jake every week for a theme for creative inspiration. This week’s prompt is Pet.)