Carter and My Cats

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This is Carter. My newest edition to my animal family. Now I have 4 cats; Baby, Fabian, Gracie, and Carter. Fabian and Gracie arrived in my house in August, and Carter on January 22nd.

Carter is snow white, except for his ears and partially his tail and feet. He is 10 months old, and terribly cute. He loves to play, and the other cats don’t. Most of the time his play victims are Baby and Fabian. It also took him a long time to use the litter box, unfortunately, but that’s another story you probably don’t want to hear about.

Carter is most compatible with Gracie, and least compatible with Baby, I think. Him and Gracie like to lick faces and smell each other, but him and Baby like to keep their distance. When he walks into Baby’s personal space, usually an attack happens, and Baby is usually the victor.

On to the other cats, Fabian and Carter are male, and Baby and Gracie are female. Fabian and Gracie are brother and sister, and are seal point Siamese. They are striped black and grey, with intense blue eyes. Baby is jet black with lovely green eyes, and Carter (like I just said) is snow white with ice blue eyes.  Their birthdays are; Carter on March 22, Fabian and Gracie on July 27, and Baby on August 24. Baby is the oldest being five, Fabian and Gracie are the second-oldest because they’re two, and Carter is the youngest being not even a year old yet.

The two cats that are friendliest with each other are Fabian and Gracie. They’re always together, almost never apart. The least compatible pair is Gracie and Baby. They’re always fighting, so we keep a spray bottle near. All three cats hate Carter. He’s just trying to fit in, poor thing. Then again, not really anyone likes Baby, either, but she’s more accepted than Carter.

Well, now you know my cats.

The Hunger Games, pg. 232-236

Here is a few pages from The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

pg. 232 – pg. 236

I grin and move in the direction of the bird. Another just a short distance ahead, picks up on the handful of notes. Rue has been singing to them, and recently. Otherwise thy’d have taken up some other song. My eyes lift up into the trees, searching for a sign of her. I swallow and sing softly back, hoping she’ll know it’s safe to join me. And that’s when I hear the scream.
It’s a girl’s scream, a young girl’s scream, there’s no one in the arena capable of making that sound except for Rue. And now I’m running, knowing this may be a trap, knowing the three Careers may be poised to attack me, but I can’t help myself. There’s another high-pitched cry, this time my name.
“Katniss! Katniss!”
“Rue!” I shout back, so she knows I’m near. So
they know I’m near, and hopefully the girl who has attacked them with tracker jackers and gotten an eleven they still can’t explain will be enough to pull their attention away from her.
When I pull into the clearing, she’s on the ground, hopelessly entangled in a net. She just has time to reach her hand through the mesh and say my name before the spear enters her body
The boy from District 1 dies before he can pull out his spear. My arrow drives deeply into the center of his neck. He falls to his knees and halves the brief remaining time of his life by yanking out the arrow and drowning in his own blood. I’m  reloaded, shifting my aim from side to side, while I shout at Rue, “Are there more? Are there more?”
She has to say no several times before I hear it.
Rue has rolled to her side, her body curved in and around the spear. I shove the boy away from her and pull out my knife, freeing her from the net. One look at the wound I know it’s far beyond my capacity to heal. Beyond anyone’s probably. The spearhead is buried up to the shaft in her stomach. I crouch before her, staring helplessly at the embedded weapon. There’s no point in comforting words, in telling her she’ll be alright. She’s no fool. Her hand reaches out and I clutch it like a lifeline. As if it’s me who’s dying instead of Rue.
“You blew up the food?” she whispers.
“Every last bit,” I say.
“You have to win,” she says.
“I’m going to. Going to win for both of us now,” I promise. I hear a cannon and look up. It must be for the boy from District 1.
“Don’t go.” Rue tightens her grip on my hand.
“Course not. Staying right here,” I say. I move in closer to her, pulling her head onto my lap. I gently brush the dark, thick hair back behind her ear.
“Sing,” she says, but I barely catch the word.
Sing? I think. Sing what? I do know a few songs. Believe it or not, there was once music in my house, too. Music I helped make. My father pulled me in with that remarkable voice —- but I haven’t sung much since he died. Except when Prim is very sick. Then I sing her the same songs she liked as a baby.
Sing. My throat is tight with tears, hoarse from the smoke and fatigue. But if this is Prim’s, I mean, Rue’s last request, I have to at least try. The song that comes to me is a simple lullaby, one we sing fretful, hungry babies to sleep with. It’s old, very old I think. Made up long ago in our hills. What my music teacher calls a mountain air. But the words are easy and soothing, promising tomorrow will be more hopeful than this awful piece of time we call today.
I give a small cough, swallow hard, and begin:

