Category Archives: Pets

Kitten Kisses

A fuzzy ear,

a damp nose,

a sleeping girl no longer.

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Completely vanished.

Not there.




Just Hiding.


Silly turtle was completely buried in her dirt today. I swear I ran my hand over every inch of her bin. Then I start searching the room, completely at a loss as to how she could have gotten out. Check her bin again. She was right there. Dang thing.



So the other day I put out a call for post ideas and a couple people actually responded with requests! I was excited, especially when I saw that the lovely Ionia Martin suggested the word exuberance. I immediately thought of my dog, who is always hyper and excited and exhausting herself with her bouncing around. So I wrote the following sketch, outlining my dog, and how she is the epitome of exuberance.

“Good morning! Good morning human! Wake up!” Read the rest of this entry

Sleeping In



Why is there a cat in my face?

oh, now there’s a dog too. Guess I’m awake.

Will you two please not fight in my face?

Please tell me it’s at least 8..


Well, I got to sleep in a tiny bit.

Needless to say, having a job that starts at 7:00 and having pets have ruined any chance I have of sleeping til noon. Oh the good old days, how I miss you.

Turtle in a Box



Why would you put me back in this tiny box? And no, no I absolutely refuse! You are not taking me back to that blue motorous monster. That thing makes me nauseous! It feels like the world is flying by, and I’m not even moving!

Last time I was in this box I ended up in an entirely new home. I just got used to it! The curly haired boy is odd, but very entertaining. I don’t want to leave.

Let me out!

It’s dark in here. I want my mini-sun back.


I’ve been in here forever!

Why do you keep peeking at me? Just take me out? Yikes! Why does the world keep stopping and starting so much?

Oh yes. We stopped moving. Finally.

I’ll get to go back to my dirt!

And I sit…. and I sit…

Oh no. She’s going to pick me up.

Think of the dirt, think of the dirt.

Home! Light! Warmth!

I want another worm. I deserve it after that ordeal.

There’s some furry monster by the girl and a new human. They had better not let it near me. It looks… slobbery.

Oh good. they’re all gone.

I don’t mind the girl though. She gets along with the curly-haired boy.

I miss him.

(Don’t worry, Terra will get to go back to Jordan’s after we get back from our trip. Unfortunately, she will have to endure another car ride.)



The silly squirrel chirps and barks at me in anger. He wants me away from his tree? Ha! Fat chance! I defy his angry warnings and lope around the base of the catalpa. This is after all, my yard. What right does a squirrel have to tell me what to do?

He’s silent for a second.


Well now that we’ve got that out of the way, do you feel better mr. squirrel? No? How about we work out our differences? I jump onto the trunk of the tree, digging my claws into the bark. That jump was a little higher than I thought. I inch up the tree. I don’t know how high I can go, but cats always land on their feet, right?


It’s ok, squirrelly, I’m just coming to have a little chat. See? I’m not gonna hurt you (my claws are a bit busy keeping me in this damn tree. Why would you spend ALL your time in one of these?)

YES! I reached the lowest branch! I’m higher above the ground than the height of most humans! Where’d that pesky squirrel go?


Yeah, not quite as loud now are you? That’s right, you inch away. If I made it this high, I can get to you. That branch is only a few feet away. Look at how high I’ve climbed already?

Wow… That’s kind of high. How am I supposed to get down? Hmmm… Well, I’m sure I can just run down the trunk. But I’d better not go toooo much higher. Just a couple branches. Give that squirrel a little bit to worry about.

What’s my silly human doing out here?

“Tulip! Tulip Come down!” Snap, Snap.

Really? As if snapping her fingers is going to get me down. I’m fine. Go back inside. Leave me alone.

BWAHA! Didn’t think I was still paying attention to you, did ya, squirrelly?

I’m gonna getcha!

Okaaaay…. I guess I’ll let you live. This time.

Just because I don’t want my silly human to worry about me in this tree.

Now, to get down…… Ok, here goes..

clackety, scrape sliiiiide

Ooh, that was fun! I’ll definitely be doing that again. Watch out squirrelly! I’ll be back!

Turtle Turtle!

So, Jordan and I got a turtle this last weekend. It belonged to a coworker’s son, who is 16 and now more interested in girls and sports than taking care of a turtle. We went over and got the turtle, the tub she’s been living in, and a few caretaking items from them. They had named her Timmy, not knowing that she was a girl for a while. We have named her Terra.

Terra is a dork, just like us. She burrows in her dirt, dirties up her water dish, and tries to climb up the walls of her tub. She loves being hummed and whistled too. Jordan got her a little plate for her food. It has Tinkerbell and some other faeries on it. This morning she seemed just as reluctant to have the light turned on at 6:30 as I was. Read the rest of this entry


In case you didn’t notice, the other day’s “Pansy” post was about my dog. So I figured that my cat deserved a post as well. Yes, my pets are named after flowers, though they often are called “Monster” and “Cat”. So, without further ado, here are Tulip’s couple paragraphs of fame:

The blue mouse eludes me, though it doesn’t move. It lies on the ground, taunting me. I wait, knowing it is on its guard. Finally, I pounce! It is in my claws! … And now it’s gone. How did it over there?

I bound across the room and attack again. The mouse bounces off my claws, the furniture, and lands… right near a sunbeam! The spot of light is smart and hides beneath the mouse, but I will get them both! I leap to the carpet and… both the mouse and the sunbeam are on top of my paw. How can this be?

I spin in circles; I bounce back and forth; I leap over ottomans and scratching toys. I will defeat these two foes that have ganged up against me. Or… I’ll take a nap.


The Monster attacks, mercilessly, attempting to maul my face. It’s not her fault. She thinks she’s starving, though she ate mere hours ago. She longs for the days when she was fed steak, bacon, bread. Now she eats salted rocks and is expected to be happy.

The Monster finally allows herself to be shoved to the bottom of the bed. Oh well, she’ll just sniff the cat’s butt now.