Monologue for Creative writing Class

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.

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
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.

It's hard to type through the tears. That is wonderful, Pam. Rob is
right. I loved it.
Purrs and Hugs,

Nan and the furkids

A wise man talks because he has something to say;
a fool talks because he has to say something.

That's beautiful Pam. And beautifully written.

Tish

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
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.

"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.////

It made me cry. It's very well written and very poignant.

Helen M


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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.

I decided at that time that any time I wanted a cat, I'd go to the
shelter and get an adult. That's where both of the ones I have now
came from.

Joy

Why has my monitor gone all blurry?

*sniff*

Yowie


"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.

"tanada" wrote in message
ink.net...
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.
I think you have real talent, Pam.

"tanada" wrote in message
ink.net...
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.



Pam, you had me in tears. That essay is so poignant and heartbreaking that
it is hard to describe. It is also instructional -- anyone who would read
that and not be moved must have a cold heart. Thanks for posting.

MaryL

I'm glad that Sherman survives. Well done!

One thing--I find it jarring when Sherman yells at the kittens.
Instead of him calling them names and yelling at them to shut up, he
would be more endearing if he muttered something about the unfairness
of their likelihood to get adopted vs his to show why he resents them,
or if his yelling underlined the fact that they are not old enough to
have the experiences he has. He probably wishes them better lives than
the one he's had until then.

Sherman at the end here, sounds just like Smokey. Except that after
three years, he's going to go from "I promise I'll never ever be bad"
to "gimme someof your sandwich, now."

--Fil




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.

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.
Great stuff, Pam! Had me worried up to the last paragraph, then happy
dancing time! Rob's a good critic.

--
Sam, closely supervised by Mistletoe