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2. Write 8 facts about your character.
3. Tag 8 people (you can tag back).
1) He works for demon lords. In exchange, they help keep his sister Penny alive and somewhat sane.
2) He's 153 years-old (he looks 19), and he's from Saudi Arabia. (I changed his apparent age a bit)
3) He and his sister were the results of an unsuccessful lab experiment. The scientists were trying to find a way for humans to grow back limbs using stem cells (like starfish do). Thus, he can morph into different forms. His original form is cat.
4) He's too cocky and arrogant for his own good. It's a wonder his employers haven't blown him off the face of the earth yet. He probably curses more than whats generally acceptable as well.
5) He has super-enhanced abilities granted by his employers such as speed and stealth. Everything good for an evil, undercover mission.
6) He doesn't like eating physical food. He believes it ties him too closely with society. He prefers to be a phenomenon, not a citizen.
7) He distances his self from everyone but his sister. Heck, he hates (or thinks he hates) everyone but his sister. Not a terribly soft nor kind individual.
8) He is in love with his sister. Yes, I know. Incestuous. It's weird. He cannot differentiate between familial love and romantic/sexual love really at all. (You just got EXPOSED, Io) (Also, Penny is oblivious to his feelings)
Turtle
Some of you may remember a status I shared a while ago about me fostering some kittens. But since that point, I have not really mentioned them and how things were going. So now, even though all of my beautiful cats are gone, I would like to express the amazing experiences I’ve had caring for these beauties, whether or not you are interested.
I’d also like to write this document in memory of Turtle, one of the precious kitties who passed away a few months ago.
So it all started I believe one July day. My mother had set up a time with one of the members from the Humane Society to visit the animal shelter and take a litter of kittens to bring home. The man was very nice, but I’m not sure he knew exactly how the system worked. He took us into the cat section open to the public and had us determine which litter we wanted. They were all older kittens and there were a lot of litters. Eventually we chose a litter of pretty black cats.
That was when one of the shelter employees informed us that that was not how it worked. So the employee took us to a back section, not open to the public. In there were the recently picked-up-off-the-streets cats. It was a sad room. I remember a lonely orange tabby huddled in the corner of her cage.
For fostering, the animal shelter gave the foster owners the kittens recently taken in and not available for adopting yet. So there was only one available litter of kittens for us to take. There were four of them and they were all so small. The employee put them all into the kennel we had brought and we were soon after on the road toward our home. All the paperwork had been filled out before hand.
My mother only agreed to the idea of fostering cats because in our new house was a small cat coop on the side of the house. The cat coop was pretty much an adapted chicken coop. Some of the earlier owners of the house must have had chickens so they constructed a little coop on the side of the house. The owners right before us were avid cat lovers. They amended the coop to suit their long haired, white cats. A little cat door was installed to connect the house to the cat coop. Wooden ledges were also installed for the cats to rest on. So for the first month or so the kittens stayed in the cat coop.
Since it was still summer and I had plentiful time, a large portion of my day was spent spending time with the kittens.
From left the right, the cats are Venice, Lily, Nyx, and Turtle. All females.
They came to us flea-ridden and malnourished. There were definitely of at least two different litters, Venice and Lily from one and possibly Turtle and Nyx from another. I don’t believe Turtle and Nyx were siblings, but my mother believes they were. Turtle and Nyx had visibly endured more trauma than the tabbies did on the streets. I’ll go more into that later.
I’ll group Venice and Lily here simply because they were very similar. I named Venice after the Italian city for no real apparent reason and my sister named Lily. They are siblings and loved to play with each other. They were the most rambunctious of the group. Venice tended to be more willing to cuddle with you than Lily was. Lily was more hyperactive. They both, mostly Venice, loved to leap up onto my legs while I was standing and climb up me until I scooped them up into my arms. My jeans have many loose threads because of that. They were the most playful and healthy, which my mom and I believe is because they didn’t have the traumatic past the other kittens had.
Nyx was a very peculiar kitty. I named her after the Greek goddess of darkness because of her black fur. She was very small and very fluffy. She was a little shy at first, but quickly warmed up to me. She became more playful as she got healthier. She had come to us covered in fleas and very malnourished and underweight. But we got her fleas treated and took her to the doctor, who gave her a more filling diet. She became more rounded like a proper kitten. Nyx also behaved very strangely. My mother believes it was due to the trauma she experienced on the streets. She acted very spontaneously and did strange things like sleeping in the litter box. She liked to try to play with Venice and Lily, but it usually didn’t work. Everyone loved her though.
Then there’s Turtle. My brother proposed this name after I told him she was a tortoiseshell, and the name stuck. She was very, very shy. When we first brought her home, she would not leave the kennel, and then once I forced her out, she ran and hid beneath the blankets on the floor. She was very skittish. She eventually became used to me, but she still reverted to her avoiding of everyone once we brought them into the house. I’ll talk a little more about her latter.
This is a little off subject, but I’ll get back on track after this. Every week we had to bring the kittens to Market Night to kind of like advertise them. It was to try to get the cats adopted. The kittens, especially Nyx, were very adored. The older cats, though, were not very popular. I remember one poor cat who hissed and cried every time her foster owner would try to handle her.
Nyx was the first to be adopted. Her small fluffiness made her extremely popular and it’s no wonder she was the first to go. Everyone loved her. She was adopted quite quickly after she was old enough to be adopted. A nice family with one son from the coast took her and they are happy.
Then Lily was adopted quite a while later. She was taken in by an older, single women who lived up in the mountains. We haven’t heard back from her, but I hope they are happy.
Venice was adopted a little afterwards. I’m sad that her and her sister couldn’t be adopted together (they loved each other so much) but I knew it wouldn’t happen. She was adopted by a few college students and they are happy.
