Monologue for Creative writing Class

On Sun, 09 Apr 2006 21:46:35 GMT, tanada wrote:

Ok kids, Rob says that this is one of my best writing efforts. I;m
rather proud of it, but I want your opion and/or to brag about my work.
So don't be kind, tell me what you think.

Pam S.

Adoption Blues

Pam, I am still bawling! So when did you have Sherman over to dictate
this story? ;-)I can imagine this story is repeated a dozen times a
day every day at every shelter. Heartbreaking. You did a beautiful job
of writing.

--
CATherine

tanada wrote:
Ok kids, Rob says that this is one of my best writing efforts. I;m
rather proud of it, but I want your opion and/or to brag about my work.
So don't be kind, tell me what you think.

Pam, very well written and moving. You could meat it out a little
(unless you have a word limit for your class) with more of Sherman's
experiences before being rescued. You know, the more bad experiences,
the more moving the end will be.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.
marina (dot) kurten (at) iki (dot) fi
Stories and pics at http://koti.welho.com/mkurten/
Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki

tanada wrote:
Ok kids, Rob says that this is one of my best writing efforts. I;m
rather proud of it, but I want your opion and/or to brag about my
work. So don't be kind, tell me what you think.

Pam S.
snip

A wonderful, moving story.
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy and Bagheera)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart.
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

"tanada" wrote in message
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Ok kids, Rob says that this is one of my best writing efforts. I;m rather
proud of it, but I want your opion and/or to brag about my work. So don't
be kind, tell me what you think.

Pam S.

Adoption Blues
Nameless (any cat in a shelter): SHUT UP IN THERE!! Kittens! You’d
think they were worried. Kittens always get adopted. It’s us older cats
that have to worry. Hey You! You know you want to adopt me. I’m older,
adorable, and know how to use a litter box. I don’t run around getting
into as much as a kitten would. I’m clean (immaculately so), smart, and
beautiful.
Hey, you, with the long yellow fur! You need a loyal companion, you know
you do. The reason I’m here is that my human was allergic, well the first
one was. Ah Jessica, you were so young and so loving. I would have
stayed with you forever if they’d let me. Your parents decided that it
would be worse to give you shots than to give me away. So they did . . .
to a person they’d met in a grocery store. I was just a kitten, but I
remember, oh how I remember. I thought my heart would never mend. SHUT
UP YOU STUPID KITTENS! You don’t know how much humans can hurt you.
After Jessica, there was Brian. The people from the grocery store gave me
to him less than a week after they got me. They said I was depressing.
Brian was a college student. I loved to sit on his lap while he was at
the computer or studying. He was kind and I learned so much from him and
his friends. Then he left for the summer. I hung around his apartment
for a long time waiting for him to come back. He never did. I SAID SHUT
UP. There, quiet for the moment. Kittens. I didn’t love Brian anyway.
You! Hey you! I know you’re a college student. I know how to behave in
an apartment. You need a friend. I’d be a good friend, honest. I’m
loyal. I’ll be your friend if you’ll be mine. They say that I only have
three days to find some one. Then it’s the Rainbow Bridge, buddy. Kitty
heaven for those who don’t know better. Dog lover.
After I was chased away from Brian’s apartment building, I wandered around
the neighborhood. I met a sweet little calico, man she was delicious. I
think I fathered three kittens with her. Three of them looked like me.
She chased me off after they were born. I guess I gave up after that.
The dog catcher had no problems catching me. I was so hungry. FOR THE
LAST TIME, SHUT UP! Man, I’m so tired. Wait a minute. I thought I had
two more days. Please don’t take me out of here. I’m a good cat. I’m
soft, clean, and loyal. No! Not that room. That’s the end place. I don’t
want to die. Look, lady. Don’t pet me if you’re going to murder me.
Please, I don’t want to scratch anyone, but I’m scared. That pointy thing
smells yucky,. Please don’t kill me!
Am I at the bridge? No, it smells like the end place. What does this
mean? I’m confused. I’m warm, clean smelling (except for the yucky
smell), and they’re bringing a box over here. Does this mean that I have
an only home?
Wait a minute. It’s that yellow furred human I saw the other day.
REPRIEVE! I have an only home. I’m going to be one of the few lucky
ones! What’s your name cutie? I love you already. You can call me
whatever you want. Sherman? I love it already. I promise I won’t eat
your plants, get on your counters, tear up your furniture, scratch your
friends, sit in front of your computer monitor or bring any other cats in
to live with you. Just love me enough to keep me forever, pet me, and
keep me in kibble, and I won’t ever leave you.

