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The story of Kitty

Kitty

“Hello, I’m kitty. I know, creative name. If you didn’t realize, I’m a cat. Or a kitty as my human slaves call me. And let’s just make things clear the only reason I’m telling you my life story is because my human slaves promised to give me wet food. So… It all started when I was just born. I was born in a box with three sisters in an ally way. My mom loved us very much but good food was rare and we were always hungry. One day when playing tag my mom spotted a human walking toward us she moewed to us to hide but only two of my sisters heard her. My sister Fluffy, and I were suddenly grabbed by two huge furless paws. Fluffy and I moewed as loud as we could as we were pulled away from our mother and our two sisters. In a moment of panic I bit down as hard as I could in an attempt to get away. The human dropped me and I ran. But as I turned to see if my sister escaped as well I was grabbed by two smaller hands and dragged to a huge metal monster thing. I was thrown inside along with Fluffy as well as the humans. I got as close as I could to Fluffy and squished my muzzle into her fur as the metal monster started moving.                              

The metal monster occasionally stopped but one time it didn’t start again. Suddenly the door to the metal monster opened and we were dragged out once again. I knew fighting was futile so I stayed limp as my sister wriggled, yowling, and hissing. She turned her head to me and the anger in her eyes turned to fear. After a while she went limp too. We were taken into a building and set on the counter held still by one of the humans as they spoke their gibberish. Suddenly the human behind the counter scooped us up and took us to a nearby door. The human that had us in the car rushed over to open the door and we were pulled inside. I saw dozens of cats in cages most of them were staring at us silently but some of the smaller cats moewed at us with glittery eyes. We were looking around at the various cats when suddenly Fluffy and I were pushed into a cage with two orange, and quite handsome, tabby cats. I jumped as the door slammed close behind us. ‘Hi!’ said the smallest of the two kittens running up to us. ‘I’m tiger and this is my brother smudge.’ He flicked his head towards the other cat in the cage who was sleeping comfortably. He recited the words so perfectly that it seemed he had practiced, but I was unprepared. ‘Uh, I-I’m Kitty. A-and this is F-fluffy.’ He looked at me questioningly. ‘Kitty, huh? That’s an odd name.’ I wanted to get mad at him but instead I just found myself staring into his eyes awkwardly. He moved out of my view and I snapped back into reality.

It was many months later when Tiger, Smudge, Fluffy, and I were separated into personal cages and many months after that when I was picked by a tiny human to be taken home. I became very lonely at the human house. I thought I lonely when I got my own cage but at least I knew the others were OK. One day the little human that chose me walked in the door and crouched down beside me. He started speaking his gibberish and then walked back over to the and opened it slightly. I stayed in the same spot for a little while not getting the purpose of it when suddenly a handsome orange tabby face peered in. I moewed in surprise and he turned his head toward me. He ran over to me and rubbed his muzzle against my head. ‘I can’t believe you’re here! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you Tiger.’ He purred at the sound of his name and licked my ear. ‘I missed you too.” He moewed happily. ‘How are Fluffy and Smudge?’ I asked. ‘They’re fine. Fluffy had her kittens just before they were both adopted along with the kittens.’ Right I had nearly forgotten that Fluffy and Smudge were waving kittens.

After that life was good. I had kittens of my own with Tiger and I found out that Fluffy and Smudge lived down the road. I visited them occasionally and everyone lived happily ever after.” I lick my paw contently and my human walks past. “Hey! Hey! Give me wet food you promised.” I run after my human and Tiger faces you. “That was your mom’s life story kits. goodbye.”

If I were In charge of the world

If I were In charge of the world

And what a different world it would be.

I would cancel criminals, abuse, and video

games.So every game you played would

be something you or your friends coded.

If I were in charge of the world

people would always be happy, truthful,

and smart.If they have a disability we will

make sure they're still happy.

If I were in charge of the world

Everyone would have a cat, unless they're

allergic, all scientists will research how to

make dragons real, and everyone will be

neat and have a perfect schedule so that

they’re never late.

If I were in charge of the world

No one would ever be confused from

origami tutorials, money wouldn’t exist

we would use winks as currency,and

no one will misbehave.

And even though I’m just an emotional

child I would still be able to rule the world.

DeepInThought

Drawing the ABCs

Drawing the ABCs

Artistic arts like drawing can almost always be learned.

Beloved drawings hold a special place in your heart.

Creativity is an important part to drawing.

Design pieces of your art before drawing the whole thing. It turns out better.

Everyone can draw it they put their mind to it.

Failure is a part of any art but it can only help you...

Grow. You will get better.

Help will be offered to you from more experienced artists, always except.

Individualize your work, make your own style.

Joke around with your art if your bored.

Kill the competition. It’ll be easier for you.

Look and analyze others’ art.

Measure lengths to make sure you get it right.

New techniques are always welcome.

Only you can make your art. Take inspiration from others but don’t copy.

Precise is what your art will be if you practice every day.
Quality is important make each drawing as good as it can be.
Read about drawing. Read things like this.
Speed is not always important unless you’re on a deadline.
Tell people about your art.
Understand that you're not the best artist in the world.
Visualize each line you draw before you draw it.
Write good Ideas down when you think of the so you don’t run out of ideas.
X-out Ideas after you're done drawing them.
Yummy snacks help you focus. Just don’t spill.
Zebra patterns are good to draw for practice.

Arthur and Queenie Murder Mystery... Or Is It

        We were given this picture in writing class and we had to try and see what happened. This is my take on the illustration. 

Arthur and Queenie walk in the house coming back from an event just down the road in which both people got drunk. Queenie walked upstairs, accidentally scooting part of the cloth on the stairs over leaving an unprotected spot on the stairs, to take a shower and Arthur Grabs a robe to protect his suit from the food he was about to cook. After cooking the food for a while his wife called to him from upstairs and asked for a glass of water. He grabbed the water and walked to the stairs as he lifted his first foot a small amount of the clear liquid spilled in the the unclothed part of the stairs and he stepped on it slipping backwards and falling with a bang, glass still in hand, unconscious. As the wife heard the bang she called his name and after being met with no response she rushed downstairs After seeing her husband she crouched down beside him. She felt his pulse and stood up to call the police which explains the look on her face.

I Wonder Why...

Infinities

Infinities

We all think of space as infinite. But it’s not. It’s countably infinite.That is because we can measure space, not all of space just sections of space. If space was truly infinite we would not be able to be able to pick a point in it because there would be an infinite amount of infinities within that spot. A truly infinite thing cannot be counted, measured, or pinpointed. That is why space is not infinite.