"Kitler" -???

Good grief, it blows the mind, just what you can find, on the www!






(Someone forwarded this link on to me, I found it sitting in my e-mail files... like a little kitty bombshell. Yah. I'm Still trying to get caught up on them things... er, that would be the e-mails, insert sheepish grin here X)
Check this out now... if that initial page wasn't entertainment enough for you - check out the opposing view points:


We Love Kitlers vs. We Hate Kitlers


=)

In other late breaking news: the neices are all gathered in town.
They range in age from 1 & 1/2 to 15.
2 of them, the 2 that share the same christian name, will celebrate birthdays within a week of each other. There was one birthday just today and the other's was last Saturday.
Being their beloved Aunt - (forever and always pronounced and sometimes written as "Ant" in my family) - I want to tell them some good stories.
I thought about this one.... maybe you can give it a read, & tell me what you think - entertaining for children or not?

"Hey, Seuss!?"

My kitty-kitty gave me a good scare recently.


She turned liquid, and slid, like quick sliver, out the carport door one night, this was late one Saturday night, mind you - just as I was trying to batten down all hatches, getting ready for bed.


Calling after her did no good.


She's a tortoise-shell calico, you know, and within a couple languid quick-steps, (& with a swish of her tail, as if waving "Ta-Ta" to me,) she was gone, into the night.


Her dematerializing-disappearance act - rivals any master illusionist - bar none.


The tricky thing is, I don't believe she knows just how completely, her camouflage coat melds her into every sceen outside the house.... 'course, that cloaking factor for her, could be heightened, just for me, seeing's how I've hit the bi-focal years ... and .... it was a pitch black night - at least it was underneath the carport.



I had an impluse prompting me to run her down, & I'd have done it, too...
(Yeah. I said that, just like I think I really could! lol!)
In a flash, my impulse, was considered and dropped -
...because I was barefooted, and I have learned not to risk taking on the goat head stickers, now well established, wherever nothin' else is.
...and, well, kitty is cooped up nearly all the time -
...and it was a beautiful, temparate summer's eve -
...and she never goes near the highway...
...and so...



"Fine!"


I muttered after my paisley little princess.

"I'm going to bed."


I announce this, to the lack luster carport - with a huffy emphasis on the 'me' part of it all.
I gently shut the door, hungry for sleep, downing all the lights on my way back to bed.


...and...


I'm ashamed to admidt it:
I forgot about her.


She was out all night.


I was up way early for Sunday morn, and it took me a couple hours to realized she wasn't padding around, adding her spunk to our morning routines.

You know?
Kitty stuff, like:

After carefully checking the kitchen (& her dish), the "kitty kung-fu" kicking of the bathroom door open, just so she can, then, royally, saunter in, to hang out with me while I'm doing MY thing.

The making of the furry figure 8s around my bare-nakid legs - then
surrying off to the kitchen (& her dish) when I hang up the toothbrush

- or -

The purching of her bad-kitty-self up in the open window, where
she can both spy on the neighbor's doggie and get a little bird watching in
while 'willing' me to move onwards, towards the kitchen (& her dish)

- or -

Jumping the counter just to fish out some new use for
items I sometimes stow away there.
Such as the morning she amuzed herself (and amazed me) by
twirling a cotton swap daintily on her claws like it was some
sort of little kitty batton, then clamping it firmly, like a cigarette
between sabre teeth, before bounding away, once more, towards the kitchen (&
her dish)....

This little entertainment also answered 2 important questions, for me, that I'd been turning over & over in my mind for quite some time:

1. 'Why are cotton swabs suddenly showing up in all the rooms of the house???' ...and...
2. 'Why are they all pointing towards the kitchen?' =)
   

I, frankly, didn't like the fact that I'd purely forgotten about her.
I liked it even less, that she wouldn't come when I called...
I hated it, that I couldn't see her anywhere, either.
(Despite the fact that she can be near invisable, in any given hidy spot, wrapped up in her tortis shell cloak, she always comes, running to me, [carefully avoiding stickers] whenever she's been out for a length of time.)

It is times, just like these, that I get to wishin' that I'd picked a different name for kitty.
Yelling, "Hey, Seuss!?", well, sounds funny....
so does, "Hey! Dr. Seuss!?"
"Hello-oh!?"
"Dr. Seuss!?"
and...
"Oh, Dr. Clawdia Seu-ouss, come out, come out, wherever you are!" is not a wit better than any of the others.
Still... all things considered, it is much, much better than the time your Ant Debbie named her cat, "Snort".

**Sighs** I was worried about Dr. Seuss.
No matter which direction I called, it was no use.
There was no Seuss.
I got so worried I began looking further and further away from home for her.
I even got in the car and drove down the highway to the river and back - looking for her only, I didn't bother with the yelling of "Hey, Seuss!" out of the car at the same time I was driving and looking.
That would have been too ridiculous.
Who knows?
...and...
Who can say?
Perhaps there's a deer or a racoon down by the river that answers to the name of Jesus - it does sound very similar to "Hey, Seuss!" with the proper accent, doncha know?
Remember this was a Sunday... and I was beginning to think that kitty was lost.
And so I thought to pray, for her furry welfare.
I looked again, when I got back home.
It was no use.
There was no Seuss.
So, I went to church and I said another prayer, for people everywhere that have lost warm & fuzzy companions that help to make their mornings bright and sometimes silly & for Dr. Seuss, of course, to be ok & to find a safe way, to come home again.
I hurried home after church, but it was no use.
(Note: I would stop here & see if the kids would finish the next sentence for me... even if they don't it feels like a good place to pause...)
There was no Seuss.

It was a VERY warm, summer, Sunday afternoon and I soon fell asleep.
Deeply napping, dreaming dreams, and snoring, and snorting, loudly - all of which I'm certain of, and none of which, do I remember, 'cept for the nappy part....
and then...
and then....
I remembered: "SEE-USS!"
So I went calling...
...and...
It was no use..... (slight pause, for effect...)
There was no Seuss.
"Phooey." I thought, "I need to go away. I hope she is okay!? I need her to be found...."
And then, I went to town.

Note: This is normally where I would just stop telling a story to the children.
If they are no longer paying attention, I am off the story telling hook and we all move on to with our lives.
If they are paying attention they will say, "And then what happened Ant _(insert my given name ending in a pronounced 'e' here)_ E?" ...and I will finish the story...

Well...?
Tell me what you think about it so far?
If you read it down to here, YOU are NOT off the storytelling hook! lol....