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Could you take a minute to vote for Susan? If she gets the most votes she gets a free trip to Hawaii.
Thanks!
Laura
Friday, April 17, 2009
Could you vote for Susan?
Could you take a minute to vote for Susan? If she gets the most votes she gets a free trip to Hawaii.
Thanks!
Laura
Monday, April 13, 2009
Future writers?
Family Pride - by Luke
There’s my aunt a uncle who teach me spanish.
My omie and opie who teach me to be polite.
My grandparent’s who like golf.
My grammy and pop pop teach me about nature.
Mama Cat - by Sam
I’ve had a lot of experiences with animals, but there is one I’ll never forget. It began in March of 2004. My brothers and I were in our backyard playing tag or something when I came across a small cat, almost tripping over it. The cat was mostly a dull, darkish gray. Its stomach was snowy white, and it had bits of black here and there. It was a tabby, so it had stripes. It was a thin cat, so it looked a little smaller than most cats. My brothers and I stopped whatever we were doing and went over to pet the cat, but the cat hurried away as though I had pulled its tail. However, for the next couple months, I would notice the cat hanging around our house. On one particular day, while I was eating lunch on our back porch with my mother and brothers, the cat leaped up onto the porch and started to nibble on our food. My mother shooed it away.
Two months later, the cat gave birth to only one kitten. I came home from school and found the kitten in a little box in our garage. The kitten was about the size of a mouse (I wasn’t surprised that my mother thought it was a mouse when she first saw it). Its fur was a grayish color, like its mother. Its eyes were barely open, and it continually made these squeaking sounds. I could hold it in one hand and felt its razor-sharp claws digging into the palm of my hand. My father was gone on business at the time, and when he found out about the kitten, he said both the cat and the kitten had better be gone by the time he got home, which was two weeks away.
We started out feeding the cat tuna, but its stomach hated that the way people hate Jerry Springer, so we switched to buying cat food at Meijer. Meanwhile, the kitten could open its eyes complete-ly, and could take millimeter-length steps on my hand. Two weeks passed and we still hadn’t found a home for the cat. The day my father returned was a stormy one. Rain was coming down sideways, thunder was so loud our house shook, and some kind of storm watch or warning was issued every two minutes. And it the midst of all the lousy weather, and the fact that my father’s flight would probably be delayed, we gave the cat away to an old friend. It was so hard to give up the cat and kitten, but we knew they were in good hands.
There’s my aunt a uncle who teach me spanish.
My omie and opie who teach me to be polite.
My grandparent’s who like golf.
My grammy and pop pop teach me about nature.
Mama Cat - by Sam
I’ve had a lot of experiences with animals, but there is one I’ll never forget. It began in March of 2004. My brothers and I were in our backyard playing tag or something when I came across a small cat, almost tripping over it. The cat was mostly a dull, darkish gray. Its stomach was snowy white, and it had bits of black here and there. It was a tabby, so it had stripes. It was a thin cat, so it looked a little smaller than most cats. My brothers and I stopped whatever we were doing and went over to pet the cat, but the cat hurried away as though I had pulled its tail. However, for the next couple months, I would notice the cat hanging around our house. On one particular day, while I was eating lunch on our back porch with my mother and brothers, the cat leaped up onto the porch and started to nibble on our food. My mother shooed it away.
Two months later, the cat gave birth to only one kitten. I came home from school and found the kitten in a little box in our garage. The kitten was about the size of a mouse (I wasn’t surprised that my mother thought it was a mouse when she first saw it). Its fur was a grayish color, like its mother. Its eyes were barely open, and it continually made these squeaking sounds. I could hold it in one hand and felt its razor-sharp claws digging into the palm of my hand. My father was gone on business at the time, and when he found out about the kitten, he said both the cat and the kitten had better be gone by the time he got home, which was two weeks away.
We started out feeding the cat tuna, but its stomach hated that the way people hate Jerry Springer, so we switched to buying cat food at Meijer. Meanwhile, the kitten could open its eyes complete-ly, and could take millimeter-length steps on my hand. Two weeks passed and we still hadn’t found a home for the cat. The day my father returned was a stormy one. Rain was coming down sideways, thunder was so loud our house shook, and some kind of storm watch or warning was issued every two minutes. And it the midst of all the lousy weather, and the fact that my father’s flight would probably be delayed, we gave the cat away to an old friend. It was so hard to give up the cat and kitten, but we knew they were in good hands.
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