Oh Pam, I wasn't just crying, I was *sobbing out loud*. That was *SO*
touching. I think it will break the hearts of even those who aren't cat
slaves.

--

Hugs,

CatNipped

See all my masters at: http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/CatNipped/

Singh wrote:
My mascara is now running in rivers.
snip

A good reason not to wear mascara. ;-)
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy and Bagheera)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart.
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

Adrian A wrote:
Singh wrote:
My mascara is now running in rivers.
snip

A good reason not to wear mascara. ;-)

This ng is sponsored by mascara manufacturers- they use the rpca scale
to prove how waterproof their products are- this thread is the testing
area for really tough mascara!

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

Adrian A wrote in message
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tanada wrote:
Ok kids, Rob says that this is one of my best writing efforts. I;m
rather proud of it, but I want your opion and/or to brag about my
work. So don't be kind, tell me what you think.

Pam S.
snip

A wonderful, moving story.
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy and Bagheera)


Hear hear! I agree, very well written.

Jeanette

My mascara is now running in rivers. If space and cash allowed me I'd take every
one of the little ones who needed a home. I can love a grown-up as much as a
kitten. I can always say it's allergies, but few believe me anymore...

I was wondering if I may have your permission to submit this to a newsletter for
one of the shelters Louie and I do publicity and fund-raising for. They're called
the Ten Lives Club, and they have a strict no-kill policy. They sometimes print
such stories, and let me tell you they make a heluva impact. While it would not be
a paid submission, it's print credit for you if you (like me!) want to write
professionally. And, God willing, it might get a cat adopted.

Two of our adoptees were grown cats when we took them, and Roxie and Odessa have
been a joy and an adventure. To take a grown cat, watch them get to know new people
and a new place, is every bit as exciting as watching a kitten get to know its
world.

Please let me know about your story. I think the shelter would gladly use it. You
can email me at privately if you like.

Blessed be,
Baha

tanada wrote:

Ok kids, Rob says that this is one of my best writing efforts. I;m
rather proud of it, but I want your opion and/or to brag about my work.
So don't be kind, tell me what you think.

Pam S.

Adoption Blues
Nameless (any cat in a shelter): SHUT UP IN THERE!! Kittens! You’d
think they were worried. Kittens always get adopted. It’s us older
cats that have to worry. Hey You! You know you want to adopt me. I’m
older, adorable, and know how to use a litter box. I don’t run around
getting into as much as a kitten would. I’m clean (immaculately so),
smart, and beautiful.
Hey, you, with the long yellow fur! You need a loyal companion, you
know you do. The reason I’m here is that my human was allergic, well
the first one was. Ah Jessica, you were so young and so loving. I
would have stayed with you forever if they’d let me. Your parents
decided that it would be worse to give you shots than to give me away.
So they did . . . to a person they’d met in a grocery store. I was just
a kitten, but I remember, oh how I remember. I thought my heart would
never mend. SHUT UP YOU STUPID KITTENS! You don’t know how much humans
can hurt you.
After Jessica, there was Brian. The people from the grocery store gave
me to him less than a week after they got me. They said I was
depressing. Brian was a college student. I loved to sit on his lap
while he was at the computer or studying. He was kind and I learned so
much from him and his friends. Then he left for the summer. I hung
around his apartment for a long time waiting for him to come back. He
never did. I SAID SHUT UP. There, quiet for the moment. Kittens. I
didn’t love Brian anyway.
You! Hey you! I know you’re a college student. I know how to behave
in an apartment. You need a friend. I’d be a good friend, honest. I’m
loyal. I’ll be your friend if you’ll be mine. They say that I only have
three days to find some one. Then it’s the Rainbow Bridge, buddy.
Kitty heaven for those who don’t know better. Dog lover.
After I was chased away from Brian’s apartment building, I wandered
around the neighborhood. I met a sweet little calico, man she was
delicious. I think I fathered three kittens with her. Three of them
looked like me. She chased me off after they were born.
I guess I gave up after that. The dog catcher had no problems catching
me. I was so hungry. FOR THE LAST TIME, SHUT UP! Man, I’m so tired.
Wait a minute. I thought I had two more days. Please don’t take me out
of here. I’m a good cat. I’m soft, clean, and loyal. No! Not that
room. That’s the end place. I don’t want to die. Look, lady. Don’t
pet me if you’re going to murder me. Please, I don’t want to scratch
anyone, but I’m scared. That pointy thing smells yucky,. Please don’t
kill me!
Am I at the bridge? No, it smells like the end place. What does this
mean? I’m confused. I’m warm, clean smelling (except for the yucky
smell), and they’re bringing a box over here. Does this mean that I
have an only home?
Wait a minute. It’s that yellow furred human I saw the other day.
REPRIEVE! I have an only home. I’m going to be one of the few lucky
ones! What’s your name cutie? I love you already. You can call me
whatever you want. Sherman? I love it already. I promise I won’t eat
your plants, get on your counters, tear up your furniture, scratch your
friends, sit in front of your computer monitor or bring any other cats
in to live with you. Just love me enough to keep me forever, pet me,
and keep me in kibble, and I won’t ever leave you.

