T.C. Booth's Blog, page 15

Sasha's Adventures

Part One

The Tail Tale

 Flip, flip. Smack! Flip, flip. Smack! This furry thing at the end of my body is starting to get on my nerves.

"Look at the kitten. Her tail keeps hitting her in the face. She must not be able to control it yet." said Tara.

 " She is so funny to watch" said Britany Flip, flip. Smack! I've had enough. I'm going to get this thing. I batted at the furry thing on my body and tried to bite it. Flip, flip. I got it.

  OUUUCH! I fell off of my scratching post. My scratching post was specially made for me by my human daddy, Brad. It is tall and covered with blue soft stuff. It also has two places attached for me to sit. My human mommy, Tara, says that I have Brad wrapped around my little paw, whatever that means. He's too big to get around my paw. I came to live with my humans about four month ago. Tara put me in a box and brought me home after my cat mommy left me under a bush. My mommy cat took my brothers and sisters, but never came back for me. My eyes weren't even opened yet. Tara took good care of me. She fed me milk with a plastic thing that she called "a bottle". Other humans took turns feeding me, too. The milk didn't taste as good as my mommy cat's, but it did the job. I grew and grew. Now my eyes are open, I am walking, and I don't need the bottle anymore. I even use the litter box all by myself now. Tara only had to put me in it a couple of times then I knew what it was for. I amaze myself!

 My humans are roaring with laughter right now at my battle with the orange and white striped furry thing at the end of my body. "Get it, Sasha." Bethany said. She is my human sister. She likes me a lot. Britany is my other human sister. She likes me, too. She thought of my name.

 All right thing. I am tired of you following me. Take this and that. I swing at it and roll upside down trying to get a hold on it. Oh no! Here comes Sammy, the dog. She runs toward me and pounces. She's got me pinned. I attach myself to the side of her face. My humans are continuing to laugh. I'm glad they're enjoying this. Sammy shakes me off. I try to run but she stops me with her paw.

"That's enough, Sammy!", yells Brad. Sammy, let go and I run for it. I dart under the couch as fast as I can.

 "I told you. That cat has you wrapped around its little paw." Tara says to Brad.

Life with Sammy

  Life with Sammy is anything but dull. She is the voice of shrill annoyance echoing throughout the neighborhood when unsuspecting pedestrians dare to pass by her home. She is the unwanted greeter of not only our guests, but the neighbors' visitors as well. She believes that every person exists to play with her or give her undivided attention.

 Her tail is a propeller spinning out of control. There are times I truly believe that her rump is going to orbit into the sky. She often gets compliments on her curly white hair with spots of brown and her adorable freckled face.

 Taking her to vets office can be a daunting task. She immediately recognizes her surroundings when we enter the office, rotates in a full circle, and attempts an escape out the door. She obstinately sits upon hearing her name called to enter the examining room.  Her refusal to move results in me picking up all 50 pounds of her.

My dog  keeps life interesting and difficult at times, but  I wouldn't trade her for another. She is my faithful companion who would rather spend time me than anyone else.  She loves me in spite of my many flaws as I do her. 

 

 

 

Meet the Characters of Mystified

Mystified
Meet the Characters

Erin Colley on life at school: I turned into my high school parking lot. My peaceful serenity was gone. The parking lot resembled a maze of adolescent madness as drivers cut each other off in order to claim the best parking spaces.

Gabe on feelings for Erin: “You are very special Erin. You have evoked emotions in me that I have not known. You have challenged my intellect beyond any other. That is why I have to remain your guardian angel and protect you even from myself.”

Tommy on his desire for Erin: "...You are not like the other girls. You are true to who you are. You don’t pretend to be something else to get people to like you. On top of all of that, you are beautiful.”

Maggie on dressing for a party:
“You know I don’t dress to impress. Probably jeans....."

Keith on...himself: “Don’t get carried away everyone. I’m just a thoughtful person.” He grinned and winked at me. He got up and bounced over to the drums. “Let’s get playing.”

My Daughter a Robber?

  I was abruptly awakened at 1:00 Saturday morning by shouts of  "Mom, mom. Sissy is out in the driveway talking to a cop who has his lights flashing behind her." I immediately jumped up very much still in a sleep fog and stumbled my way to the front door. I opened it to see my baby sitting in her vehicle, door ajar, her hands up where the policeman could see them as he leaned in talking to her.  A hundred thoughts were running through my head. My instinct was to run out there and protect her, but I had to stop and decide my best course of action. I thought back through the episodes of COPS where mothers getting involved only ended up  in distress.

  I tried to remain calm. I decided to at least step out on the porch only to met by my younger daughter's protest of how I looked. I realized she had been trying to smooth out my bed head with her hand. The only thing more devastating than her sister being interrogated by a cop in the driveway would be her mother standing outside looking less than presentable. After all, you never know how many of her 12 year-old friends may happen to be  passing by at 1:00 am to see this embarrassing scene. My older daughter catches my intent to step out the door and waves me back with her hand. So I stay put and watch through the storm door.

 The policeman walks back to his car and she steps out into the driveway. I run outside, down the porch steps, and into the driveway. I pull her into my arms. She was visibly shaken up and crying. The policeman pulls away and speeds down the street. She explains to me that her car was reported as being seen leaving the scene of a robbery! After talking with her, the policeman came to the conclusion that my  5 ' 2″ little blonde was not a robber.

  Drifting back to sleep about an hour later, I think of having her park her car in the garage, handing her keys over to me, and going back to days where I take her everywhere she needs to go.  She would never go for it. But a mom can dream…

Youthful Thoughts

 Last night I turned on my music, settled down on the kitchen bar stool with my laptop, and began to work on my next story. The conversation from the living room flowed into kitchen and interrupted my thoughts. Listening to three nineteen year olds planning their next excursion is interesting. There is talk of camping now that the Fourth of July festivities are over.

It didn't take long for them catch on that I was listening and had my story pulled  up on the screen. I received a surge of ideas for my story. Of course, they all wanted a character in the story that portrayed them somehow. So, my next story may have villan named, Face, who drives a purple car into space. Or, super hero named Scottie Boy who fights crime and rescues helpless victims  all while delivering  pizzas. Hmmmm…..

After their contribution of thoughts, so eagerly given, they were off again. Heading out  for a night out of camping and moonlight swimming.

Ahh…to be nineteen again.

I Love Writing

 I have always been a "people watcher". People fascinate me. That is why I enjoy writing stories. The characters in my stories reflect the many personalities I observe and how those personalities interact.

I like writing stories with a positive theme and to add a twist of fantasy. The fantasy keeps it fun.

I am a teacher and have fun writing for my class and with my students. Their creative minds can add twists to a story and take it places that I would never think of. 

 I have attempted to write a nonfiction piece or two relating to teaching.  So far,  I haven't succeeded at finishing one to my satisfaction. Fiction seems to be my passion.

I just love writing!