Thursday, September 03, 2009

Scaredy Cat (twitter style)

My daughter's cat Sparkle
in the vet's office~
So terrified she's shedding hair all over my shirt
hiding her face in the crook of my arm

I've been at a loss for posts lately... seems there are a lot of little things to say, but nothing of any importance or substance. I like Twitter because it's the perfect forum for that kind of thing. In case you're not familiar, Twitter is a social network, where you can post mini-blogs that are 140 letters or less. Today's blog post would have looked like this on Twitter:

  • Have nothing of any value to say on blog. Trying 2 do it twitter-style, 140 characters or less. Wonder if this will b boring or interesting?
  • talked 2 the vet assistant 2day~said cat ds not hv infection. has crystals in her urine, and has 2 have some super expensive cat food. yay.
  • This is my 396th post. considering some sort of an extravaganza for post 400. feeling stuck...I'll keep you posted on what I come up with.
  • HOT. 111 today. Struggling w/not whining. losing. terribly. send ice. whatever happened to that machine that froze port charles? need one.
  • Seeing Julie & Julia w/Lisa. Can't wait. Intend to get popcorn AND candy. W/a diet coke, naturally. Then will chat all night in the driveway
  • realizing this is kind of a dumb idea for posting. boo.
  • Need to stop putting off making dinner by making fake Tweets.
  • For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. (John 3:16, New King James Version)
  • That's all I got for today.
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9 comments:

Beck said...

Poor kitty! That picture reminded me so much of my cat when scared that I just about cried.
It's not a creatively fertile time of year. It'll return.

Andrea Frazer - Pass the Zoloft said...

Don't worry about it. HOnestly, part of the reason I think people post less to my blogs is because Twitter and Facebook cater to the quick thought, instant gratification crowd. There's a place for that for sure, but sometimes I find staying away gives me a chance to think and actually write something more than 140 words.

My real point is that your stuff is aLWAYS good. Write when you feel it.

MyShilohRanch said...

So I take it that the trip to the vet was a calmer one for Sparkle? Poor thing ... can't remember which animal we had that hid it's face like that ... awww ... couldn't bear to look ... if I can't see it, maybe it will all go away ....

PS: I agree with Andrea about your writing ;)

Halfmoon Girl said...

I think this was a cute post. I somehow logged out of Twitter awhile ago, and then it asked me for a password, and I had no idea. I didn't pursue it after that...

How did you like the movie?

Becky said...

Perhaps poor Sparkle overheard all the recent talk about doctors and barium and scopes and all that and got a bit freaked out?

I keep meaning to go see that movie...how was it?

God's Guitar Girl said...

One my cats had struvite crystals. His case was so bad that he almost had to have his urethra shortened (read: his wee-wee removed). It happened while we were moving from FT Riley, KS, to FT Benning, GA. I was preggers w/ Li'l G and we were in temporary housing, and he was passing blood and urine everywhere. SOOOO much FUN! And yes, the food is wicked expensive.

Gretchen said...

My $100,000 Golden Retriever is keeping my feet warm as we speak. Well, we're not really speaking, but you know what i mean.

Miso soddy it's hot.

And Andrea is right. You are an awesome writer no matter the subject or lack thereof.

whimzie said...

Well, I thought this was a fun idea for a post! Just glad to hear from you any which way you write!

This cat....good grief. I'm kind of glad my husband's not a cat person and my mom's allergic.

Kellie said...

I'm only 10 days late on this post...but it was funny, and I wanted you to know you made me laugh...and made me sad all at the same time....makes me wish we could go to the movies and then talk in the drive-way all night.