Started With a Litter Now We're Here

        This last week I've been looking for something interesting to write about. While doing this I start to remember the past cats I have owned that left scars on my arms and legs. Cats have hissed at me, tore my curtains, pooped on my bed. Yet I still love cats. I have heard people say cats are, evil, mean, keep to themselves, all they do is scratch, don't like to play, are unfriendly. But what I've learned is cats are like people, some don't like to socialize and others cant go a day without talking.

     
  Hunter isn't like any of the cats I've owned. He comes to me purring, flopping down on my homework begging for my attention, wanting to play fetch ( I have never had a cat that could fetch before hunter ). Running all through out the house like a psycho because no one will give him attention. Laying next to me letting me know it is time for bed. Both him and Doug giving my mom, my little sister, and me a sad look as we leave the house for school/work. Doug came later into the family, so small and fragile. Now that he has grown a bit, his paws are huge and his face is maturing. He's not as talkative as Hunter, but when he wants to be heard, he lets us know. Doug's favorite thing to do is lay around the house on his tummy/back. When he walks around the house, he looks like a fluffy marshmallow flinching at anything that makes noise. Neither one of them have left scars like the cats before.So people can say all they want about cats and how they're mean, and non-sociable. But not all cats are like this, looking for the right cat is like going through friendships and heartbreaks to find the one who is for you. I know that I've went through many rough friendships and heartbreaks of my own. This last week I've been looking for something, I've found my little follower and my lil' bro.

Lil' Bro

A picture is worth a thousand words,
And it tells a story just as well,
Of a landscape, a smile, or a time,
When things were just completely perfect,
And lovelier than any rhyme. 

A picture is worth a thousand words, 
Depicting so many different things. 
For every person something unique, 
A wedding, a birth, or a sunset, 
Or a timeless, invaluable antique. 

A picture is worth a thousand words, 
Permanent proof that can't be erased. 
No matter how much you may want to, 
No matter how bad a mistake, 
You can't make a picture untrue. 

A picture is worth a thousand words, 
A life is worth much more. 
And looking over pictures shows, 
What moments were important to you, 
Since pictures are moments you chose. 

A Picture is worth a Thousand Words. Posted 16 May 2013. http://allpoetry.com/poem/10637545-A-Picture-is-                                                                                                   Worth-a-Thousand-Words-by-JustARose 
" Little Doug is on the floor again. Laying flat on his stomach to try and cool off. He looks so fluffy and adorable. It's crazy how much hes grown, I hope he just gets more gorgeous as he grows into a full cat." -Field notes 11/7     

                                                                                                  11/7/2014

When I look at this picture I see my little brother.

I don't see just a cat,

or a pet,

or some pest.

I see my little brother Doug.

A trouble maker when hes hyper.

A lover when I wake up in the morning.

A wrecking ball when hes hungry,

just like his sister (me),

looking for that one piece of food,

that didn't make it into the bowl.

A flat faced cat,

with an iron-man symbol on his forehead,

whose face sinks in the water bowl,

chin soaked.

One who always seems to be trying to cool off,

but can't because his family keeps turning on the heater.

So fluffy and cute,

but doesn't like cuddling.

sitting in front of us, at dinner,

waiting for us to sacrifice a piece of chicken to him.

When I look at this picture I see my little brother,

who is still young but growing,

little by little, 

his paws grow,

his meow grows stronger,

he plays more,

eats a ton. 

My little brother is what I see.

My little Follower

So small.
So fragile.
Yet full of strength,
of adventure.
Hair as white as sand from the marina.
Face so tiny like a mouse.
Ears like a bat.
Sleeping like an angel on my chest.
The soft vibrations of your purr,
filling my thoughts with happiness,
of how grateful I am to have you.
Playing catch,
attacking the mouse as if its live prey,
bringing it back to me as a gift.
Curling up next to me,
purring a lullaby.
The sad look you give me,
when I get ready to leave,
for school ,or sports.
The annoying ,whining sounds you make,
when your hungry,
reaching for the nasty thing called food,
that is supposedly healthy for you.
But that's not important.

Look at you now.
Bigger yet still so small and fragile.
Just as playful as ever.
Still fetching.
Telling me about your day,
telling on Doug when hes being bad.
Wanting my attention.
Following me when I walk into the bathroom,
to the kitchen,
the living room.
Finding you in my room,
sleeping in my closet.
I love you so much!
For letting me have the honor of taking care of you.
I know that some may say cats are,
rude,
selfish,
obnoxious,
or that they just can't stand them at all.
But you are the one that proves,
cats aren't like that.
They can be adorable,
caring,
loving,
just like you.

I Love You! <3