Turtle was never adopted. She was a gorgeous cat, but I believe most people wanted a more energetic and loving cat, not a calm and skittish one.
Once all of her companions were adopted, though, she completely changed. She lived inside the house now, not the cat coop. She never ran from anyone any more. And she loved me as dearly as much as I loved her. She would always crawl onto my lap as I worked on my homework on the living room floor to receive pets. She was very calm, but extremely loving. Her most favorite place was on and under the couch. Sometimes, when I’d be working on homework at 12 or 1 at night, I’d lay down on the couch to take a break and then she’d lay down on my stomach and put me right to sleep. My mother hated when I did that. Turtle begged for my attention and I adored her. She was the most obedient, most loving, best cat ever.
Then we went onto a three week vacation to Europe. Our grandparents were watching the pets and my brother. The weekend before we returned, Turtle got sick. My grandfather didn’t think it was any more than the flu or something, so he let her be.
We returned. Hearing what he told us, I decided I’d go pet her real quick before I went to bed. That was the last time I saw her. She was under the couch. I couldn’t see her very well in the dark, but her fur looked mangled and she looked weak, huddled into a ball. I stretched my hand under the couch and scratched her behind her ears. I could tell that it gave her some comfort.
The next day I went to school and when I came back, my mother told me she had taken Turtle to the vet. She was much more sick than we had suspected. The doctor said she had an intestinal virus and that she could die. I prayed that she would live.
Then, two days later we called the doctor. They said that the virus had reached her brain and she had passed away in the night, January 11. It was awful. It made me feel so terrible that I wasn’t there to love her as she died, and that the only interaction I had with her after my 3 week leave was only for a moment. It was so unfair. She was only a kitten. She never even lived to have her first birthday.
My mother was researching and we suspect Turtle had Feline Infectious Peritonitis. She had all of the symptoms. The disease is the presence of a coronavirus and with trauma, aggravates it. It can cause the cats to go blind. Turtle had started to go blind in one eye. It makes cats very calm and unenergetic. Turtle fit this description. And with trauma, it causes a virus to attack the body. Turtle experienced trauma out on the streets and was killed by a virus.
Anyways, that’s the story of my cats, of Venice, Lily, Nyx, and Turtle. They all have homes now, whether here or in the next life. I’m so grateful I could change their lives for the better. Left at the animal shelter, they could have died without anyone to love them. But I’m thankful I had the chance to give them love, a good life, and a family to love them as much as I did.
More pictures of my beautiful children: sta.sh/224lavt2g6i8?edit=1
Devious Journal Entry
1.) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
“... and the Rhineland, was more than a couple of hundred miles away. Civilization among...” (Palmer, A History of Europe in the Modern World).
2.) Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What can you reach?
A tall, green, old Italian door that I have not the slightest clue where it leads to.
3.) What is the last thing you watched on TV?
I think Paw Patrol? And skiing. We spent a day on Rome doing nothing because it was raining and so we just flipped on the TV to whatever random channel. It was all in Italian.
4.) Without looking guess what time it is?
14:00?
5.) Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
15:41. WELP
6.) With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
My brother grunting like a donkey, crazy children, and all the muddled, unidentifiable noises of an Italian street.
7.) When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Right now. We went to Naples Underground and saw the old Roman aqueduct systems.
8.) Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Italian alleys and everything inside them.
9.) What are you wearing?
Boots, jeans, sweater, coat. Skin.
10.) Did you dream last night?
Yes. It had something to do with Harry Potter and band, but I can’t quite recall it.
11.) When did you last laugh?
No idea. I’m not terribly susceptible to laughter, so
12.) What are on the walls you are in?
I’m kinda moving around Italian streets, so I can’t quite say. Shops.
13.) Seen anything weird lately?
Italians. Just kidding. But I’ve seen many interesting things here. A dog riding on a moped with its owner, a decked out, upside down Christmas tree, etc.
14.) What do you think of this quiz?
Quite interesting. More of my kind of thing than a lot of other ones I’ve done
15.) What was the last film you saw?
The first half without volume of the second Back to the Future movie.
16.) If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
A Fazioli piano, nice art supplies, books, and donate a lot to charity and animal shelters.
17.) Tell me something about you that I don't know?
I’m secretly a cat. :0
Lol, no. I’m just an average Joe that is overworked.
18.) If you could change one thing about the world.
World hunger (and not only for humans).
19). What do you want to learn in the future?
More stuff about music, especially composing. Also how to properly use paints.
20.) George Bush:
What? I’m not sure if this is the question or if the question was accidentally deleted.
21.) Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
No sé. I do not know.
22.) Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Leo. I’ve determined that is my new favorite male name.
23.) Would you ever consider living abroad?
Maybe. It would be quite exciting and fun, but I’m not sure I can handle that much moving around and such an active life.
24.) What do you want God to say when you reach the pearly gates?
Thank you.
25.) Tag six people who must also do this in THEIR journal:
Frickin heck, I hate using the app. I cannot delete the line under this paragraph. No, I am not tagging myself. I tag whoever wants to do this, since I’m 110% lazy
RandomFallingCats
School
Commissions will be delayed and I will not be very active on here.
If there is anything you want to specifically tell me or show me, either send me a note or mention me. Otherwise I will probably not see it.
Very sorry for the inconvenience. I will try to work on commissions on the weekends but no promises. I probably will have homework and marching band stuff.
I will get more time once Thanksgiving break comes.
...
That's a long ways away.
Sorry guys.
If you guys are fed up with my procrastination and inability to get commissions done feel free to withdraw your commission. Note you will not be refunded because you never paid me to begin with. You do not pay until I finish your commission for just this reason.
Peace out and good luck with surviving school (cause I know I won't)
-Random