If Cats Were Anime Characters…


My friends’ black cat had kittens. She was telling me they had some interesting personalities. I decided they would make great anime characters.

Cole likes to glare at you like he is judging you so I made him a tough looking guy with his ears pierced.

Drawn by Kayanna M. Smith

Chauncey is a fun loving energetic one so I gave him a bubbly personality and a big smile.

Drawn by Kayanna M. Smith

Clarice is a wide eyed sweetie so I gave her big bright eyes and an elegant gown.

Drawn by Kayanna M. Smith

Mama cat, Puma, is a thin small girl. I gave her a wistful look and a beautiful gown.

Drawn by Kayanna M. Smith

Uncle Lou is an elderly white cat who is very rotund. He has taken on the role of daddy cat and is helping raise the kittens. He is quite the lovey boy so I gave him a nice big smile and round figure.

Drawn by Kayanna M. Smith

I am excited to get them colored. Here are the inked drawings. I think they turned out fabulous.

The picture with the two kittens is Cole, front, and Clarice, back.

The other one is Chauncey.

photo taken by Kayanna M. Smith

Uncle Lou

photo taken by Kayanna M. Smith

Mama Puma

photo taken by Kayanna M. Smith

The Domus Juliana (House of Julius)


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photo by Clarabelle Fields

Momma knows her Latin well:

poems, history, evil spells

and places where emperors used to dwell

fancy homes of which she likes to tell

 

One of mine, she says, I’ll be calling home

a royal palace, a regal dome

with marble walls and gardens to roam

an imperial palace of my very own

 

There will be birds and sunlight and silken beds

and soft warm spots to set my head

servants will heed my beck and call

as emperor, I’ll rule them all

 

But there’s a journey first, a ride afar

I hate the carrier, loathe the car

I’ll scream until Momma’s seeing stars–

until we’re there: au revoir, revoir!

Swimming


graphic by Ali Noel Vyain

Here’s a fact that perhaps many humans wouldn’t think of about us cats: We can swim. Not that we like to. We don’t usually like water unless perhaps we’re tigers. I hear there are even tigers who like to run through the snow. That’s not me. I’m not one of those cats. I’m a little tuxie and I hate to get wet. I don’t even like steam from a shower my girl might be taking.

We are born with the ability to swim when we need to. Usually we don’t have to. So, that’s probably why you wouldn’t know that about us. We’re usually so agile that it shouldn’t be too hard to understand how it is we know how to swim without being taught. We just do it when we find ourselves in water. Not a pleasant thing to have happen. It’s annoying for us. We can dry out from being in water. Not pleasant to look at either. Being dripping or soaking wet is not my idea of fun.

The Rainbow Blankie


photo by Clarabelle Fields

I love my rainbow blankie–

 

it wasn’t mine, originally,

but that didn’t matter:

 

Momma finished it for me,

and now I am the owner

of her rainbow blankie.

 

It’s a blankie like no other–

rainbow wool and fleece

and bits of handmade memories:

 

a scarf, a sock, a sweater sleeve,

remnants of nights

spent by Momma’s knee

as she worked magic on

a blankie just for me

(unknowingly).

 

It smells like her, and now like me,

where I revel in rainbow dreams

and whiskered tuna reveries

where I chase mice and birds

across imaginary fields and streams.

 

I love my rainbow fleece,

my rainbow dreams,

the blankie Momma made just for me.

 

All for me, just for me.

Dreams


graphic by Ali Noel Vyain

We cats like to dream about all sorts of things. We have active imaginations and we sleep enough to have an active dream life. Some humans have proven it with our permission of course.

What do we dream about? You, us, mice, dogs. Really anything. My dreams are fairly mundane unless the fairies show up. For me they are tiny humanoids with wings made up of pure white light. They are quite beautiful. And playful. And silly. And magical. They sprinkle their dust on me and… it’s too embarrassing to discuss any further than that.

I dream of it all. I dream of my lost family and I dream of my current family. My dreams are usually pleasant. Sometimes I have nightmares. Fortunately, they don’t last long. Then I’m back to my pleasant dream life. Can you say the same about yours?

The Confession of a Cat


like a pile of compressed fog

caught on a twig at the mountainwaist

the cat hunches on the sofa’s shoulder

where i see the whole house of life

genetically domesticated behind the doors

that most hateful human invention

 

yes, i am a bimental being

as my feline friend has revealed

i can readily detect the moods

of my human family members

often switching my personality

with my drifting kittenhood

as i tease or avoid them behind doors

who know i enjoy solitary stalking

and respect my rented privacy

but none of them was born in the year of my day

since my ancestor was cheated shamefully

out of a ridiculous race in chinese zodiac

 

the inside doors are ajar or unlocked

but the one facing the free spirits of nature

is always tightly closed, separating me

from my other self born to prefer

to stroll in the wild than sit in the house

once i sneak out of the threshold

i will never give a backward glance

yet I will keep my grooming habit

by using my long tongue to clean the dirtiest

and most private parts of my authentic being

somewhere in the wildness

A Message From Sir Socks Concerning COVID-19


Sir Socks as himself

You humans have discovered a new virus that is highly contagious, spreads quickly, and practically none of you have immunity to it. Your scientists are working on a vaccine, but it’s not available now to prevent this crisis.

