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Onyx: The Morning Game
see susan
getting ready for work yet again see kitty glaring up from the bed "how DARE you disturb my sleep" yet again see susan pick out something to wear and quietly put it on see kitty ears perk and open one eye to watch as susan walks stealthily to the dresser and realize she is getting THE TOY once again Flying off the bed in double time, he lies in wait--anticipating with great excitement what is to come. Susan slowly withdraws the item from the drawer, wondering if perhaps this time Onyx will stay asleep. Turning around, she realizes that yet again there will be battle. Sitting on the bed with silent resignation, she wonders, can she get her foot into the stocking before kitty can grab it? Or will yet another pair of nylons be ruined by little kitten claws . . . ? see kitty crouching waiting chin flat on the floor paws on either side wriggling ever so slightly see susan slowly draw a breath and plunging her foot into the stocking see kitty pouncing at just the right time quickly curling into a u-shape around her foot and hanging on for dear life kitty loves this game most of all happy, happy kitty -- This morning ritual started when Onyx was just a tiny kitten. I shared an apartment with two roommates and consequently he was confined to my room during the night. It was a game we played each morning, could I get ready for work before he woke up or would he do battle for my nylons. He even did this with socks--though they were far less fun. I got pretty good at getting them on quickly enough to prevent anything more than him wrapping his entire body around one foot. His mitten-paws allowed him to keep a solid hold on that foot while I pulled the stocking onto the other foot. He did ruin a few pairs, but not very many--he usually didn't get the claws out until it was too late. Instead he had more fun pouncing on the stockings and on my foot, and then going for a quick ride as I stood up from the bed and walked towards the door. -- Forever remembering Onyx, my friend September 2, 1989 to April 11, 1999 -- -Susan Copyright © 2006 Susan E. Zeigler All Rights Reserved |
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Onyx: The Morning Game
On Tue, 11 Apr 2006 17:20:38 -0500, Susan Zeigler
wrote: -- Forever remembering Onyx, my friend September 2, 1989 to April 11, 1999 That is a great story and good prose. I enjoyed it very much. Onyx must have been a love. But such a short life. So sad. Hugs, -- CATherine |
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Onyx: The Morning Game
Susan Zeigler wrote:
see susan getting ready for work yet again see kitty glaring up from the bed "how DARE you disturb my sleep" yet again see susan pick out something to wear and quietly put it on see kitty ears perk and open one eye to watch as susan walks stealthily to the dresser and realize she is getting THE TOY once again Flying off the bed in double time, he lies in wait--anticipating with great excitement what is to come. Susan slowly withdraws the item from the drawer, wondering if perhaps this time Onyx will stay asleep. Turning around, she realizes that yet again there will be battle. Sitting on the bed with silent resignation, she wonders, can she get her foot into the stocking before kitty can grab it? Or will yet another pair of nylons be ruined by little kitten claws . . . ? see kitty crouching waiting chin flat on the floor paws on either side wriggling ever so slightly see susan slowly draw a breath and plunging her foot into the stocking see kitty pouncing at just the right time quickly curling into a u-shape around her foot and hanging on for dear life kitty loves this game most of all happy, happy kitty -- This morning ritual started when Onyx was just a tiny kitten. I shared an apartment with two roommates and consequently he was confined to my room during the night. It was a game we played each morning, could I get ready for work before he woke up or would he do battle for my nylons. He even did this with socks--though they were far less fun. I got pretty good at getting them on quickly enough to prevent anything more than him wrapping his entire body around one foot. His mitten-paws allowed him to keep a solid hold on that foot while I pulled the stocking onto the other foot. He did ruin a few pairs, but not very many--he usually didn't get the claws out until it was too late. Instead he had more fun pouncing on the stockings and on my foot, and then going for a quick ride as I stood up from the bed and walked towards the door. Great story, Susan. Great to see you back. -- Sam, closely supervised by Mistletoe |
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The Morning Game
"Susan Zeigler" wrote in message ... see susan getting ready for work yet again see kitty glaring up from the bed "how DARE you disturb my sleep" yet again see susan pick out something to wear and quietly put it on see kitty ears perk and open one eye to watch as susan walks stealthily to the dresser and realize she is getting THE TOY once again Flying off the bed in double time, he lies in wait--anticipating with great excitement what is to come. Susan slowly withdraws the item from the drawer, wondering if perhaps this time Onyx will stay asleep. Turning around, she realizes that yet again there will be battle. Sitting on the bed with silent resignation, she wonders, can she get her foot into the stocking before kitty can grab it? Or will yet another pair of nylons be ruined by little kitten claws . . . ? see kitty crouching waiting chin flat on the floor paws on either side wriggling ever so slightly see susan slowly draw a breath and plunging her foot into the stocking see kitty pouncing at just the right time quickly curling into a u-shape around her foot and hanging on for dear life kitty loves this game most of all happy, happy kitty -- This morning ritual started when Onyx was just a tiny kitten. I shared an apartment with two roommates and consequently he was confined to my room during the night. It was a game we played each morning, could I get ready for work before he woke up or would he do battle for my nylons. He even did this with socks--though they were far less fun. I got pretty good at getting them on quickly enough to prevent anything more than him wrapping his entire body around one foot. His mitten-paws allowed him to keep a solid hold on that foot while I pulled the stocking onto the other foot. He did ruin a few pairs, but not very many--he usually didn't get the claws out until it was too late. Instead he had more fun pouncing on the stockings and on my foot, and then going for a quick ride as I stood up from the bed and walked towards the door. -- Forever remembering Onyx, my friend September 2, 1989 to April 11, 1999 Lovely poems and story. Thanks for sharing. Tweed |
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Onyx: The Morning Game
On 2006-04-11, Susan Zeigler penned:
Forever remembering Onyx, my friend September 2, 1989 to April 11, 1999 Thank you for sharing this story. -- monique, who spoils Oscar unmercifully pictures: http://www.bounceswoosh.org/rpca |
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