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Writing: Workshop (Exercise 1)
Writing: Exercise 1 - Pet Perception
This is a simple writing exercise, designed to help you tone your writing skills in a way that should be enjoyable, while at the same time giving your fellow members some fun reading, another sure fire way to improve literacy skills.
All you have to do is write about yourself, from your pet’s point of view. Sounds diverse doesn’t it? Well it is, and requires some lateral thinking, and I’m sure this will gain a comical edge along the way, but how each persons work develops will be totally down to the individual, and will no doubt vary depending on what pet you have. If you don't own a pet, don't exclude yourself from this exercise simply use a friend’s pet, or an animal that would be in contact with humans on a regular basis, perhaps a duck at the park, or a squirrel in the woods, maybe a bee in the garden (you get the picture).
When doing this exercise take into consideration how you look to your chosen subject, how your actions might be perceived, what their goal in life is, and how you (the human) effects how they go about achieving this goal.
This Exercise should ideally be over 300 words, and remain below 2000 (but that can be wavered), and can be undertaken at any time, by anybody who wants to partake, and can be done as many times as you like, so get that pen out or set those fingers typing, and have fun.
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I try to call it, as loud as I can, but it just looks down at me with that stupid face, with it’s disproportioned features, its big dumb eyes, its massive mouth that is always making slow-babbling noises, and those giant ears sticking out like wings, but it never listens to me, it never does what I ask.
For example, one day, I asked over and over for it to give me food, but firstly it tried to hypnotise me with that oversized paw, slowly stroking me on the back until I fell asleep, curse it, curse it. Then, another time, when I was desperate for wee-wee, and I called, and called, and pushed it’s tree-truck legs with my head, but it only went and got me milk, MILK! When I need wee-wee, how stupid can it get. Well, the answer is very, very stupid.
Like when it sits on things, with it’s legs sticking out, transfixed by the noise and picture making machine, hours at a time, without even moving, so I sit on it’s lap and snuggle in the warmth, safe in the knowledge that it will be still and immobile. One thing that makes me muse about it, is when it comes in after the big yellow face has gone to sleep, and it tumbles around, banging into things, always falling on that big round cushion it has below it’s back. And there is me, who without fail landing on my legs, why can’t it do the same?
It is also very unappreciative, it often gives me food, not nice, dry and tasteless muck, but it tries it’s best, so I go out and catch it tasty fresh succulent birds and mice, rush back with them when they are still warm, but it doesn’t ever eat them, it puts them in the black bags, and gets very loud and angry with me, why is it so ungrateful?
But I still love it, it is kind even if a little stupid, and big and clumsy, and simply and lazy and very often smelly, but I still love it, because it loves me, and I will always come back to it, well lets face it, where would it be without me?
It’s great to be a cat, I wouldn’t want to be like it, not one little bit.
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Snowball diary:
I own a house with 3 humans and many others when they decide to eat and have more fun too, which is kinda tedious and stressing for me. My favourite toy is the female human, because she is always there to please me and acts like a total stupid sometimes. For Christ's sake I can understand her speaking to me but she is damn stupid and simply ignore my barks. She is much bigger than myself, although I'm much prettier , and she loves to go to that blue tank and also to let the sun burn her, that's why she seems even more stupid to me. Come on, lots of snacks to eat and a gentle wind to enjoy, she goes to the sun?
The funny thing is that my other human-toys, the males, think she is crazy for she speaks to me , but I think they are even crazier for thinking I can't understand her. As every female, she is a pain in the arse sometimes. For instance when I'm sleeping and she wakes me up to ask if I want to go outside. I answer to myself : bloody stupid, if I wanted to be outside I'd be asking you damn it, let me sleep. She also gets a little nerving with humans' mess but she never complains about our mess, which is good and me and my stupid brother enjoy her discipline.
In a certain period of the month, we try not to disturbe out female cause she can be angrier than my mother when we tried to steal her bone. So I simply go licking her feet to make her calmer and please me faster. She is the best cooker I've ever had and I have a delicious menu everyday.
I like when she scratches my belly and also my forehead. But I hate when she decides to help me taking a bath, gosh, she isn't paid for that! I can have my own baths!
Overall, she is a good toy for me and I enjoy having her around. Even when she sings...is she trying to make me dismiss her?? No I won't , not for a thousand snacks.
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Through Charlie’s Eye’s
By Joe
I have become much attached to this woman named Joe, she moved in with my owner a few years ago and she has treated me like I am her own pet. I took to her right away as I sensed immediately that she was someone I could trust.
Over the years she has made sure I am fed, have clean fresh water, an endless supply of doggy biscuits and I even grudgingly let her bath and trim me. I am still having trust issues with the toenails. She get’s up at what is an odd time of the mornings for her to let me out or let me in. I know she must be tired when she gets up to do this for me, but she still does it.
She has been busy with what I think is school work but still makes time to pet me during the day and I get to go out with her and Anthony to walk him to the bus. Then at the end of the school day when the bus get’s here I get to go out and help get him off the bus.
Joe did some research on my breed and tried to understand my particular activity needs and I have been happy since I have been more active in helping out with certain things. I am getting older though and it is harder for me to do certain things but I can still be a good watch dog when I need to be.
I am happy just to follow her from room to room, and I get worried when I don’t see her appear from a room when I think she needs to so I go check it out and make sure she is ok. She has been a very good companion for me.
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Pet Perception
I love my human mama. She saved me from that awful cage at the store. When I saw her looking at me through those bars, talking to me with such a loving voice, I knew she would be the one to take me to a new home. She held me all the way home, and I just buried my face in her arms. Home turned out to be full of other humans and cats and dogs. They all get to run free, outside the house, but my human mama keeps me indoor safe and sound. I'm very happy with her. She spoils me rotten, and caters to my every whim. In fact, I now have the entire household under set routines, including the other critters.
Mama, that's what I've come to think of her as, is in need of company and reassurance of love, so I have to make sure she is never alone. I even join her in the bathroom, chatting away at her while she finishes her business there. Then I always race her back into the living room, flying atop Daddy's chair, knowing she will always take the time to play with me. I try to act big and bad, digging my claws into the chair, biting the edge, encouraging her to smack my bottom playfully, or ruffle my head. Then we play 'slap'. It's great fun to see which of us is the quickest. She's pretty quick, but the scratch scars on her hands and arms are proof that she isn't always fast enough!
I think she has that human affliction called 'old timers disease' because she tends to forget my name is Sam. Sometimes she calls me Samikins or Mooshface or wicked cat. But that's okay, I know she is saying those names with love. I like how my presence always brings a smile on her face, no matter how bad a mood she is in.
It's not all good. I do like it when she brushes me, on the top of my body. I can't stand for her to take that brush to my tummy! She gets mad with me since my species, Himalayan, has such very soft, fine fur which is long and gets matted quite easily. But I just can't stand to have my undersid brushed! Then she gets frustrated and takes out those scissors to cut away the mats. One time she cut me! I guess it was my own fault because I wouldn't sit still. Worst yet, is hearing the water filling the wash basin and no sound of the mop being ready for the floors. That means it is time to HIDE! Durned woman always finds me though. Sometimes she tries to outwit me by closing off doors before filling the basin and it is difficult to find a hiding place. She just doesn't understand! I love to watch water running or dripping or watching her wash dishes. But I do NOT like to be IN water! She ignores my pleading. She ignores my climbing the wall. But, I must admit. I do feel cleaner after that battle.
All in all, I love her as much as she loves me, and we're happy together.
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