Some of you humans are on lockdown. I hope you have cats (and you’re not allergic) or even a dog. We can and will keep you from being too lonely. Cats tend to purr and we help you when you’re sick. We will look after you.

If you’re extroverted, a lockdown will be hard on you. You won’t be able to go out unless you have to work or get food or medication. If you don’t live with others, then you can try going into virtual reality. No need to be socially isolated from others in this time of the pandemic.

If you’re introverted, please enjoy your solitude. You probably won’t need to worry about getting any hangovers from over socializing. Don’t forget to talk to your friends and relatives to keep them from getting lonely or feeling forgotten.

Oh, and don’t forget to take care of yourselves and us if you have us to look after. We can’t get this virus from you or give it to you. So, you don’t need to worry about that. Just stay calm and enjoy what time you have.

One more thing to my fellow cats: we need to take care of our devoted human servants or else we could end up back in the Cat Dark Ages. Let’s not go there. Let’s work together for everyone’s survival. We need each other in times like these.

Focus On The Good Things, Mommy


photo by Clarabelle Fields

Focus on the good things, Mommy,

focus on me, when you’re tired and

never want to leave this bed again,

crying about things I don’t understand,

heavy human words that fly over my head

 

Focus on the good things, Mommy,

focus on me, the little warm

bundle in your lap, on your heart

purring remedies into your bones

listening with poised ears to your breaths

coming longer, quieter, calmer,

as we settle down into snuggles

 

Focus on the good things, Mommy,

focus on me, my little face gazing up at you,

radiant, whisker-framed,

my paws and pink toe beans,

my tail tucked in so perfectly

 

Focus on the good things, Mommy,

focus on me–

the little soul that follows

you every night, every step

to snuggle close and purr

until you smile again

 

Focus on the good things, Mommy,

focus on me, and sleep well,

knowing that I am here

and I love you

A Magical Tale


Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Cheryl, who had a big flower garden that she tended every day. She had worked hard to collect and plant all the flowers. The whole process took years to complete with petunias, marigolds, impatiens, daffodils, tiger lilies, day lilies, jonquils, and tulips. Unfortunately, she didn’t have any roses. She wanted roses. She went out and looked everyday, but couldn’t find the right ones for her garden.

One day Cheryl was in the store searching in vain for roses. She sighed when she found all the ones the store had to offer. “Oh, these just won’t do! Why can’t I find the right roses for my garden?”

Dejected once again, she left the store and started walking through the little neighborhood back to her house and garden. She was distracted as she was busy thinking too hard about the roses she couldn’t find for her garden. She didn’t have any warning. Nor did the young man she walked right into. They almost fell over each other on the sidewalk.

“Ouch!” They both said at the same time.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I guess I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. Are you alright?” asked Cheryl.

“Oh, I think so, but I couldn’t see you until it was too late.”

“But you’re wearing glasses.”

“They don’t help that much. I’m legally blind.”

“Oh. Well, I’m even more sorry that I wasn’t looking.”

“Why weren’t you paying attention to where you were going?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about the roses that I can’t find for my garden. I’ve been looking a long time, but I haven’t found the ones my garden needs at the store.”

“You have a garden without roses? Is it a very big garden?”

“Yes, it’s quite big, but it’s beautiful.” She paused as she thought had for a moment. “You seem familiar to me. Haven’t we met before?”

“Well, that’s possible. I do walk around here quite often. I’m Jack, and you are?”

“Cheryl.”

“Nice to meet you, Cheryl. Would it be possible for me to see your garden someday?”

“Sure. I’m usually there tending it.”

*****

Later that same day, Cheryl was busying tending her garden once again. She was so absorbed that she didn’t notice when Jack came strolling down the garden path. He didn’t say anything for awhile as he watched her tend to her flowers. Finally, she stood up and turned around.

“Oh, my goodness! I didn’t know you were there. How long have you been standing there?”

“Oh, not long at all.” He paused to make sure she was alright. “I decided since I didn’t have anything to do today, that I would come by to see your beautiful garden.”

“Oh, okay. So what do you think of it?”

“It’s large and very beautiful, just like the gardener herself.”

Smiling she said, “Thank you. I’m glad you like it. Would you like something to drink? I was just about to get a lemonade for myself.”