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise
Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings
them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Rue’s eyes have fluttered shut. Her chest moves but only slightly. My throat releases the tears and they slide down my cheeks. But I have to finish the song for her.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it’s morning, they’ll wash away.

Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings
them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Everything’s still and quiet. Then, almost eerily, the mockingjays take up my song.
For a moment, I sit there, watching my tears drip down on her face. Rue’s cannon fires. I lean forward and press my lips against her temple. Slowly, as if not to wake her, I lay her head back on the ground and release her hand.
They’ll want me to clear out now. So they can collect the bodies. And there’s nothing to stay for.

Lisa Scinta

Lisa Scinta is a Youtube celebrity. She is a cover artist for various popular music artists such as Ke$ha, Jason DeRulo, Beyoncé, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, and B.o.B ft. Bruno Mars. She, in my opinion, has a beautiful voice and sometimes has a better voice than the artist themselves. She is an amazing singer and I know you, reader, would love her music.

My favourite cover so far by her is her Katy Perry – Thinking of You cover.  I would absolutely love it if you would visit her channel using the links above, perhaps leave her a comment but most importantly see the masterpieces she has painted with her music.  Here is her Katy Perry – Thinking of You cover.

Here is the link to her YouTube channel
http://www.youtube.com/lisascinta

Dance in the Dark

Ladies and gentlemen, I present this song & unofficial video performed by Lady Gaga!
Lyrics below the video.

Silicon, saline, poison inject me
Baby, I’m a free bit
I’m a free bit

Some girls won’t dance to the beat of the track
She won’t walk away
But she won’t look back
She looks good
But her boyfriend says she’s a mess
She’s a mess
She’s a mess
Now the girl is stressed
She’s a mess
She’s a mess
She’s a mess
She’s a mess

Baby loves to dance in the dark
‘Cuz when he’s lookin’
She falls apart
Baby loves to dance in the dark

Run run
Her kiss is a vampire grin
The moon lights her way while she’s howlin’ at him
She looks good
But her boyfriend says she’s a tramp
She’s a tramp
She’s a vamp
But she still does her dance
She’s a tramp
She’s a vamp
But she still kills the dance

Baby loves to dance in the dark
‘Cuz when he’s lookin’
She falls apart
Baby loves to dance in the dark
In the dark
She loves to dance in the dark
In the dark
She loves, she loves to dance in the dark

Marilyn
Judy
Sylvia
Tellem’ how you feel girls!

Work your blonde (Jean) Benet Ramsey
We’ll haunt like liberace
Find your freedom in the music
Find your jesus
Find your kubrick
You will never fall apart
[Princess] Diana, you’re still in our hearts
Never let you fall apart
Together we’ll dance in the dark

Baby loves to dance in the dark
‘Cuz when he’s lookin’
She falls apart
Baby loves to dance in the dark

Quinn and Molly

The creature that many fear
Stays away from the others,
But close to me
She’s hurt people before.
That I know,
But still I love her
For what she is

Quinn                                                                                      Molly


The creature that many fear                               Cautious and timid—the second creature

Away she stays from the others                          Lives bottomward in the oak hearth

Close she stays to me                                         Around Quinn she is alert and considerate

Many people she has hurt                                   But loyal, fleecy, and wary

That I know                                                          Her I love, eyes like precious jewels

But still I love her                                                 Amber, sparkling gems

For what she is                                                    Her, forever I shall desire.