OH man, you made me cry!! How am I going to explain this to my
co-workers??

*sniff* It was wonderful.

Jane
- owned and operated by Princess Rita


In article . net,
tanada wrote:
Ok kids, Rob says that this is one of my best writing efforts. I;m
rather proud of it, but I want your opion and/or to brag about my work.
So don't be kind, tell me what you think.

Pam S.

Adoption Blues
Nameless (any cat in a shelter): SHUT UP IN THERE!! Kittens! You’d
think they were worried. Kittens always get adopted. It’s us older
cats that have to worry. Hey You! You know you want to adopt me. I’m
older, adorable, and know how to use a litter box. I don’t run around
getting into as much as a kitten would. I’m clean (immaculately so),
smart, and beautiful.
Hey, you, with the long yellow fur! You need a loyal companion, you
know you do. The reason I’m here is that my human was allergic, well
the first one was. Ah Jessica, you were so young and so loving. I
would have stayed with you forever if they’d let me. Your parents
decided that it would be worse to give you shots than to give me away.
So they did . . . to a person they’d met in a grocery store. I was just
a kitten, but I remember, oh how I remember. I thought my heart would
never mend. SHUT UP YOU STUPID KITTENS! You don’t know how much humans
can hurt you.
After Jessica, there was Brian. The people from the grocery store gave
me to him less than a week after they got me. They said I was
depressing. Brian was a college student. I loved to sit on his lap
while he was at the computer or studying. He was kind and I learned so
much from him and his friends. Then he left for the summer. I hung
around his apartment for a long time waiting for him to come back. He
never did. I SAID SHUT UP. There, quiet for the moment. Kittens. I
didn’t love Brian anyway.
You! Hey you! I know you’re a college student. I know how to behave
in an apartment. You need a friend. I’d be a good friend, honest. I’m
loyal. I’ll be your friend if you’ll be mine. They say that I only have
three days to find some one. Then it’s the Rainbow Bridge, buddy.
Kitty heaven for those who don’t know better. Dog lover.
After I was chased away from Brian’s apartment building, I wandered
around the neighborhood. I met a sweet little calico, man she was
delicious. I think I fathered three kittens with her. Three of them
looked like me. She chased me off after they were born.
I guess I gave up after that. The dog catcher had no problems catching
me. I was so hungry. FOR THE LAST TIME, SHUT UP! Man, I’m so tired.
Wait a minute. I thought I had two more days. Please don’t take me out
of here. I’m a good cat. I’m soft, clean, and loyal. No! Not that
room. That’s the end place. I don’t want to die. Look, lady. Don’t
pet me if you’re going to murder me. Please, I don’t want to scratch
anyone, but I’m scared. That pointy thing smells yucky,. Please don’t
kill me!
Am I at the bridge? No, it smells like the end place. What does this
mean? I’m confused. I’m warm, clean smelling (except for the yucky
smell), and they’re bringing a box over here. Does this mean that I
have an only home?
Wait a minute. It’s that yellow furred human I saw the other day.
REPRIEVE! I have an only home. I’m going to be one of the few lucky
ones! What’s your name cutie? I love you already. You can call me
whatever you want. Sherman? I love it already. I promise I won’t eat
your plants, get on your counters, tear up your furniture, scratch your
friends, sit in front of your computer monitor or bring any other cats
in to live with you. Just love me enough to keep me forever, pet me,
and keep me in kibble, and I won’t ever leave you.

In article .com,
wrote:
What she said!

Not only is it beautifully written and heart-wrenching, but it
empahsizes the philosophy I developed the first time I went to the
shelter. I was looking for a cat that had disappeared. I knew that if
he didn't show up, I'd get another. I noticed the way people were
making a fuss over the kittens, while beautiful adult cats were
neglected.


Same with me. I wanted an adult cat, not a kitten, and I wanted a
boy. However, Rita had been transferred from another shelter already
in an attempt to find her a home, and I just couldn't let a beautiful
girly like her go unhomed.

Best decision of my life.

Jane
- owned and operated by Princess Rita