These stories are mine.
They’re drawn from my own life, observations, and experiences.
And many times, I write of the odd way I see the world.
The language learning model (or AI as some call it) doesn’t invent the story—it simply helps me turn them into poetry.
Think of it like using a ruler. I can draw a pretty straight line by hand, but if I already know exactly where I want the line, why not use the ruler?
Your Emma is just as beautiful.
He does have heterochromia, but he’s not deaf, except when he doesn’t want to do something. Then he’s completely deaf and it has nothing to do with his eyes.
And just like yours, ours loves little hiding nooks like your picture shows.
In a perfect world, such a life
Outdoor freedom and chasing mice.
However, in the area, which I live
Only one guarantee I could give.
Turkey vultures, Hawks, and more
They spend their lives as prey and not much more.
So for now, they’ll take their window scene, and afternoon trips to the backyard catio (16’x8’) in between.
Felix just got himself another like on YT.
Thanks!
Not deaf in either, but if he doesn’t want to do something, he acts like he is.
Awesome cat!
I’ve got a few of them and will be posting. Thanks!
Thanks from us both!
Thanks friend! 🙏
We spend a lot of time with these guys. The end result of an abandoned cat breeding home (when the tenants moved out, they simply left the cats).
Long story short. We fed, befriended, fixed, then fell in love with them.
I write what I see or what I think about as we care for them. Their stories are applied to pictures and hopefully we can share some of the happiness they bring us to everyone.
I’m glad you like them!
With an attitude to match!
Nice, it does work!
(Also means I’ll be humming it for the rest of the day. 🤣)
That’s an impressive amount of certainty about a life he’s never lived.
He doesn’t know whose hand the man has held, what he’s lost, who he’s loved, what he’s given, or what he’s done when nobody was watching.
Yet somehow he’s appointed himself qualified to measure another man’s humanity.
That’s the irony here.
He wrote an entire paragraph about compassion while demonstrating none.
He wrote about love while using it as a weapon.
And he condemned someone for thinking only of himself while never once considering that he might be wrong.
If this is his demonstration of what it means to be human, he may want to choose a different example.
Photobombing by the black Kitty did not go over well.
This is one of the most creative perspectives that I’ve ever read on one of my writings.
A sad but true fact. Neither Izod nor the crew team have paid me a penny.
You speak of her fondly. And knowing that her ‘judgmentalness’ is increasing as time goes on, she’s perfect!
Molly is beautiful!
Turn back the clock, and my Ginnie looked exactly like your Molly.
Be advised, if you think she judges now, just wait till she gets her formal robes! (Meaning her darker color.)
And if she’s anything like ours, she’ll love you just as much as she judges you.
And they think they can hide, even with that volume of white hair. 😂
The sign language thing is really cool!
Ours was a feral. He can be a bit jumpy. So we developed a safe phrase with him. And if anything happens that spooks him or makes him believe that that he’s in trouble when he’s not, we can say the safe phrase and immediately he feels okay.
Thanks about the poem. Poems capture the feelings I had when I took the picture. And that way if I look at it some years down the road, I can remember those feelings again.