Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Cats Prefer Blondes Chapter 1 Opening Lines

I am a tabby cat, rather thin, well what do you expect living on the streets of Jerusalem?  I am fairly young, and I love Blondes!  Oh, I see one, maybe she will pet me?  No.  I guess she doesn't like cats.  That's too bad really, because I am a very nice cat.  I don't bite or scratch, even when I really want to get pet.  I live near a few trash dumpsters, on Kehati Street.  There are a lot of kids here, but most try to shoo me away.  What do they have against cats?  Maybe the kid in the blue shirt got scratched by the ornery Orange that defends number 13's trash.  I don't know.  One thing that I do know, I wouldn't be able to live anywhere else! You see I am blind in one eye, and here in the city there are pretty good pickings, but in the country all the cats have to do is to chase rats and mice.  Not, I'm in favor of a good rat chase, and I enjoy it and all, but I don't think I would be able to survive out there.  Here the mice are pretty fat from all the yogurt that people throw away, so it is pretty easy to catch them, but in the Jerusalem forest, I think that they would be much faster.

Oh, there's the blond that likes to pet me!  "Meow, Meow" good she is sitting down on this bench.  Pet me pet, me.  See, I don't use my claws.  I'm a good cat.

I used to live in an apartment, but my owner left.  See, she had to.  It was a nice ground floor apartment, and I could go in and out any time I wanted.  She had good cat food too.  That's the best.  I like liver flavor.  But one day, she left the sprinklers on in the garden and went out to work.  She works in Kiryat Sefer, that's a village about an hour's drive from here.  I heard her talking on the phone so that's why I know so much English, as well as Cat.  So, anyway, she left the water going and forgot to turn it off, and the ground level is right above the storage rooms, and well, not only did her storage room get flooded, but a number of other peoples.   So all the neighbors in the building were mad at her.  It got to a point that she had to move.  But she didn't take me.  . .  So now I roam the streets.  It's not a bad life, a bit cold in the winter, but I usually find a nice warm car to snuggle under, and as I said the food's not too bad.

This is draft one Chapter one of my new book "Cats Prefer Blondes"
I have decided to do the Blog style of writing and get your comments before I publish on Amazon.
Here are my other books for sale http://www.amazon.com/Rachael-Alice-Orbach/e/B00A21JOVI

Thanks for reading and there will be other installments as I get inspiration.
Rachael Alice Orbach
P.S. comments are welcome, try to be nice. ok?

Coco and The Glass Cat

 Today my owner brought home a glass cat. The glass cat is not such a nice cat.  She was brought to life by a magician and she is not soft, ...