“Sure, lemonade sounds good to me.”

Cheryl then turned to the house and went inside. Jack watched her and when she wasn’t looking, he pulled out his wand. He held it up and pointed in the garden where no flowers grew. He waved it a couple of times as he silently said a few words. Then he put the wand back inside his coat out of sight. By that time, Cheryl had returned with a couple of glasses of lemonade.

“We can drink our lemonade over here at the table.”

Jack followed her and sat down opposite of her.

While they chatted about what wasn’t so important, roses began to bloom in the garden where no flowers had ever grown before. Jack knew it was happening even though he couldn’t see them well. Cheryl was too busy drinking lemonade and talking with her guest to notice the newcomers.

Just before sunset, Jack told Cheryl he had to go home. She thanked him for a pleasant afternoon and then he walked out the way he came in. After he was gone some minutes, she looked over her garden and gasped when she saw the roses.

“Those are the exact roses I have been looking for a very long time! I wonder how they got here.” Baffled, she picked up the empty glasses and took them inside the house.

*****

At home, Jack was busy dictating to his quill about his daily adventures. He was thankful he didn’t have to write with the quill and that it wrote whatever he said. It was good to be a wizard, he thought. The only problem with the dictating quill was the cats. His two cats, Lilly and Spitter liked to swat at the quill when it was moving. So, Jack added a spell that would allow the quill to defend itself. That spell only made matters worse as the quill would swat back and the cats loved it even more. It was truly amazing how much writing Jack was able to do everyday.

He hoped Cheryl liked her present of roses in her garden. He knew he would have to tell her, a muggle, the truth sooner or later. He wasn’t sure what he would say to her, but he knew he would have to tell her. In the meantime, he thought it wouldn’t be a problem to keep visiting her in her garden and making sure all her flowers were healthy. So, that’s what he kept doing.

*****

Months passed by and Cheryl and Jack became the best of friends. The garden prospered under their friendship. All the flowers were healthy and beautiful. They seemed to never fade. Then one day as Jack was casting another spell on the garden, thinking he wasn’t seen as usual, but Cheryl has stepped back outside sooner than he had expected.

“Hey, Jack, what kind of sandwich did you want?” She walked over to him and saw him pointing his wand directly at the garden. Her eyes widen and she said, “What are you doing to my garden?”

Jack froze in place. He lowered his wand and then turned to face her. “Well, I thought you’d appreciate it. All the flowers that is.”

Cheryl just stared at him for a long time. “Did you plant those roses?”

“Yes, with my wand.”

“Oh, thank you, but I had no idea you were a wizard.”

“Well, yes, but I knew I would have to tell you sooner or later.” He paused. “You’re not mad, are you?”

“No, actually I’m shocked, but I love how beautiful my garden has been since you’ve been here.”

“I’m glad you like it. You have done a lot of work on it.”

*****

Later that evening, Jack talked to his cats about what had happened with Cheryl that day. They stopped playing with the quill and listened intently.
“Now, I’m afraid once she gets over her shock that she won’t want to see me anymore. What am I to do?”
Both cats wagged their tails and walked over to him and touched his face with a forepaw. Then they jumped down from the table and ran off. Jack heard them go and knew that they would be back before long.

*****

Cheryl was sitting in her garden, staring at the roses. She wasn’t so sure about Jack now that she knew he was a wizard. She had heard too many bad things about them and she hoped he wasn’t like that. As she sat musing, two housecats ran up her garden path. Without any warning they jumped on the table and starting meowing at her.

“What? Where did you come from?”

Both cats wouldn’t stop talking for several minutes. Then they got quiet. Lily jumped off the table and ran over to the roses. Spitter remained and lifted a forepaw to point to her sister.

That was when comprehension dawned on Cheryl. These two cats obviously lived with Jack and they were trying to tell her he gave her the very flowers she wanted because he loved her. “Hey, cats, where is Jack now?”

Both cats came together on the garden path and pointed their forepaws in the direction they needed to go. Cheryl stood up and followed the two all the way to Jack’s place.

Once there, she found him sighing.

“Oh, why did I have to get careless with the flower spells? If I hadn’t, Cheryl would still be happy with me and her garden…” He sighed again.

“Jack, it’s okay. I was just shocked. After what I’ve heard about some wizards, it made me pause. But then I thought about it and you haven’t done anything wrong. You’re not like those bad wizards. You even gave me the roses I’ve been wanting and searching for a long time.”

Jack turned around. “I’m so glad you’re not upset with me.”

“Would you like to come back and visit my garden again?”

“Yes, of course!”

The four of them, Cheryl, Jack, Lily, and Spitter, walked back to the flower garden. There they spent many happy times with a few occasional spell blow-ups.

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