Hi guys,
Been a while since I wrote but I have been realy busy. Any way we are almost at 1000 hits since July of last year. Pretty Cool Huh. Any way i have been adding on to the story. I am just gonna try to add it later.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Friday, December 28, 2007
How are you, fellow bloggers
Hi blogger people. Merry christmas and happy new year. Santa clause brought me the coolest gift, one of those please return to tiffanys bracelet. He did very well on that. Also i got more webkinz (suprise) I have 30 something now.My favorite is the turtle, he is so cute. I maned him Poky. Sorry for not writing more been a little busy. Also I always appreciate comments. I am glad to see that Adi is getting better. On another note about squeaky sounding animals (laugh), I went to go see alvin and the chimpmunks a while ago. It was realy funny, we went to see it at alamo drafthouse so there was all of the little clips from the former Chimpmunks movie. My favorite was the wooly bully one.Don't for get the christmas song
No you are not, you are a dog. How could you be a cat? Nice try Genevieve, but we aren’t that gullible,” Shipley said with a nervous laugh.“I can and I’ll prove it,” Genevieve (or Saks) said defiantly. She did a strange dance and her skin melted away leaving a frizzy haired, but otherwise unharmed cat in it’s place.“Where is Genevieve?” Gustav asked. In Gustav’s eyes, she looked calm while inside it was chaos. “Relax, I can take you to your friend on one condition.”“What, what anything,” they exclaimed at once you must swear to secrecy for no one can know about this society. No one, understand?”Gustav and Shipley looked at each other and said….. “I solemnly swear that I will never ‘remember’ this after it happens.” “Alright then,” Saks began, “Let us go to Paris!”
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Happy Reading/ Happy Thanksgiving
Happy Reading!!!
“No way,” the cats exclaimed as Genevieve flashed the tickets. “How could someone just drop these on the sidewalk?” “Who knows,” Genevieve said. “However, all I can say is finder’s keepers and losers weepers!” The cats laughed at Genevieve’s scratchy singing voice.
“Is something dying in here?” asked someone in the shop.
“Who knows,” asked another voice.
“Hold on. Wait a minute. I know those voices. Is that you Roo and Artemis?” Genevieve asked.
The guests exclaimed, “Why yes it is and who might we be talking to?”
Genevieve replied, “It’s your old friend Genevieve.”
The guests called out, “Really, where are you?”
Genevieve replied, “By the front desk.”
tall!
“Genevieve, you have got to introduce us to your friends,” the slightly taller one said.
Genevieve embarrassedly replied, “Whoops, I almost forgot.”
Two little figures emerged from in the darkness. They were bobbing their heads up and down. No wait, they were hopping up and down! Slowly, they fully emerged and the two cats realized there was no need to be scared because these two creatures were only 2 inches Genevieve introduced them – “This is Shipley and this is Gustav. Also, this one is Artemis and the other one is Roo.”
“Roo, Artemis, very nice to meet you.” Shipley and Gustav replied simultaneously.
Had a person witnessed this conversation all they would hear was croak, rabbit meow and bark!
Artemis and Roo soon set-up camp around the heater for it soon began to snow.
“How did you happen to be at Madame Trousseau’s Artemis? Last time I saw you were in a cage at the London Zoo.” Genevieve commented while eating a can of tuna fish she found in a great white thing that was as cold as Antarctica (it was the fridge!).
“You know, frogs are related to tuna. I would appreciate if you didn’t eat my great aunt twice removed,” Artemis politely told Genevieve.
However, the other frog was about to slide down a sculpture of a dragon with the other two cats trying to crawl into the gaping mouth of an alligator.
“They look like they are having so much fun. Should we join them?” Artemis asked.
“You can, I am going to take a walk.” Genevieve left and the only noise heard was the twinkling sound of bells as she left to go back to the library. Genevieve looked around the London Library for the last time. Tomorrow they would be on board ‘The Chunnel’ heading towards Paris. One slight soundless tear fell down her cheek as she took her time weaving through books. When she got to the lone computer, she logged in and checked their seats on the train. “Three of the finest seats in town,” a voice said behind her. She relaxed it was only Éclair, the librarian’s Persian cat. “I guess this shall be our final meeting,” Éclair said quietly. Genevieve told her longtime friend, “goodbye,” were the final words said to each other for Genevieve was out the door before she could start crying. Genevieve went to sleep at Madame Trousseaus for the final time.
The three cats looked around Madame Trousseaus for the last time. Gustav said with a sigh, “today is the day that we finally leave London.” Genevieve tried to lighten them up by saying, “but, it gets us one more place to seeing them all.” However, she too was a little nervous about the plan. “What if something goes wrong, what if , what if, what if……” What ifs were going through their heads. However, Genevieve stayed strong and pushed the cats until they came to the station where the Chunnel lived. Genevieve thought of one teensy weensy problem. Are they going to let three animals that don’t have passports cross the border?
