A Mile in Your Fur: Part 2

My name is Shadow. I am a cat.

Master is calling. She is my favorite. I run to her when she calls. If I am quick she praises me. Sometimes I get treats. Always I get pats.

I hear a noise. Is that a bug? Chase the bug. What’s that?! A shadow?! Chase the shadow. What’s that?! Chase!!  Oh, that’s my tail.

I see the Small One. Let’s wrestle! Pounce! She growls. Why are you growling? Don’t you want to play? Play! Wrestle! What’s that?! Mouse toy!!

I hear a noise. What’s that?! Scary! Run away! Oh, it’s just the door. Oh it’s Large Human. Hello Large Human! Pet me. Don’t pet me. Pet me. Don’t pet me. Pet me. Oooh, a toy!

Master is in the food room. She puts something on the floor. I smell it. Hmm. Doesn’t look like my food. Doesn’t smell like my food. Small One eats it. I walk away. Bug! Chase! Oh, just a shadow.

I sit in my seat to take a break. This is my favorite spot.  Large Human rocks the seat.  Play?! Flip! Play with mouse! Chase tail! I love this seat.

Scary Cat hisses at me. I got too close. Play? She bats her paw at me. I bat back. No play. Master calls. Run! Treats! Master!

Master lays in bed. I lay next to Master. This is my pillow. This is my favorite spot. Master nuzzles me and pets me and hugs me. I love this spot. I love Master.

My name is Shadow. I am a cat.

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Shadow is a lot simpler. All he knows is love, play, and occasionally terror when something makes an unexpected loud noise. He is my derpy cat and I love him dearly, even if he sometimes acts more like a dog than a cat.

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Weekly Challenge: A Mile in your Fur

Inspired by WP “Leave Your Shoes at the Door” Weekly Challenge and the novel “I am a Cat” by Soseki Natsume.

They call me Sophie. I am a cat.

My life could not get any worse. The fool will not leave me alone and the old maid keeps glaring at me when I get too close to her. The Matron Human has been working in the basement all day and shut me out after I asked for a simple back scratch. Why does she hate me? My human has left again and I am worried she will not come back. If she doesn’t come back, who will put food in my bowl?

The fool is pouncing on me again. I don’t want to wrestle, fool! I was enjoying my nap. Ignore him and maybe he’ll stop. Ignore… ignore… igno-CHASE.  WHY DO YOU KEEP BOTHERING ME.

Oh, this isn’t so bad it feels somewhat nice to run. I think I’ll take a few laps. I am so fast. No one one is faster, not even the fool and definitely not the old maid. She never runs. I bet it would be good for her to- MOUSE. This is my favorite toy mouse. I hide my toys so the humans can’t take them and the fool won’t play with them. They are my toys.

The big human is home. My human calls him “Papa”. I like this human because he gives me treats. My favorite is something he keeps calling “jerky”. It comes in several flavors. Sometimes it is spicy. Other times it is mild. I like both. Give me more, human. Where is the rest? This meager piece won’t keep me satisfied. What do you mean, no?

….Fine. I will go to my spot on the rocking chair and you are not allowed to pet me. This hurts you more than it hurts me. I know how badly you want to pet me. I don’t- wait I hear a noise. Is that a car outside? Is it her? I wonder if- OH. I hear the door. I run towards the door and climb the kitchen chair. I am ready. My human enters. I am the first to receive a pat. HA. Silly fool. You cannot surpass me. Human Lady loves ME most. Now I shall go away and allow you to have pats. See how giving I am?

Human Lady has sat down. She has some plastic thing in her hands and is staring at the box with pictures. This is the perfect time for sits. Love me Human Lady. Pet me. Pay attention to me. Good. Good…. why did you stop? I get up and walk away. She hates me.

It is dark out and Human Lady is calling. What’s that noise? That sounds like treats! It smells like treats! Milk treats! And look, a fresh bowl of water! And now she is pouring food into my bowl! I’m so glad human lady came home. She must love me so much.

Wait, why are you closing the door? NO. I thought we discussed this?! We are NOT to shut me in here! NO. Human Lady turns off the light and gets into her bed. I am once again locked in this horrid room with that fool. I slink under the bed. She will receive no cuddles from me. That will be her punishment. I’ll show her.

The sun is up. Human Lady is waking up. She opens the door. I’m free! Thank you, thank you! Matron Human gives me breakfast of warm, soft, yummy food. This is the best. Human Lady gives me pats and scratches. The old maid is sleeping and the fool is busy. I get to explore the basement. Today is a good day.

They call me Sophie. I am a cat.

My life could not get any better.

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Photo: Shadow/”the fool” (left) and Sophie (right)

The “old maid” refers to the cat I grew up with and the Matron and Papa are of course my mother and father (yes, I live with my parents like a real, broke college graduate, thank you for asking).

This has been a Mile in Sophie’s “Shoes”.

Persona 3: Japan at it’s Finest

Atlus is one of my most favorite game companies of all times. I have been playing their games since the ripe age of 14, but they were producing LONG before that.

