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 Wednesday, October 22nd 2008
Just something my kids and I do each Halloween.
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Thursday, March 8th 2007
A Rascal Story #4: Nas Disappears!
By Marissa A Spencer
“The Catlactic Empire my eye! Another boring mission for the Starship Nano Star.” , thought Capt. Rascal. More >
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Monday, February 26th 2007
A children's story. More >
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 Friday, February 18th 2005
A Gift for Rascal
Or The Catlactic Empire Wants YOU!
“Sir, Sir!” A seemingly disembodied voice called to him from his dreams.
Rascal opened his yellow eyes one at a time, hoping it was not a real voice. Unfortunately, it was a real voice attached to a pair of large golden gimlet eyes. More >
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 Tuesday, December 14th 2004
Mistletoe the Merry Mouse:
The Special Visit
Mistletoe sat there cleaning her whiskers. They sparkled in the morning sunshine that filtered through the old house. She looks up and sees the dust motes dancing about her. A wondrous winter day begins again. It is time to start her daily tour of the house. It must be kept in order and everything in its proper place. Her long tail twitched and her round ears searched the air for sounds. All seemed quite the usual this morning.
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 Sunday, August 29th 2004
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 Wednesday, April 7th 2004
A Favorite for Rascal
By Marissa A Spencer
Rascal found himself licking his paws and wiping his face. His orange and white fur was silky smooth. Sure he was an enlightened being, but cleanliness you know, cats do pride themselves on that. The ship was very organic. The walls are semi-soft with moving flashing lights within. The colors range from soft orange to bright violet, with all the other colors in between There are even colors that were not on Earth. It is hard to tell where machinery ended and the living host began. More >
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 Saturday, April 3rd 2004
Rascal Goes for a Ride?
© April 3, 2004 By Marissa A Spencer
The cool evening air seemed like any other evening. The food was left for the cats and all our cats had come to eat, except one. My daughter and I were about to retire for the night. Every evening our large orange and white shorthair cat would come to the door and request entrance. Without fail, here he would be at the appointed hour. The appointed time came and went. My daughter comes to me concerned.
“Where is Rascal? Is he in the garage or something?”
“I don’t know. Have you looked for him?” I started to walk around the house.
We walked into the back yard and it was obviously deserted. We were calling his name the entire time we searched. We even walked down the street looking for him. An entire hour lapsed and no Rascal. Now, he is our favorite cat. He is a huge animal who loves lasagna and drinking out of your glass. I have always loved his greenish yellow eyes. He always seems to be saying, “I know a secret you don’t know.”
I always call him my best friend, guardian of my home and top mouser. He shuts his eyes halfway as to say, “You are privileged to know me and you are welcome.” I swear sometimes I feel as though he is not a cat at all, but some mysterious being hiding in a cat body to protect me. In a way, I feel he is like a guardian for my home.
Back to the search…we searched inside the house too, just in case he was hiding under the table or sleeping under a bed. It was hard to see the worried look on my daughter’s face. Sure, she was 17, but she loved that cat. She finally went to bed and only my younger son and I were up. The curtains in the back of the house were open and a bright flash caught my attention. I gazed out the back window along with my son and we saw it lit up like bright noonday. Actually it was brighter. It was more a bright, pure white light. The entire yard was illuminated with no shadows at all. The light was not moving in anyway. I thought it rather odd. There was no sound. I figured it was a search helicopter doing the rounds. I rushed to the front of the house and there was nothing. No helicopter, no sound (they are very loud). It was absolutely silent except for the distant roar of the freeway.
My daughter and son came out to see what I was up to. A few moments later, Rascal comes sauntering out of the back yard as if nothing had happened. I told the story of the light to my daughter and she scowled at me suspiciously, until my son piped up and supported the whole story with his version.
You tell me…what is up with that? Sometimes I wonder if he went for a ride. “Rascal, the UFO riding cat.” Now when I look at him in the eyes, he pretends to be just any cat. If I look at him long enough, I swear he’s smirking at me!
I don’t have an answer. I can’t figure out where he was. He is never late for dinner. More >
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