Genevieve told the others - “Guys, I think we may have a major problem. Are they going to let two animals that haven’t had a bath in days plus a dog that is in worse condition on to a highly regarded train? I don’t think so,”
Shipley and Gustav pondered this while Genevieve tapped her foot impatiently.
“Shipley,” Genevieve demanded, “you have all the ideas…. Well, what are they? Oh wait, you must have left them at Madame Trousseaus!” Genevieve’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.
Gustav was left out and he stayed out but was wondering why Genevieve was so cranky all of the sudden. After all, she used to be so kind and now…… Well, now she was either arguing or had a glassy look in her eyes.
“I have confession to make guys. I am not Genevieve, my name is Saks and I am a cat!”
“No way,” the cats exclaimed as Genevieve flashed the tickets. “How could someone just drop these on the sidewalk?” “Who knows,” Genevieve said. “However, all I can say is finder’s keepers and losers weepers!” The cats laughed at Genevieve’s scratchy singing voice.
“Is something dying in here?” asked someone in the shop.
“Who knows,” asked another voice.
“Hold on. Wait a minute. I know those voices. Is that you Roo and Artemis?” Genevieve asked.
The guests exclaimed, “Why yes it is and who might we be talking to?”
Genevieve replied, “It’s your old friend Genevieve.”
The guests called out, “Really, where are you?”
Genevieve replied, “By the front desk.”
tall!
“Genevieve, you have got to introduce us to your friends,” the slightly taller one said.
Genevieve embarrassedly replied, “Whoops, I almost forgot.”
Two little figures emerged from in the darkness. They were bobbing their heads up and down. No wait, they were hopping up and down! Slowly, they fully emerged and the two cats realized there was no need to be scared because these two creatures were only 2 inches Genevieve introduced them – “This is Shipley and this is Gustav. Also, this one is Artemis and the other one is Roo.”
“Roo, Artemis, very nice to meet you.” Shipley and Gustav replied simultaneously.
Had a person witnessed this conversation all they would hear was croak, rabbit meow and bark!
Artemis and Roo soon set-up camp around the heater for it soon began to snow.
“How did you happen to be at Madame Trousseau’s Artemis? Last time I saw you were in a cage at the London Zoo.” Genevieve commented while eating a can of tuna fish she found in a great white thing that was as cold as Antarctica (it was the fridge!).
“You know, frogs are related to tuna. I would appreciate if you didn’t eat my great aunt twice removed,” Artemis politely told Genevieve.
However, the other frog was about to slide down a sculpture of a dragon with the other two cats trying to crawl into the gaping mouth of an alligator.
“They look like they are having so much fun. Should we join them?” Artemis asked.
“You can, I am going to take a walk.” Genevieve left and the only noise heard was the twinkling sound of bells as she left to go back to the library. Genevieve looked around the London Library for the last time. Tomorrow they would be on board ‘The Chunnel’ heading towards Paris. One slight soundless tear fell down her cheek as she took her time weaving through books. When she got to the lone computer, she logged in and checked their seats on the train. “Three of the finest seats in town,” a voice said behind her. She relaxed it was only Éclair, the librarian’s Persian cat. “I guess this shall be our final meeting,” Éclair said quietly. Genevieve told her longtime friend, “goodbye,” were the final words said to each other for Genevieve was out the door before she could start crying. Genevieve went to sleep at Madame Trousseaus for the final time.
The three cats looked around Madame Trousseaus for the last time. Gustav said with a sigh, “today is the day that we finally leave London.” Genevieve tried to lighten them up by saying, “but, it gets us one more place to seeing them all.” However, she too was a little nervous about the plan. “What if something goes wrong, what if , what if, what if……” What ifs were going through their heads. However, Genevieve stayed strong and pushed the cats until they came to the station where the Chunnel lived. Genevieve thought of one teensy weensy problem. Are they going to let three animals that don’t have passports cross the border?
Genevieve told the others - “Guys, I think we may have a major problem. Are they going to let two animals that haven’t had a bath in days plus a dog that is in worse condition on to a highly regarded train? I don’t think so,”
Shipley and Gustav pondered this while Genevieve tapped her foot impatiently.
“Shipley,” Genevieve demanded, “you have all the ideas…. Well, what are they? Oh wait, you must have left them at Madame Trousseaus!” Genevieve’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.
Gustav was left out and he stayed out but was wondering why Genevieve was so cranky all of the sudden. After all, she used to be so kind and now…… Well, now she was either arguing or had a glassy look in her eyes.
“I have confession to make guys. I am not Genevieve, my name is Saks and I am a cat!”
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