daily prompt · Writing

That’s All She Wrote

What’s your dream job?

This prompt has been posed to us before somewhat differently. Read my response here.

As for today’s prompt, which is slightly more specific than the previous prompt I answered, I’ll give an example rather than explain it.

Below, you will find a post I made on another social media website 13 years ago. On the face of it, it’s describing a mundane process, but the undercurrents are where the tale is being told. It’s the sum of the parts, not the whole. My dream job is the sum of the parts. The processes that go into making the final creative product: the whole. Creativity, as a whole. The pieces play a role.

Door closed, cats out of room, ear plugs in. Fingers perched on keyboard, itching with the question of where to start.
Writing a compelling cover letter is like writing the story of You. You must know your audience, read the job description to determine style, sense of humor, what the position asks of you, and how YOU can be what they want.
You write a cover letter to get an interview. You sell yourself as a brand to achieve that end. Will there be some fiction? Maybe. It’s best called “embellishing the truth,” though.
I write letters that get attention. Always have. That’s because I know it’s a skill that must be developed, it’s a story that must be told, it’s a tiny little book that needs to grab its intended viewer’s attention immediately. You don’t have much time; choose each word with care. There are hundreds, sometimes thousands of other people trying to get the same job – you must stand out.
So. I’ve finished this cover letter, and will read and re-write it until it states exactly what it needs to in order to get me an interview.
The interview is Part 2 of the selling of You. But more on that later…

Thanks for stopping by. Before you go, if you missed it, part two of Susie’s origin story has been posted. Read it here.

cats · Writing

Susie’s Origin Story – Part II

If you haven’t read Part One, start here and come back to Part Two.

I can’t remember the exact details, as it was 2008, but I know my mom and I were running around like an expectant parent and grandparent, trying to get the cat in the birthing box, supply her with food and water, along with a litter box. We were feeling excitement about the impending babies. Mama Kitty stared at us with confusion and probably a touch of wondering about our sanity.

My mom had seen cats and dogs give birth before, but I had not. I’ve had cats and dogs all my life, but they’ve never come to me quite in this way: right off the press. Four for the (free) price of one.

While Mama Kitty was laboring in her nest, we kept checking every twenty minutes or so – no kittens. My mom became a little concerned by an hour in and no kittens, but she wasn’t panic level yet. By three hours, she told me there was something wrong, and if she didn’t have the kittens in the next ten minutes, we’d need to get a laboring cat into the car at 9pm-ish, and take her to the emergency vet. You can imagine the prospect. Logistically and financially, we were not prepared.

We looked in the room one final time, and…there were kittens in the nest! Three, in fact. The one holding up the conga line was Bubba, a big-headed gray kitten who was the one doing the somersaults and taking up the most room in Mama Kitty’s belly. Next to be born was Rafa, a solid black spicy boy. Finally, Susie was born. She was smaller than her brothers and she was a brown tabby.

You might be wondering how they acquired their names. I named Bubba, as he just looked like, well, a Bubba. He held the whole process up, didn’t seem to know that, and was a scarf around his mother’s neck for at least a month. Rafa was named after Rafa (obviously). I was going to name Susie “Tiger Lily,” but my mom was having none of it. “You named all of the other cats, I want to name her.” So, her name became Susie – except that it really isn’t. Her name is “Thuthie,” which is how I pronounced my baby doll’s name when I was two years old.

Mama Kitty with her tiny crew. It’s hard to see, but there are three kittens nursing. You can see how protective and proud she is of her babies.

For several weeks, we left the little family to bond and came in only to check water, food and litter status. I’d often find Bubba as a scarf around his mother’s neck – perhaps her favorite accessory. Mama Kitty was a great mom to all of the kittens. When she was able to leave them for a time, she would escape the nursery for some attention from the humans. She knew when to return to her babies, though, and so she would.

Bubba, top right. Susie adjacent to Bubba. Rafa mostly not seen, but that is his tiny body and tail. The babies all had stripes when they were born, as is very common. The stripes remain into adulthood, but are only seen in the sun, except for Susie who is a tabby with obvious beautiful swirls, spots and stripes.

The kittens grew fast, and soon became menaces – in a mostly good way. We’ll explore how Bubba lived up to his name, how Rafa meant Serious Business while eating, and how orange poo got all over the nursery floor, bedding and walls, which caused this panicky human parent to frantically call the vet.

Join me for Part Three: The Kittens Take Over. Coming soon…

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Grief · poetry

Mittens

I’ve been outside three times today

Clearing off the car

Shoveling the driveway

Putting down the salt

I’ve used up all my gloves

I don’t like mittens

My hands get cold

They’re all that’s left in the closet

The only thing that is dry

I told the closet I miss my mother

This, the first big snow

Without you

As I mindlessly grabbed your mittens

I wiggled my fingers in

These were your favorite pair

I felt the outlines of your hands

They had worn down the fleece

I can feel where you touched

the ghost shape of your fingers

Different from mine

But still half of me

I miss my mother

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cats · daily prompt

Is WordPress Spying On Me?

What is your favorite animal?

I’m beginning to think WordPress doesn’t pay attention to my posts. Or the opposite: is spying on me.

Read Susie’s origin story, part one here.

I posted an update about Susie‘s origin story, part two yesterday, which you can read here.

Please feel free to peruse my blog for other cat themed stories. You’ll find several.

So, yeah, it’s cats. Thanks for paying attention WordPress. *sarcasm font*