09 5 / 2013

craftyjai:

Just a cheesey valentine I’ve made this year!

craftyjai:

Just a cheesey valentine I’ve made this year!

(Source: whambamgivemeflan)

16 12 / 2012

When their respective owners let Cream Dog and Black Dog out, they would play together for hours. All through the autumn months, they had been flirting gently. If Cream dropped her chew toy coquettishly, Black was there to pick it up for her. If Black ran into the road and did wild acrobatic jumps to impress her, Cream smiled and laughed, raising a paw to her mouth in admiration. When they fell asleep in the garden under the cool sun, sometimes Cream would dare to rest her head on his shoulder, and when their eyes met, sometimes Black would hold her gaze for a second or two before looking away.
"Watch this," growled Black playfully, as he darted into the street and attempted a backflip. Cream began to laugh, as usual, but the car came out of nowhere and suddenly she saw a crumpled mass of dark fur lying on the hard tarmac. She reached his side in seconds. Nudging him with her nose as he lay, unresponsive, she began to howl piteously. Black’s owner burst out of her house, gathered his limp body into her car, and drove away.
Black’s owner returned late that night, without her dog. Days passed, and Cream withdrew into herself, not knowing if the boy who would have been her mate was alive, and, if so, he would ever come back. She slept as much as she could to fill the time, the gnawing worry too much to bear, but her dreams were fitful and full of him.
Eighteen days after she had last seen him, she gave up hope, and began to let herself mourn. Her head in her paws, she lay on the front step of her house. The sounds of the neighbourhood went on, disregarding her pain. The gentle whirr of a bicycle’s wheels. A distant lawnmower. A car door opening and shutting. A joyous bark. Cream’s head lifted, as if electrocuted. She knew that bark, and she knew that blur of black fur headed from his owner’s car towards the fence of her garden. She ran towards him.

When their respective owners let Cream Dog and Black Dog out, they would play together for hours. All through the autumn months, they had been flirting gently. If Cream dropped her chew toy coquettishly, Black was there to pick it up for her. If Black ran into the road and did wild acrobatic jumps to impress her, Cream smiled and laughed, raising a paw to her mouth in admiration. When they fell asleep in the garden under the cool sun, sometimes Cream would dare to rest her head on his shoulder, and when their eyes met, sometimes Black would hold her gaze for a second or two before looking away.

"Watch this," growled Black playfully, as he darted into the street and attempted a backflip. Cream began to laugh, as usual, but the car came out of nowhere and suddenly she saw a crumpled mass of dark fur lying on the hard tarmac. She reached his side in seconds. Nudging him with her nose as he lay, unresponsive, she began to howl piteously. Black’s owner burst out of her house, gathered his limp body into her car, and drove away.

Black’s owner returned late that night, without her dog. Days passed, and Cream withdrew into herself, not knowing if the boy who would have been her mate was alive, and, if so, he would ever come back. She slept as much as she could to fill the time, the gnawing worry too much to bear, but her dreams were fitful and full of him.

Eighteen days after she had last seen him, she gave up hope, and began to let herself mourn. Her head in her paws, she lay on the front step of her house. The sounds of the neighbourhood went on, disregarding her pain. The gentle whirr of a bicycle’s wheels. A distant lawnmower. A car door opening and shutting. A joyous bark. Cream’s head lifted, as if electrocuted. She knew that bark, and she knew that blur of black fur headed from his owner’s car towards the fence of her garden. She ran towards him.

15 12 / 2012

"Hi, mum," said Black Puppy, nervously nudging White Puppy forwards. "I know what you said about dating puppies who aren’t the same colour as me. Other people don’t always understand, and I get how that can make it difficult. But, mum… please be on our side. This is White Puppy. She’s my girlfriend."
Black Puppy’s mother looked at the two young dogs in front of her, and watched as her son slid his dark paws around White Puppy’s shoulders and they gazed back at her, hopeful. She didn’t have anything against dogs who weren’t black, but she didn’t want her son’s life to be any more difficult than it had to be. She was afraid that other people would make it so if he was dating White Puppy.
Black Puppy saw his mum’s hesitation.
"I love her," he said, his bark almost a whisper.
Black Puppy’s mother’s mind was made up. She reached out and drew Black Puppy and White Puppy into a warm hug.

