Oh bother, what kind of a question is that? dogs or Cats? You have to be an animal liker.
I do like animals but I like them where they are, although there is a dog here, she is part pit-bull. The other part is of something rather mild. No one knows what. She is a good dog, though she is not mine and will only listen if I carry a treat or just say the word. Treat?
I did have a cat once, but it was forced upon me, where I grew into loving it as a tiny kitten growing into a cat. A funny cat. She was hilarious and I do believe she knew it.
Sad to say Lucy the grey and white kitten had to live somewhere else when she became a cat. Someone living here became seriously allergic to her-the cat in her.
Right now this dog living here is great for protecting this place and the children in it. This is a good thing. As for cats, they tend to scratch up the furniture đ€š not good. Even though they had a wonderful layered scratch thingamajig, it was not good enough for her. Say goodbye to the leather.
Your life without a computer: what does it look like?
Growing up there were no computers until you saw them on television in movies, wall to wall reels with loads of knobs, lights and robotic sounds, allowing for outdoor activities and no sitting around.
Again, growing older-still no computers that I knew of, made way for learning crafts like cooking, sewing, ironing and knitting along with crocheting and washing walls and floors then windows and time, time to create things and time to spare! Just slim, trim and no sitting around unless I was drawing pictures or printing down thoughts or jotting down words to a new song I wanted to learn.
Then around the age of twenty something, still no computers in my life just getting fancier on the television screen. Paper. Paper became very important to me, never having enough of the stuff or running out of it-needing to use napkins or the backs of news letters coming through the mail, all the while wondering if there would be a better way to save my printed or written stories.
âWHERE THE HELL IS ALL THE PAPER!â Who used the last piece of paper without saying anything? Whatâs the matter with you people, you canât say, âI have the last piece of paper!â This loss of paper forced my hand, I started printing on walls until more paper was present. Then frig that!!! I painted my one wall with blackboard paint. How do you like that?
ThenâŠChalk, chalk, CHALK! Where is all the chalk? âThe baby ate it. Or the dog or I saw the cat playing with something, could have been the chalk.â Whatâs the matter with you guys? Holy sack man⊠pick up the chalk.
After that, every time I saw paper on sale, no matter where I was, I bought it. Lined paper unlined paper, paper with holesâŠI didnât care as long as it was paper. And chalk, lots of chalk. Letâs see the baby eat all that đ±đŹ just kidding. Iâll take a baby any day over chalk.
Life without a computer? DONâT OPEN THE WINDOWâŠâ To late! Noooo. Numbering. Paper flying all over the room like a rocket blasted off with me trying to snatch each sheet out of the air. Numbering. âClose the window.â And the paper just falls to the floor floating like little feathers to their doom, now a hundred sheets of paper or more blankets the room like itâs all good, we didnât leave the room? But itâs not all good, because where is page one?
Lucy was a little cat, not fat, just a little black cat.
She liked to play with lots of things. But her favorite thing to play with was her owners yarn.
On this day, her owner had to leave the house to go to the store for food, for Lucy.
While this nice lady shopped, Lucy played.
As she chased her fluffy ball around, it landed in her owners basket of yarn.
First Lucy stopped and waited for the fluffy ball to fall out of the basket, it did not.
Then Lucy came closer to the basket and very slowly tapped the fluffy ball, it did not leave the basket.
Lucy slapped one time, two times very fast. The fluffy ball would not leave the basket. Lucy said, “meow,” then sat and thought.
Then just like that, Lucy jumped into the basket and got herself all tangled up.
That blue fluffy ball was no help at all.
Oh no…the owner came back home, lucy jumped out of the basket, wrapped in all sorts of colored yarn, trailing behind her, but no fluffy ball.
Lucy scampered quickly to her owner in a very happy way, “meow,” she said, as she tilted her black little head. “Meow.”
“Lucy, you naughty Kitty,” said the annoyed owner, “I bought you a fluffy ball to play with. Come here you silly girl, let me get you out of this mess, my, my”.
And Lucy said with a happy look upon her tiny black face, “purr.”
“It is not funny Lucy. You can spend some time outside!”
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