Some of the better known series probably include Disgaea, Growlanser, and Shin Megumi Tensei. Some of my favorite Atlus games include the enticing Catherine, the whimsical Dokapon Kingdom, and the alluring Odin Sphere. A full list of games can be found at Wiki: List of Atlus Games.

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Above all, however, Persona 3 is my absolute favorite. When P3 came out, I was 16 years old. I had probably read about the game in PSM (PlayStation Magazine) and was highly anticipating it. At that time I had done enough research to know I was not old enough to purchase it at the Mature rating. I also knew there was no way my parents would purchase it for me, due to the nature of the game. Yet I was determined. The fresh new collectors edition with art book and limited soundtrack had come out and by George I wanted it. I had just gotten my license that summer, so when the GameStop clerk asked for mutt idea I stood tall and handed it over with a smile. To this day I don’t know I’d he did the math wrong or if he took pity on me. Either way, I got out of the store that day with the game I wanted and was absolutely ecstatic.

There was a reason why Persona was rated M. It was scary and mysterious, the dungeons were covered in a blood like substance, the themes were awfully adult, and most of all was the gun shaped Evokers for which your party would use to summon their personas. By “shooting” themselves in the head the surge of adrenaline would bring out their inner strength.

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The uniqueness of the game aside (thanks Japan), I was immediately hooked. A long time fan of RPGs, the contrast of dungeon clearing at night while attending high school and making friends during the day left me constantly wanting more. I will admit,  the social link aspect with a dating sim feel was my favorite part. Overall, the 70-100 hours of gameplay kept me busy for a long time.

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Then came the next version, FES, which I of course had to have. With added features, new personas, and an all new story line to tack on to the end. I’m ashamed to admit that I still haven’t completed this. The only available mode is that of “really freaking difficult” and the lack of social link importance was a bit of a turn off, as I didn’t like mindlessly grinding through the dungeon. Like I said before the relationship aspect was my favorite part.

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Finally came Persona 3 Portable for the PSP. In this version you have the option to play as a female protagonist. I was totally psyched for this version, but wasn’t ready to spend the money on a third copy of the game. This past Christmas I was lucky enough to finally receive a copy, and I am once again absorbed in the P3 universe. When you start a new game you receive a disclaimer saying the lady protagonist is not just for girls, but meant for seasoned players looking for a renewed experience. With many different social link options and entirely different outcomes, it allows old players a new experience. Personally, I love it for the newness AND that I get to play as a kickass lady fighter.

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If you’ve never played the game than I’d certainly recommend it as well as other Atlus games.  If you have then props to you! I’d love to know what your impression was. Thanks for reading!

Imagination Run Wild

This morning, while driving to the coffee shop, I was admiring some of the Fall decorations people had in their yards. I came to a section of town where a lot of people had nice picket fences, several of which I saw had Scarecrows or similar decorations atop the fence.

This is the moment where I did a double take, at first believing it was another decoration, for perched on top of one of these picket fences was a small child of maybe 5 or 6 years old. Now, this will be difficult to explain without a photo, so I’m about to use some very poorly done MS Paint drawings to portray exactly what I felt in this moment.

Here is what I saw:

Fence Kid

Here is what I imagined (voice and all):

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If this is really why the kid was on top of the fence (which I am secretly hoping)… Well, rock on kid, rock on.

I’m a Nerd and Here’s Why

Why a Nerd?

Firstly, for whatever reason, I feel it’s important to share why I picked “nerd”, rather than “dork” or “geek”. I also considered the tag “gamer”, but found that to be too narrow. However odd it may seem, I’ve been trying to decide on this for a while, which has postponed my starting this account. Finally, after some less than in-depth searching, Google provided me the answer, and I want to provide it to you.

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This may be my most favorite Venn Diagram in the world. After some thought, I determined that I have not one, not two, but all three of these main properties which therefore classify me as a “nerd”.

Here’s why:

Social ineptitude.

Anyone who knows me in real life would probably think this is inaccurate. Those who know me more closely would likely disagree. While on the surface I put out quite the “social butterfly” attitude, I find that in many cases, I would much rather sit at home, alone, with my cats and a good book (or in many cases, a video game). Thus, due to my natural avoidance of social interactions, I do believe I have a certain degree of social ineptitude.

Obsession.

This one is easy. I consider myself to be something of a fangirl in certain fanbases. Thus, while I may be a closet fangirl in real life, I am indeed one that might be classified as an “obsessor” (which is probably not a real word, the internet and my spell check seem at odds on that one).

Intelligence.

Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I do consider myself at least marginally intelligent. That would certainly explain why I went to college and enjoyedlearning things. Unlike certain young adults who attend college for the sake of partying.

Thus.

I am indeed a nerd (at least according to the given diagram), and chose my tagline thusly (also, thusly is not a word, according to my spell check, but I like the sound of it, so I’ll be using it regardless).

Source:

http://english.stackexchange.com/questions/91892/nerd-vs-geek-vs-dork