"Hi, mum," said Black Puppy, nervously nudging White Puppy forwards. "I know what you said about dating puppies who aren’t the same colour as me. Other people don’t always understand, and I get how that can make it difficult. But, mum… please be on our side. This is White Puppy. She’s my girlfriend."

Black Puppy’s mother looked at the two young dogs in front of her, and watched as her son slid his dark paws around White Puppy’s shoulders and they gazed back at her, hopeful. She didn’t have anything against dogs who weren’t black, but she didn’t want her son’s life to be any more difficult than it had to be. She was afraid that other people would make it so if he was dating White Puppy.

Black Puppy saw his mum’s hesitation.

"I love her," he said, his bark almost a whisper.

Black Puppy’s mother’s mind was made up. She reached out and drew Black Puppy and White Puppy into a warm hug.

14 12 / 2012

Black Kitten had been having a pretty bad day. First, the human he lived with had gone on holiday and the neighbour who was supposed to give him food had forgotten to do so. Then, during his morning exercises of climbing up walls and balancing on fences he lost his footing and fell, injuring one of his hind paws. Finally, a bird flying above him did a poo which landed on his tail, messing up his immaculately groomed fur.
Black Kitten went and found Gingery-Cream Kitten, as he always seemed to do recently when he got sad. Gingery-Cream Kitten listened to the story of his bad day, and told Black Kitten that he knew exactly where they should go.
Sitting in the peaceful, wide-open field he had been shown, Black Kitten looked around him, his delight in the world around him feeling as fresh as the sky above. His wandering eyes met those of Gingery-Cream Kitten. Bashful, Black Kitten thanked him for bringing him there. “Somehow, you knew that looking at this wide-open space would make my problems fade away… I don’t know, it’s like, kind of, you know me and my needs better than I know myself.”
Wordlessly, Gingery-Cream Kitten put his arm around Black Kitten and drew him close against his warm body. Did he know Black Kitten’s needs better than he knew them himself? It certainly was beginning to look that way.

Black Kitten had been having a pretty bad day. First, the human he lived with had gone on holiday and the neighbour who was supposed to give him food had forgotten to do so. Then, during his morning exercises of climbing up walls and balancing on fences he lost his footing and fell, injuring one of his hind paws. Finally, a bird flying above him did a poo which landed on his tail, messing up his immaculately groomed fur.

Black Kitten went and found Gingery-Cream Kitten, as he always seemed to do recently when he got sad. Gingery-Cream Kitten listened to the story of his bad day, and told Black Kitten that he knew exactly where they should go.

Sitting in the peaceful, wide-open field he had been shown, Black Kitten looked around him, his delight in the world around him feeling as fresh as the sky above. His wandering eyes met those of Gingery-Cream Kitten. Bashful, Black Kitten thanked him for bringing him there. “Somehow, you knew that looking at this wide-open space would make my problems fade away… I don’t know, it’s like, kind of, you know me and my needs better than I know myself.”

Wordlessly, Gingery-Cream Kitten put his arm around Black Kitten and drew him close against his warm body. Did he know Black Kitten’s needs better than he knew them himself? It certainly was beginning to look that way.

14 12 / 2012

Grey-Brown Bunny had been talking to Blonde Bunny all night at the party, and Grey-Brown Bunny had a great feeling about her. “Are you seeing anybody?” asked Grey-Brown Bunny, a little embarrassed but wanting to know. “She probably has girls falling at her feet all the time,” thought Grey-Brown Bunny, but Blonde Bunny smiled and simply said “no”, as she raised a carrot stick to her mouth. Grey-Brown Bunny’s heart skipped a beat.
A mutual friend took their paws and asked if they wanted to play Never Have I Ever. “Never Have I Ever… kissed somebody of the same sex!” somebody called out, and Grey-Brown Bunny sighed and took a drink from her water-bowl, rolling her eyes in a comradely way at Blonde Bunny, as if to say “well, obviously we have”. But Blonde Bunny didn’t take a drink, and Grey-Brown Bunny did a double-take. She had just assumed that Blonde Bunny was a lesbian; it seemed totally obvious to her from the way she had responded. Maybe she was wrong.
The night passed and soon the party guests collapsed into various burrows, too tired to make their way home. In the morning, Blonde Bunny approached Grey-Brown Bunny.
"Have you really kissed a girl before?" asked Blonde Bunny, her eyes wide and wondering. "Yes," replied Grey-Brown Bunny gently. "I’m a lesbian." Blonde Bunny blushed. She wasn’t from around here, and where she came from, such things weren’t so easily announced, not even to oneself. "Would you like to try it?" asked Grey-Brown Bunny in a moment of boldness. Blonde Bunny looked embarrassed, and nodded faintly.
Tilting her head to the side, Grey-Brown Bunny leaned towards Blonde Bunny and planted a tender, searching kiss on the other girl’s furry mouth.

