Bedtime story: Cats, the new house and the screaming monster

Our new house is fun, soo much fun, but the boss tells us we still need to learn.

We learned that the boss and his wife don’t like it when we play under the bed in the morning, so we don’t do that.

Today when we woke up, we played in the hallway, which was very nice!
But me and my sister got in a real fight, and I cried a bit loud and bit my sister back.

So my sister cried too, and she woke up the boss with her cry. He came down the stairs and we were still fighting a bit, and he got mad. “Don’t you two fight, that is not nice!”

Then he put us on the floor and made this smelly stuff called coffee, and we played nicely in the hallway again.

My sister got a fur people wear outside from the wall and hid under it, that was real fun !

I followed her under the fur, and jumped on her back, my sister liked that too.

She came out with her head, and got away again. Hide and seek, and I found her all the time.

The boss came to have a look, and started laughing; you little buggers, so you are the ones that drop all the coats! He gave us a hug, but told us not to play with the coats.
So that is how they are called !

Then after the boss had his coffee, he came with a big thing, and told us he was going to vacuum clean.

It was a thing with a sort of rope on, also very nice to play with.
He said; I am glad you guys are not afraid of it!
And then it happened, he took the rope and put in the wall, and the thing started to howl like a very scary animal. My sister and I were very very scared, so we ran through the house to get away from this thing. The boss didn’t run from it, so strange.

We found a place to hide, and had to stay there forever, it was so scary.

The sound went through the entire house, and after a very very long time it stopped.

Then we heard the boss call us, so he was not eaten by this monster.

He called and called, but we were too scared to stop hiding. The sound of the boss calling came closer and closer, and we suddenly could see his face. “Ow you poor little things, so you were scared after all!

We sat on his lap for some time, getting hugs and all, that was very nice. We were not scared anymore.

Then he put us on the floor and gave us a rag to play with.

We didn’t play with it in the start, because it looked a bit like a fur, a coat. So he told us we could play with it, and he also played with it. I even won from my sister and the boss, and had the rag all for myself.

After all that playing my sister fell asleep on another rag, and I got to sit on the boss’s lap again.
I was thinking about this angry and frightening vacuum thing and got scared again. After a cuddle I got to hold the boss’s hand, and finally fell asleep.

Bedtime story: Cat eye perspective, adventures in the house.

The boss said this difficult word, no idea what it means, but it has to do with cats, with us!

Me and my sister are two little kittens, and we just moved house, to a new family.

In this new house, and with the new family we have some great adventures

We are very tired now, as we had a lot of adventures today, and we had great fun. Before I fall asleep I will tell you what we’ve done.

This morning when we woke up, it was almost light. Me and my sister are sleeping in the hallway, and all those people sleep upstairs.

So this morning we climbed that thing called stairs, and it was very very high! We had to climb 14 of these things, they call steps, and I even fell off the second one.

I didn’t hurt myself, no, it made me want to climb it more !

When we finally were upstairs, we tried to smell where the big boss and his wife sleep. We were hungry after climbing that big thing, so we followed our noses. The boss makes a loud and snoring sound, very low, he must love it in that big box he is sleeping in.

Under that box, a bed I think were all kind of fun things to play with, and we made some noise. The boss stopped snoring, so we tried to be silent. If you stop snoring, you are not pleased, at least we are not. So we hoped he wasn’t angry.

Behind a leg from that box called bed, was a black and silent thing, we were very scared off.

My sister got closer and closer to it, and found it was a piece of cloth we could play with.

Not at all scary and we played some time with it. We did make some noise playing and woke the boss. He was not mad really, but laughed; you little buggers give me back my sock!

So we left the sock alone and waited for the boss to put on his fur.

He took us downstairs and we got breakfast, ow that was nice!

The boss came and sat with us while we ate, and he didn’t take a bite. He had a cup with black smelly stuff that he drank. I was a bit worried that he didn’t eat, but he left us more.

After we ate our breakfast, we had a little nap on his lap, while he ate bread. We like bread too, but we don’t touch his, or he will get mad.

After our nap, we played on the floor! That was nice, as we found a pen with some string to it, and played with it for very very long. Even the boss played with the pen, and we tried to catch it, and really we won !!

Yawn! Then we with a ball, I will tell you later. I am so tired and my sister too.

So now, I really need to . . . . . .

Photographs taken by me, worked over by Paul R. Boon

Writing or spamming? What on earth am I doing?

Dear readers, ( the few I have now, or the many I got in 5 weeks )

I am a bit in an odd mood.
Last week my computer slowed down getting even slower then it already was. Now that is not exciting news. It actually is bad news as I got used to the darn thing, and I hate formatting installing and the likes.
Then again, it has served me very well over the last 8 years, so I can thank it for a lot. It has brought me work, friends and served me for all the slave work I had to do for study.

This little small form factor computer has done a world of favours for its boss, knew my printer as its best friend, and made me art and stories. Loads of em. Sill it has to go now, for an other sff computer is going to serve my needs now.
Not going to scrap it, I will give it a good clean, and feed it to the kids.
I will teach the kids to have respect for it, use it wise, and feed it a picture now and then. They can use their little camera's to feed this little computer their view of the world. If they use it with respect, it will serve them long.

See, this is how I am doing! Not right, romanticizing a computer, I felt odd since these last few days.

So hoping to do some writing today, I restarted the old computer for one of its last times, to serve me for some writing. When it had started after a cup of coffee and some more time, it told me a very nice thing!
I got some advice in from Scott Roberts! Scott is a St. Louis, Missouri-based Blogger and Chilehead, about my own chilli blog. Taking this advice to heart, I tried to connect my blog to my official Facebook page, and Facebook to twitter and twitter to R.S.S. Now that last bit, I have not succeeded upon, will have to conquer that an other day for I needed to write a bit now.
My goodness I really had to study to get that right, making me wonder if the wonders of the new social world are really something for me. Social media at its best, things seem to work for me now, so now my Facebook posts at Twitter what I am blogging about. So now I don't have to do as much SEO (search engine optimization) as my social media is doing the socializing for me.
Reading the last part, I sound like a nerd aren't I?

Do I need to learn this all just to be able to write???
No, surely not as I can also write on a roll of toiletpaper, and have the kids flush every story after they've read it. Then again, if I hear my kids tell my stories to others and I see their blush of excitement again, and the listeners love my stories I am convinced. I am convinced that I need to write, and share stories to people that want to hear them, so I should try and get the audience that wants to read. So I have 2 groups that I need to try and reach, one for reading about chillies and recipe's, the other group is the one from parents that take or make the time to read their kids a story.

So for those groups, and to give them the choice weather they like me and my writing or not, I need to get social on social media. But the question arises if I want to be a spammer or a writer? I want to write for sure, and actually don't want to be bothered that much with all the things surrounding publishing and getting known. To have someone do this S.E.O. for me, I have to pay about 45 Euro/hour, and I make zero writing so it is not the best of ideas.
So I will have to spam a bit and I need to rely on friends to share, if they like the story I wrote, and that simple drop of oil will spread on water having the greatest colours you have seen. So if someone likes a story or something I wrote about chillies, and its get shared, I have to let the story go.

Maybe someday I hear my story told by a total stranger, for the simple reason that he liked it, and found it.

Rant over, and I will have blogger put it to facebook, and facebook to . . . . . . .

I'll get my coat. . . .