Monologue for Creative writing Class

Pam, would you mind if I forwarded this to a few of my friends?
We compete to see who can make the others cry hardest. lol
Actually, my sewing list would LOVE this too.
If you don't mind....

Jane
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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/

Pam, this is awesome. If I were you, I'd print this up and take it around
to any local cat rescue groups, the humane society, the pound, vets, etc.,
talk to the people at Petsmart, too, maybe it could be put in the local
paper to help promote a local adopt-a-thon. It might give some people
pause to think.
Christine
"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.

Hey, Pam,
With your permission could I send this on to the contact person I have at
the local animal humane association and see if they're interested in using
it --they're having an adoptathon in the near future.
Christine
"Singh" wrote in message
...
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.

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.

Absolutely great piece of writing, Pam. Rob didn't lie.

Jill

CATherine wrote:


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

Thank you all. For some reason, this just popped into my head after I
was given the class assignment to write a monologue. The teacher used
the example of a past student who had her narrator be a drunk woman, and
i don't do drunks gladly. I also wanted something that meant something
to me. After I'd got to the point, I couldn't let Sherman do to the
bridge. He had to be one of the lucky ones.

It you look at it, you'll notice that he yells at the kittens whenever
his sadness gets to be too much for him. Rather like a lot of cats (and
drunks) that I've known over the years. I'm very glad that you all like
the job I did. I confess to crying as I typed the last couple of
paragraphs. The things people do to their friends...

Pam S.

Marina wrote:


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.


We were told to keep it under two pages or so. I had to cut a bunch out
of it in order to get it where it was (barely) within the limit given.

Pam S.

Jane wrote:

Pam, would you mind if I forwarded this to a few of my friends?
We compete to see who can make the others cry hardest. lol
Actually, my sewing list would LOVE this too.
If you don't mind....

Jane


I don't mind, Jane. I own the copy right, and, so long as the proper
attribution is given, have no problem with it. If it is good enough, it
may be published in the campus literary magazine. We'll see what
happens. I'm not a member of the English department honor society, and
that may matter.

Pam S.

Singh wrote:



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.



Baha, I have no problems with you publishing it so long as credit is
given where credit is due. Like I told Jane, I own the copy right on it
and I don't intend to give it up easily. I'm greedy, I is. I also
published a poem in here called "Abandoned" that you may use if you like
it. It also deals with the experiences of an abandoned cat.

Pam S. who will send you the poem if you wish

Christine Burel wrote:

Hey, Pam,
With your permission could I send this on to the contact person I have at
the local animal humane association and see if they're interested in using
it --they're having an adoptathon in the near future.
Christine


Like I told Baha and Jane, I don't mind so long as due credit is given.
I'll let you use the same poem "Abandoned" under the same terms. If
either gets one or more cats adopted, I'll have considered it as paying
for this year at school.

Pam S.

Christine Burel wrote:

Pam, this is awesome. If I were you, I'd print this up and take it around
to any local cat rescue groups, the humane society, the pound, vets, etc.,
talk to the people at Petsmart, too, maybe it could be put in the local
paper to help promote a local adopt-a-thon. It might give some people
pause to think.
Christine


Thank you again. I'd thought of seeing if the local shelters could use
it, but I'm a little leery of taking it to them. I might have a harder
time keeping the rights to this. Yes I'm greedy.

Pam S.