Grey-Brown Bunny had been talking to Blonde Bunny all night at the party, and Grey-Brown Bunny had a great feeling about her. “Are you seeing anybody?” asked Grey-Brown Bunny, a little embarrassed but wanting to know. “She probably has girls falling at her feet all the time,” thought Grey-Brown Bunny, but Blonde Bunny smiled and simply said “no”, as she raised a carrot stick to her mouth. Grey-Brown Bunny’s heart skipped a beat.

A mutual friend took their paws and asked if they wanted to play Never Have I Ever. “Never Have I Ever… kissed somebody of the same sex!” somebody called out, and Grey-Brown Bunny sighed and took a drink from her water-bowl, rolling her eyes in a comradely way at Blonde Bunny, as if to say “well, obviously we have”. But Blonde Bunny didn’t take a drink, and Grey-Brown Bunny did a double-take. She had just assumed that Blonde Bunny was a lesbian; it seemed totally obvious to her from the way she had responded. Maybe she was wrong.

The night passed and soon the party guests collapsed into various burrows, too tired to make their way home. In the morning, Blonde Bunny approached Grey-Brown Bunny.

"Have you really kissed a girl before?" asked Blonde Bunny, her eyes wide and wondering. "Yes," replied Grey-Brown Bunny gently. "I’m a lesbian." Blonde Bunny blushed. She wasn’t from around here, and where she came from, such things weren’t so easily announced, not even to oneself. "Would you like to try it?" asked Grey-Brown Bunny in a moment of boldness. Blonde Bunny looked embarrassed, and nodded faintly.

Tilting her head to the side, Grey-Brown Bunny leaned towards Blonde Bunny and planted a tender, searching kiss on the other girl’s furry mouth.

14 12 / 2012

Brown Bunny and White Bunny are suspicious of you. White Bunny was having one of those days where he wasn’t feeling his best and he felt a little down about the way he looked, and you stepped in with a camera and began to shoot pictures of him. Brown Bunny moves in from the side, lollopping towards you purposefully.
"Is this guy bothering you, sweetie?" asks Brown Bunny. She turns to you defiantly, knowing White Bunny isn’t happy with the situation.
"Leave us alone, please," she says, in clipped tones. You apologise and leave them in peace.

Brown Bunny and White Bunny are suspicious of you. White Bunny was having one of those days where he wasn’t feeling his best and he felt a little down about the way he looked, and you stepped in with a camera and began to shoot pictures of him. Brown Bunny moves in from the side, lollopping towards you purposefully.

"Is this guy bothering you, sweetie?" asks Brown Bunny. She turns to you defiantly, knowing White Bunny isn’t happy with the situation.

"Leave us alone, please," she says, in clipped tones. You apologise and leave them in peace.

14 12 / 2012

Cream Puppy is teaching Brown Puppy how to kiss, but Brown Puppy is not a very good student.
Brown Puppy: So, is this right? I open my mouth as wide as possible and put it around your nose?
Cream Puppy: No, you crazy fool, you d- *muffled protestations*
Brown Puppy: OM NOM NOM

Cream Puppy is teaching Brown Puppy how to kiss, but Brown Puppy is not a very good student.

Brown Puppy: So, is this right? I open my mouth as wide as possible and put it around your nose?

Cream Puppy: No, you crazy fool, you d- *muffled protestations*

Brown Puppy: OM NOM NOM