A Feline, a Lift, and a Lock

Here’s the story:

A mother cat is separated from her kitten, while entering the lift with her owner and family. She searches every floor, having to pick locks, turn valves, and she barely escapes death on the 28th floor terrace of the apartment complex. Will she find her lost child? I don’t know. I have studying to do for art class. Feel free to fill in the many blanks. I’ll put everyone’s response and links in the next post.

Baino added:

Kitten trapped in drain/ Cat sneaks into lift to solicit human help. Befriends owner of locked door. Enjoys some diced chicken fillet before realising rescuer is actually a water board worker about to do maintenance on said pipe. He’s so proud of his new kitty, takes her to work for regular maintenance and to show off to friends. Unlocks pipe, finds kitten. Handsome offsider accepts kitten after getting more info on innoculations and such. Cat realises that raising kids is hell and is happy to surrender progeny and lives happily ever after with original rescuer.
Done and dusted.

Thanks! :)

Entertain me, please! I have so many stories to write, but so little time. :)

Sir Winston Churchill said, “I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals”.

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Dear Auntie

It’s Sunday, the 21st of August, 1983. I love and miss you, Uncle Tom, Darren, and Erin. It seems like only yesterday, when I got on the plane in Biloxi, Mississippi. I had a fantastic trip, until I got home. Daddy seemed mad at me Thursday, when I came in smiling from the airport.

Momma, Sissy, and I have just returned from a beauty pageant, and, of course, Sis won. She’s blooming beautifully. I think she’ll be an actress or something, when she grows up. Daddy is in his tan leather reclining chair that sings him a lullaby each evening. He loves that chair more than the rest of us.

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I’m a Pict!

This evening, I received an email from a cousin who has been researching the Scottish side of my pops family. He said that he’d traced our family all the way back to the Picts in Northern Scotland. I knew quite a bit about that side of my family, but never would I have guessed or even thought to look that far back. He has too much time on his hands, evidently.

Now, I know why I like to brawl so much. :)

From the accounts of Britain made by the classical authors, we know that by the fourth century AD, the predominant people in northern Scotland were referred to as “Picts”.

Throughout history, these Picts have been shadowy, enigmatic figures. From the outset, they were regarded as savage warriors and by the time the Norsemen were compiling their sagas, and histories, the memory of the Picts had degenerated into a semi-mythical race of fairies.

Theories abound, although these days it is generally accepted that the Picts were not, as once believed, a new race, but were simply the descendants of the indigenous Iron Age people of northern Scotland.

The cloud of uncertainty that surrounds the Picts is simply because they left no written records. Because of this we have no clear insight into how they lived, their beliefs or society. All we know of them is second-hand anecdotal evidence, lifted from the various historical writers who recorded their own, possibly biased, impressions of the Pictish people.

The earliest surviving mention of the Picts dates from 297AD.

In a poem praising the Roman emperor Constantius Chlorus, the orator Eumenius wrote that the Britons were already accustomed to the semi-naked ‘Picti and Hiberni (Irish) as their enemies’.

From Emenius’ statement we can see that the Picts were already a major thorn in the side of the Roman Empire. And they continued to be a problem for their neighbours – continually harassing their neighbours for centuries after the Roman legions abandoned Britain. But who were they?

The term “Picti” was more than likely a Roman nickname used to describe the people north of Hadrian’s Wall. In much the same way as the term “European” is used today to describe people from a number of countries, Pict was a blanket term applied to an agglomeration of different people in the northern Scotland, probably with different cultures and, if the Life of St Columba is to believed, language.