from a cat ~ a journal entry

I flicked my tail lazily into the air, eyelids fluttering shut. The cooling fall air surrounded me as I yawned it in. Curling my tail around my body, I prepared to enter into one of my favorite activities: sleep.

lanies-iphone-pictures-082“Brayden, have you seen Kit?”

“Yeah! She’s over there, underneath the bush.”

Loud footsteps sounded (did these humans have no concept of silence?) as I made a most valiant effort to ignore her. Hoping she would go away.

“Hey Kit!”

Stubborn human. I blinked my green eyes open slightly, not bothering to move from my position.

She had crouched down beside me – leaves crunching loudly, and had a happy expression on her face. As I observed, she reached out her hand and began stroking my fur.

Oh no. I knew where this was going. I was no fool, thank you very much. I knew the process: she would try and butter me up – by petting me, hoping that I would not refuse what would come soon after…being picked up.

Humans.

Despite my best efforts at restraint, I found myself enjoying it. Darn her stupidly smart human intuition.

She stopped.

I meowed in complaint, not appreciating this turn of events in the least. Reluctantly rising, I elegantly (and silently, unlike said human) walked over to her – sunlight shining on my calico fur.

Almost instantly, she scooped me into her arms – a jubilant countenance appearing. “Don’t be mad,” she stated, petting me as she did so. She grinned happily, kissing my head.

I pulled away in disgust.

“Oh, you know you like it.”

Like it, like it indeed.

Brer Rabbit’s Trap

Note: For my Creative Writing class, we had to write our own story with the characters from the Brer Rabbit tales.

It was a mighty fine summer day, that day that Brer Rabbit got it into his devious mind to play a prank on Brer Fox. He’d been think’in, he had, on this prank of his for a long time. For they’d been rivals ever since, well ever! And he reckoned today would do just fine, just fine indeed.

Photo:

Brer Rabbit got as quiet as a mouse – he sure wasn’t gonna let that ‘ole Brer Fox hear him! No siree! He aimed to catch that Brer Fox in a mudslide. For the past couple of days, Brer Rabbit had been gather’in up pure bucketfuls of mud. He’d figured out how to make a right good trap that’d cause scores of mud to fall on Brer Fox.

And now he was fix’in to catch his ‘ole rival! Chuckling, Brer Rabbit grinned at the mess that Brer Fox would be in. That Brer Fox sure wasn’t gonna see this com’in!

‘Course, some may be a might worried about play’in such a trick. But not Brer Rabbit! He knew he was fit as a fiddle, and ‘sides, he’d never been beat before.

Suddenly, a rustling was heard. The leaves on the bushes started a-twitching. An almost inaudible pad, pad, pad was heard. Brer Fox was coming!

Looking at this picture I can totally see why the fox was always the sly little trickster in fables...he just looks like it here:

Brer Rabbit, with the good head he had, watched intently as his rival walked right on into his trap!

What's there? by Alexandra Truhacheva on 500px:

“I declare, it’s such a – ” began Brer Fox in his sly, foxy voice. However, he got shocked as ever when a bucketful of mud came a-splatter’in down on him. That dirty mud stained his golden red coat an awful shade and Brer Fox tensed in anger. “You better hightail it outta here, Brer Rabbit! Ain’t nowhere you can go, that I won’t find you!” shouted Brer Fox, tail whipping around as he sniffed out his rival.

Wet fox:

Well, Brer Rabbit skedaddled out of there lickety split! He sure wasn’t gonna stay after that! White feet bound’in through the grass, he hurried on – know’in, as he did, that Brer Fox was com’in on fast!

Riled up as ever, Brer Fox – still with scores of mud on’im – chased after Brer Rabbit. That no good Brer Rabbit, try’in to play a trick on him! “Can’t get away from me, Brer Rabbit!” hollered Brer Fox.

Now Brer Rabbit was realizin that he was in a heap of trouble! He hadn’t thought that Brer Fox would be mov’in that fast! “Good night a livin, that Brer Fox is com’in up on me fast!” mumbled Brer Rabbit, beggin to think that he was as dead as a doornail! He frantically jumped up on a white fence and turned around to see Brer Fox.

"You leave me in the dark, recounting all my sins. You put words in my mouth, but who is gonna mend these white fences?" ~Needtobreathe:

“This is my neck of the woods,” stated Brer Fox arrogantly, slow’in down since he seemed to think that Brer Rabbit was a goner. “You ain’t gett’in away now, Brer Rabbit!”

And it sure did seem like Brer Fox was right.

Brer Rabbit, however, looked on down – on the other side of the fence. Well, he saw what sure looked to be the best thing on God’s good green earth: a rabbit hole! Grinning with a cheeky expression, Brer Rabbit let his head bob up and down. “To be sure, I am in a pickle! I am!” he exclaimed, mak’in sure that Brer Fox heard’m.

Smirk’in, Brer Fox bended down to jump on top of that fence and give Brer Rabbit a good lick’in to.

But he never got his chance! Brer Rabbit done jumped off that fence and landed right in the rabbit hole. Too small for Brer Fox, but just right for Brer Rabbit.

The mountain. ~ "Keep on falling down...":

Brer Fox scowled at his rival. “You ain’t gonna escape forever Brer Rabbit!” he promised firmly, before slunk’in away.

Brer Rabbit, however, only laughed and laughed and laughed.

 

So Not Happening: Book Review

so not happening

So Not Happening by Jenny B. Jones is a humor-filled story that is a melting pot of God, faith, and city-girl meets countryside living.

Bella Kirkwood had everything that the world offers: New York City was her home, Broadway only a step away, and an A-list line of friends with her plastic surgeon father’s credit card in her pocket. She adored fashion, name brands, and would likely advertise ‘shopping is therapy.’

Yet her life quickly changed.

With the divorce of her parents, Bella was left to live with her mother. And her mother happened to try online dating, fall in love with a farmer in the middle-of-nowhere-Oklahoma, and move herself and Bella there.

This is so not what Bella Kirkwood is about. And she is wondering exactly where God is in all this. Then there is, of course, the two stepbrothers she could seriously do without: one always seems to be trying to push her buttons and the other watches way too much news for his elementary school age.

I found myself sympathizing with Bella as she stepped in cow poo, was forced to dumpster-dive by the annoying editor of the school newspaper, and having to live with there not being a good shopping center seconds away (#smalltownwoes).

So Not Happening by Jenny B. Jones is a hilarious story filled with some romance, mystery, and very relatable situations. I’d advise anyone to pick up a copy and laugh as you read of Bella’s adventures.

~ Southern Dreamer