Monster

Monster is a song by Lady Gaga that I really like.
The chorus is really catchy

(That boy is a monster,
M-M-M-Monster
That boy is a monster,
M-M-M-Monster
That boy is a monster,
M-M-M-Monster
That boy is a monster,
Er-er-er-er)

And the rest of the song, too. I hope you enjoy it (the song is below)

You

How do I put up with you,
You’ve slurred,
You’ve taunted,
You’ve made me cry.

Why do I look forward to seeing you,
When you’ve made me feel
Guilty, depressed, bleak
You’ve made me want to die.

But I laugh with you still,
You make me feel happy,
What is it about you
That makes me keep coming back.

You are my friend,
My enemy,
My joy,
But you’ve dyed my heart black.

Lady Gaga: Speechless

Speechless is one of my favourite songs, and my all-time favourite for Lady Gaga. It has so much meaning in the lyrics, and Gaga sung it beautifully.
Lady Gaga wrote the song as a plea to get her father, Joseph Germanotta, to get open-heart surgery. He had a very bad aortic valve, one of the valves of the heart, and for a very long time his body was only getting one third of the blood he should have been getting.

“My mom called me and I was very depressed. I was on tour and I couldn’t leave, so I went into the studio and I wrote this song Speechless, and it’s about these phone calls. My dad used to call me after he’d had a few drinks and I wouldn’t know what to say. I was speechless and I just feared that I would lose him and I wouldn’t be there.” –Lady Gaga

Writing the song for her father worked, and he had the open-heart surgery in October of 2009.
“My Daddy had open-heart surgery today. And after long hours, and lots of tears, they healed his broken heart, and mine,”Lady Gaga


“Speechless”

I can’t believe what you said to me
Last night we were alone
You threw your hands up
Baby you gave up, you gave up

I can’t believe how you looked at me
With your James Dean glossy eyes
In your tight jeans with your long hair
And your cigarette stained lies

Could we fix you if you broke?
And is your punch line just a joke?

I’ll never talk again
Oh boy you’ve left me speechless
You’ve left me speechless, so speechless

And I’ll never love again,
Oh boy you’ve left me speechless
You’ve left me speechless, so speechless

I can’t believe how you slurred at me
With your half wired broken jaw
You popped my heart seems
On my bubble dreams, bubble dreams

I can’t believe how you looked at me
With your Johnnie Walker eyes
He’s gonna get you and after he’s through
There’s gonna be no love left to rye

And I know that it’s complicated
But I’m a loser in love
So baby raise a glass to mend
All the broken hearts
Of all my wrecked up friends

I’ll never talk again
Oh boy you’ve left me speechless
You’ve left me speechless so speechless

I’ll never love again,
Oh friend you’ve left me speechless
You’ve left me speechless, so speechless

And after all the drinks and bars that we’ve been to
Would you give it all up?
Could I give it all up for you?

And after all the boys and girls that we’ve been through
Would you give it all up?
Could you give it all up?

If I promise boy to you
That I’ll never talk again
And I’ll never love again
I’ll never write a song
Won’t even sing along

I’ll never love again
So speechless
You left me speechless, so speechless
Why you so speechless, so speechless?

Will you ever talk again?
Oh boy, why you so speechless? (Speechless baby!)
You’ve left me speechless so speechless

Some men may follow me
But you choose “death and company”
Why you so speechless? Oh oh oh

My New Puppy

On June 9 I got Ben, my Australian Shepherd puppy. He is energetic, active, and loves biting (he’s teething). He was born April 18, which makes him almost two months. He follows me around and cries when I leave, but not for long. He loves our backyard, and attacks our other dog, Jake. And our cat, Baby, also tells him to keep away (MEOW!). I haven’t had him for long so I can’t write much more about him, if you met Ben I know you’d love him!

This picture is taken by the previous owner. This is Ben!

Ben