Choose Your Path~Amber Part Three~Home

      (Author's note: If you ever wonder why I post several things and then nothing at all. I find time, so I make some posts. Then I get busy with other things (more on those later), and work on my project, but not my blog. I am trying to work on both though. You may see more posts soon, hopefully. Anyway on to the third part of Amber's story.)
      
       Amber stood frozen behind the fort as the boy looked around for her. He popped open the can and waved the can slowly along the ground, while clucking his tongue. "Here, kitty cat." He whispered. "I have some food for you." Amber sniffed the air, the dirt, grass, boy, and salmon smells reached her nose. He smelled okay but, she should be cautious. The boy frowned and stopped waving the can and sat it down. "Kitty cat cat?" The boy sighed pulling his knees against his chest, he hugged himself tight. "Where did she go?" Then, he began to cry. 
        Amber swished her tail. The boy was crying. He smelled okay, but sad. He had food. Salmon. She had only had that once before in a trash can and she had loved it. He was crying. Sure he was a human, but he was upset. She felt a need inside of her. A longing. Not food. Not Salmon. Compassion. Comfort.
        Amber inched out of the fort, and sat down in front of the boy. He looked up at Amber. "Kitty cat?" She crouched down and began to eat, because she might as well eat the salmon while it was here. The boy reached out his hand palm down, inviting her to sniff. Amber looked up from her food, she sniffed the hand. "Hello kitty cat, I like you."
         He inched up next to her. She purred. She liked this boy who fed her salmon. He stroked her back. She stayed put. It felt nice, she liked being petted. He reached his arms around her and picked her up. She squirmed. He held on and set her in his lap. Amber realized that she liked being held. And then Amber purred.

         The End

Choose Your Path~Amber Part One~Amber's Journey Begins

        Since I don't know what happened to the calico kitten, here is a story. This will be a story where the next part will be decided by polls. The choices WILL affect the story! So be careful what you choose.

       A mother cat sat with her five kittens. Fahd (that name means panther) a black kitten was batting at his mother's tail with Amber his calico sister. Onyx and Leo tumbled as they each tried to grab each other. And Astra groomed her fur coat in a sunbeam as a cool fall breeze blew lazily. 

      They were now eight weeks old and would need to fend for themselves soon like all kittens do. They would go and journey through life with it's many dangers. Cats are solitary creatures and tend to keep to themselves, so they would all go on their own separate paths. 

       Amber, Fahd, Onyx, Astra, and Leo all left their mother that evening. But for now we will follow Amber as the calico kitten, who has just left her mother, struts along a fence line behind a house. She leaps off when the fence ends and walks along as a cool breeze blows through the surrounding trees, gently rustling the leaves. Amber scans the area with her keen night vision for a possible home to stay in as the sun sets.

       She locates a few options, a hollow in a tree that sits in small grouping of other trees behind a fenced in yard, a wooden box with weird lettering on it in the yard, and an old tire by the trees. Amber sits with her tail whipping up and down thinking about her options. She smells a strange scent that is of another animal and wonders where she could hide and rest.

Where do you think Amber should sleep?

The Cats ~Part 2~ The Missing Shadow

         Opps, sorry it looks like I posted three posts, left you in suspense, and then disappeared from the blogosphere for way too long! So, school has started and I have finally started another post for my poor blog. So here is Part Two...

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         Having rescued Emerald my parents posted on a neighborhood site saying we were looking for the kittens. We had seen two of them running around, one calico and the other black. After a while someone called us to say that the black kitten was in their garage.

"Yes, I was in someone's garage, what about it?"

         So, we got Emerald in a crate and carried her to their house. Then we sat on the floor trying to get the kitten out from under a car in the garage. We opened Emerald's crate door and took her out, thinking the kitten would come to her. Emerald sat calmly and we waited. The kitten was lured out by placing a dry cat food trail.

"I think there is food in here!"

"I know I heard something! It must be food!"

         He wanted to come to his mom, but she told him, no. But we did get him in the crate and with him in crate and just holding Emerald we went home.
         After a lengthy conversation and a doctor visit we named him Shadow, because he hides in the shadows and you don't know where he is when he is in plain sight.

"I AM the best at hide and seek.

My! I have grown so much since those pictures!"

"Wait a minute, are you taking my picture?"

"I am too fast for anyone to take my picture!"

You can just skip this next part.

It is very sad.

No one will judge you.

 You can continue though.

You do have free will after all.

       Several days after finding Shadow, we still were administering sweet Emerald her medicine and feeding her moist cat food. But sadly it was not enough, because one morning she had passed away. At least she knew that her Shadow had a good home. 

The End

(No one knows what became of the other kitten)

The Cats ~Part 1~ Emerald's Arrival

   Now this story is a very sad one, about two dogs and two cats who (Hold one) are all rescues. So, if you don't want to read a sad post, just skip this one. Because it is quite pitiful for the cats. So, if you wish to continue, you will just keep reading. Like you are doing right now. But, don't worry most of the sadness is in part two.

Caution!   Below this line is all of the sadness!   Caution!

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~In Memory Of Emerald, The Cat That Chose Us~ 





   One day I was washing dishes (Yes, I was washing dishes, strange way to start a story) when my mom said, "Oh, look there is a cat on our deck and it looks like it's drinking water from the flower basin."

   And of course I looked out the window and then I saw a grey tabby drinking from the flower basin. Then quickly, I went out onto the deck. I slowly approached the cat who was still drinking the water. As I inched closer the cat turned around and walked toward me. I asked Josiah to get something for the cat to eat. The cat rubbed up against me, so I petted her and then she went under a table to get in the shade.
    He came back saying that Mom was fixing some fish sticks. Now by this time I was under the table (because it was so hot!), petting the cat and praying that the cat would not run away (I already was thinking of what to name her!). Thankfully, a few minutes later Mom came with some water for the cat. Mom said the cat may be sick so I shouldn't pet her (little did she know I had already been petting the cat).
   Awhile later the fish sticks were ready and Mom came out with a few pieces and a crate. I tried to lure the cat to the crate, but the cat wasn't hungry. Mom researched how to rescue a cat and after a little research we decided to wrap a towel around the cat and put her in a box en route to the vet. I volunteered to do it but Mom thought the cat might scratch or bite me(I told her that the cat would not do that).
   So, off Mom goes to get on her protective gear. Being told to stay inside, me and my brother watched as Mom walked onto the deck, wearing a purple 'rain' coat and thick purple gloves. 
   Then my brother said, "Look it's Super Mom!"
   I silently laughed, when he tries to be funny he usually is not, when he attempts to be serious he is hilarious. This time he was being funny, and succeeded.
   I held the box on the ride to the vet. Bad news, they were booked, good news, there was another place we could go. So, we went to the other vet and they took us. Bad news, she had Feline AIDS. Good news, people can't catch it and she might get better if we feed her some antibiotic. (They also gave a bag of kitten food free! Thank You)
   Upon arriving home we prepared a litter box, bed, food and water. We discussed a name and finally decided on Emerald.

   A few days later we discovered that Emerald and Peter Pan have something in common.

"No, I'm not Peter Pan. But, I will be in the next post!"

   The End

 Until Part Two!