My name is Ferdinand, or Ferdinand the fantastic feline, or Ferdinand that flipping cat, depending on which side of the fence you sit. This side of the divide, I'm purrfection on paws – an accurate description. That side, I'm *#*@*"! I sit on many fences and have many stories to tell...!
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Dream on Ferdinand ginger cat
Ferdinand ginger cat is sleeping, his dreams are filled with tales of daring do upon the high seas and Ferdinand ginger cat, captain of his ship, has single handedly saved the day.
Horatia: her velvet body black as coal and eyes of deepest amber, calls to him. He has saved her from a terrible fate, she is grateful, and Horatia wants to show Ferdinand how very grateful she is
Horatia. Her eyes meet Ferdinand's and hold his gaze then slowly she lowers her eyes to the deck turns her head to one side and glances up, a sideways look through her lashes.
"FERDINAND."
She turns and saunters slowly away from him then stops and turns looking back at him over her shoulder.
"Ferdinand," she whispers.
Ferdinand, tail held high, walks over to her and they rub noses. Pink nose caressing velvet black nose.
"Ferdinand."
"Horatia."
"Ferdinand. "
"Horatia."
"I love you," her whispers barely audible above the buffeting of the ship.
"Ferdinand." she cries
"Ferdinand?"
"Ferdinand!"
"Where have you been?"
"Horatia, what?"And Horatia begins to fade from his strong ginger limbs, and the more he tries to hold onto her the smaller she becomes.
The buffeting continues though, if anything harder and harsher than before.
"Where have you been?!"
And Ferdinand is thrust rudely back in his box and wrenched away from the warm embrace of Horatia and Dolly said when she'd finished jumping all over his box.
"Anyway, I've been keeping your blog going!"
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