Cats and Tigers

As any perceptive eye can plainly see, there are many similarities and differences between cats and tigers. Let's start off with some common ground. Both of them love to hunt and catch fish, which is common in felines small or large. Cats and tigers also have the same favorite resting spots. After a hefty meal of meat or fish, they both like to take siestas on top of high places. Besides that, they are great at hiding, climbing, jumping, sneaking, and stalking.

But, before you fly to Africa to exchange Kitty for a tiger, you might want to hear this. You need to know that these two are NOT alike in a ton of ways. One thing that is very different is their sizes. You will never be able to tolerate a five foot long, tiger laying on your bed, unless you sleep on the floor. Oh, and please buy a swimming pool, or a lake, or a beach house, for a tiger loves swimming! Yes, Kitty only liked the water in her dish, but your new tiger friend loves water so much, its feet are webbed. (Although I don't think you want to check up on this. They are rather fussy about their paws.) Another difference is food proportions. Unless you want to drop your bank account on pounds of gazelle meat , I suggest you send your tiger back to Africa ASAP.

My No-labor Labor day!

My morning started out with a jar of fish. The fish came from the Middle Tyger River which flows behind my yard. Armed only with some string ,a long stick, a canning jar, and my sister's bug net, I headed through the woods and to the river. The mosquitoes hadn't been awakened yet, so I had an hour or so till the nasty things awoke so I knew I would have to hurry unless I would like to be eaten alive. I attached the string to the stick, and the string to the net's handle. I waited until I could reach the "fish". Specks really. I finally saw one worthy enough to catch and plopped it into my jar. After a while, I added four more to my catch. I happily head to the house with my new pets.
"Are you sure they aren't tadpoles?" Dad asked after observing them for a few seconds. "Tadpoles are bigger. And they don't have fins. What do you want for breakfast?" she said busily searching in the kitchen closet.
"Muffins!" I exclaimed showing mom some muffin mix. "Could we have a picnic by the river?"I asked showing Livia the fish .
After mom agreed, Livia and I played marbles upstairs. She loves small things and marbles are especially attractive. Maybe it's because of the variate of colors. Maybe it's the smoothness! All I know is she loves marbles.We played the old-school method, The ones you hit are the ones you keep. Livia hates to throw the shooter hard , so in the process she loses because she barely touches any at all. I was doing beautifully when my friend Skyler came over. Livia is good to leave me alone when friends are here , so I had Skyler to myself. Mom called Skyler and me down for breakfast, when I remembered we were going to have a picnic. Skyler liked the idea, so Livia, Skyler and I trooped outside. After we ate, (A Pina Colada shake, blueberry muffins) we explored for a bit outside until the mosquitoes drove us over to Skyler's house. Wii gets boring, if you play all the easy levels, so we went back to my house where we set up a Playmobil village. We used lime green poster board for grass, brown construction paper for mud and my own hand-painted pictures for scenery!
By then , we had to go eat and Skyler had to go home. Dad took me to Frankies fun park and did a few laps on the go karts. Livia and dad shared a car, but I drove alone. Luckily for me, I had driven before so I was able to withstand (and beat!) dad's fancy driving. As for Livia, to put it in Dad's words "The faster I went the happier she was!" I wish Labor day rolled around more often don't you?