May 26th 2008 11:03 am
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I wake up this morning to get my normal rations of my favorite Meow Mix
but Mom treats me to more and two greenies (I bet it's because of Memorial
Day...How I just love holidays!). After that and my self-cleaning, I walked
outside. I met up with my Tabby friend from across the street named
Mike and my other friend, a fellow Siberian from next door named Marie.
Marie greeted me with a sunny "Hello!!!" "Hi." I said back. "Wanna take a
walk?" she asked. "Sure." Me and Mike said. The three of us walked down the
street and around to an alley towards my backyard. "Hey, let's go to your
backyard." Mike said. "Fine, I'm growing a little need for a break." I replied.
We walked to my backyard, a very spacious place and a haven to dogs,
cats, squirrels, and birds alike. Green chairs surround the table near the
patio. And there was the bench that Dante likes to sit on. And there was
Dante. I looked down at the ground for awhile but looked back up when
I heard Marie's voice.
“ Wow…,” said Marie as she looked over to see a lounging Dante surrounded by half a dozen girl dogs. He was outstretched on the bench, his semi woolly head fur swaying in the breeze around his shoulders. His head lay resting in the arms of a Sibe girl, and his thin arm shaded his eyes from the sun’s warmth.
“ …Wow is right.” I said.
“He seems pretty popular.” Marie said with a smile.
“ They’re all his friends.” I said this time, taking hold of Marie’s hand again and pulling her towards my brother.
“ CAT!!” Came the shout as soon as I was within eyeshot. The semicircle of girls opened up for me and I stood over Dante on a chair, arms folded with a questioning look hung over my face.
“ Hey V,” said Dante, an air of nonchalance hanging on the edge of his words. His head was resting in the arms of a pretty red and white Sibe, who looked to be about his age. She smiled up at me when she saw me and I pretended to look at the grass.
“ You’re pretty popular, huh?” Marie asked.
“ What’s it to you Sti--” Dante was not able to get the word out, because I swiftly knocked him on the head. The Sibe girl began to massage the spot tenderly.
Dante has a habit of joking my friend Marie for being a little skinny for
being a Siberian cat so he's refers to her as "stick" or "toothpick". How rude....
“ So you’re his brother? What’s your name?" The red and white Sibe girl asked.
"Vergil...." I answered. "So, what breed are you?" a Lab girl asked. "Siberian."
I answered. "Wow, no husky at the end, just Siberian? So you're one of us."
The red and white Sibe girl said. "I guess, but in feline form. And you're
Kira, right?" I aksed her. "Yes." she answered. "Oh....." I said. "And
Marie and I are going....."
“ So soon, dude?” Dante asked.
“…Afraid so.” I answered.
“ What a shame. Have fun on your date.” he sneered.
“ This isn’t a date.” The corners of my mouth sagged when he heard Marie say this, and it took all of my strength not to wince as she said it. “ And anyway, I thought you didn’t like that much attention. And the girls that much.”
“ They sure seem to like giving me attention.” Dante said with a smile upon his face. "Or I guess that you promised to kiss them all, huh?" I sneered back.
Just to humor me, he said, "You're just mad 'cuz your not a ladeez man like
I am."
"I AM!!!" I spat back. "Then where's your fanbase?" he asked.
"Up your vent....." I snapped back.
"I am a ladies guy, I'm just not out there like he is......Me? Mad at Dante?
for being like that? What a crock......"
May 23rd 2008 4:50 pm
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My segment of "What's in a name". My name is italian for "to flourish".
To flourish? Into what? A flower? Or maybe a great soul? Or to flourish into
one of great knowledge? I may never know......I'm only 4. If I were to flourish
into a being of great knowledge I'd probably have to be a 14 year old cat and
have had many experiences to achieve that.
Don't know too many famous Vergils except for the twin brother of
Dante off the video game series "Devil May Cry". And he and I are almost
equivalent in attitude. Why? Because like him to his twin brother, I am
my Husky brother Dante's polar opposite. But not in the way of my idol.
While Dante is more energetic, prone to be a daredevil, and very hyper,
I am more laid back and refined. We balance out actually.
Can't have one of us without the other. He is the yin to my yang.
But I guess it's a brother thing. Only child kitties wouldn't understand.
But we do get along, despite our occasional musings of how we get
on each others nerves. Even if TV does depicts us as mortal enemies,
outside of which we can get along in harmony herein. That's why I do
ask this question out of all canine vs. feline enthusiasts out there....
"Can't we all just get along?"
May 17th 2008 5:20 pm
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I feel like I'm in the mood for another musing really. And this time, it
concerns my brother mostly, and my hu-siblings.
Trust me, there's no incest between me and my brother, but he's the only
thing that actually keeps me going when I'm not napping like I usually do.
He accuses me of being lazy because of my lengthy naps. (5-7 hours )
Like this dog doesn't sleep. Dante is incredibly lazy when he wants to.
You'll see him all sprawled on the chaise, legs open (perverted canine that
he is), head laid in fluffy pillow. You'll see this mostly during the summer
since the chaise lays directly under the AC.
And then the hu-siblings.....my cat. The female hu-pup uses me like a
Barbie doll. Oh yeah, play dress up with me, wil ya?! I'll show you cute.....
*hisses* Now take that stupid dress off me now!!!
The male hu-pup uses me for target practice with his Nerf Gun and Nerf
darts. Geezus, does he ever get tired?! Then it's him and those "poppers"
drop the little things on the floor and they go "pop" and send me 3 feet in
the air out of startlement.
I don't see how Dante even tolerates them. He lets the girl ride him
like a pony and the boy wrestle with him. But he's the only diversion
that is my saving grace from being a victim to the tirade of the twin
demon furless.
If it's anyone I owe that to, it's Dante. Even if he tries to sit on me occasionally......(I really think Dante's sitting on me thing is his applied dominance.)
The only mature one here in this house is mom, and she's not even an adult
yet. Still a teen, but an adult in her own right.
And this is the typical day in the life of my fur and fur-less family.
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