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A Ride Through the Snow

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)


I titled this page 'A Ride Through the Snow', but you're welcome to use a title of your own. If you decide to accept the challenge, you might want to ask yourself some questions, like: Where is this little guy going? Who is he? Is he going sledding, or is he after a Christmas tree?

Maybe you'll want to use the voice of the cat. Or maybe you'll want to write about some of your own experiences pulling a sled. Fiction or fact, we look forward to your entry.


LaraOct7. (LaraOct7@aol.com)











 

A Ride in the Snow

By susi Taylor (Texaswishr@aol.com)


Well, my cat wouldn't be caught dead
Riding on the back of any old sled,


I remember my first ride on a sled
On the first sled that I ever had
Then my dad ran over it with the car
And killed that sled dead


I never liked the cold or the snow
And riding on a sled was just so-so
No big thrill, not a lot of fun, for me at least
Would rather stay home and cook a feast.


I'll leave all the sledding to the kids to do
Down the street or down the hills just a bunch of poo
I know, I know, you think I'm silly, but.....
I'd rather stay by the fire and snuggle with Billy










 

A Ride in the Snow

By Sharon (ByGolly25@aol.com)


He took his cat for a ride
So down the snowy hill they could slide
The cat saw a dog
Ran to hide behind a log
For This he just could not abide










 

My Friend Sam

By Joy (JOY3032@aol.com)


Mom says it's much to cold to play
Outside in the driving snow
But Sam and I are very tough
Can't stay inside all day, you know?


Sam doesn't look too interested
As he steps into the yard
He steps and shakes and steps and shakes
The walking is too hard


Well, Sam, you have to stay with me
Or mom will think she's right
She'll say it's much to cold to play
Staying in all day's a fright


I spy the old Flexible Flyer
Leaning up against the shed
The thing is faded with rusty runners
So over there I tread


Sam is watching where I go
He doesn't want me to leave
I take the sled from against the shed
And give it a great big heave


Sam is startled and starts to run
But I gather him tight to my chest
I drag the sled into the snow
This is going to be the best


He settles down and looks around
Now what the heck is this
He arches his back and looks annoyed
And even gives a great big "hiss"


I talk to him as I always do
And he settles down on the board
He fidgets and moves around the sled
As I holler "All aboard!"


I think that Sam starts to run away
And maybe our fun is through
But he just sits up straight and turns around
To catch the rear end view.










 

A Ride Through the Snow

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)


Father went after a Christmas tree
And didn't take me.
Father has been gone a very long time,
He should have taken me.


Mother stands by the window
And looks out across the fields,
Father has been gone a very long time,
He should have taken me.


Mother is worried, I can tell,
It will be dark soon and who will milk the cow?
Father has been gone a very long time,
He should have taken me.


Mother doesn't see me put my coat on,
She doesn't see me get my sled out of the barn.
Father has been gone a very long time,
He should have taken me.


I'm barely out of the barn
when Kit-Kat hops up on my sled.
Father has been gone a very long time,
He should have taken me.


Kit-Kat and I cross the field and head for the woods,
Because that's where Father went.
Father has been gone a very long time,
He should have taken me.


Now I can't see very good because the sky is white,
But way out there, I think I see someone coming toward me.
Father has been gone a very long time,
He should have taken me.


I don't know it's Father until he's just a few feet away,
I run and hug him; he's dragging a Christmas tree.
Father was gone a very long time,
I can tell he's glad to see me.


We load the tree onto the sled and set out for home,
And Kit-Kat gets a ride in my arms.
Father was gone for a very long time,
I wish he had taken me.










 

The Mind of a Cat

By Connie (CSThomas@aol.com)


Even though I'm only a cat, why does he think I wanted to go with him to cut down a tree. Now I'll have to walk all the way back home while the tree gets to ride! I didn't want to come in the first place. After all, I was snoozing in front of the fire place.

He will look and look and then pick the ugliest tree. Guys don't know what is pretty and well shaped anyway. Well..... hope he puts a lot of shiny balls on the tree so I can knock 'em off with my paws. Don't they know cats love doing those things !!!












 

A Ride Through the Snow

By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)


It was a cold December day when Tommy set out with Miss Kitty on his sled.
It was time for her annual vaccines, which the cat might possibly dread.


The old country Vet lived just down the road, not very far.
So, Tommy pulled her through the snow instead of Momma or Papa driving her in the car.


Tommy loved the farm cat, and the Vet would be gentle and kind.
He was a good old vet, not many like him would you find.


Tommy liked to go the Vet's office and see all the animals there.
There was a big aquarium at which he would stare.


Miss Kitty would get a treat and meow quite loud for all to hear,
But Tommy knew she had nothing to fear.


Soon they would be back home, and Miss Kitty would curl up by the fire.
Catching mice today was not to be her desire.










 

A Ride Through the Snow

By Mike (Ibromantic2@aol.com)


THE INNOCENCE AND BEAUTY OF A NEW FALLEN SNOW
GIVE LUSTER AND BEAUTY TO OBJECTS BELOW
THE WHITE GENTLE SNOW FLAKE DRIFTING THROUGH AIR
FALLING TO EARTH AND GATHERING THERE


SLEDS WILL BE WAITING FOR FUN IN THE SNOW
THE CHIDREN ARE ANXIOUS AND READY TO GO
BUNDLE UP WARM MOM SAYS TO HER CHILD
AND GRAB YOUR MITTENS LETS GO OUT FOR A WHILE


LETS BUILD A SNOWMAN SAYS JOHNNY TO JANE
WE WILL DRESS HIM ALL UP AND GIVE HIM A NAME
A NAME THAT WILL BE FITTING OF A MAN MADE OF SNOW
LIKE FROSTY OR SNOW BALL THAT ONLY WE KNOW


DAD WONT BE NEEDING HIS OLD FRUMPY HAT
AND OUR SNOW MAN WOULD LOOK COOL IN A HAT LIKE THAT
AND THAT SCARF MOM GOT FOR GRANDMA THIS YEAR
WILL LOOK REAL GOOD RAPPED AROUND HIS EARS


IF WE USE MY SLED IT WOULD BE REAL NEAT
WE CAN PULL HIM AROUND FOR ALL TO MEET
AND BRING A SMILE TO ALL THE PEOPLE WE KNOW
HE COULD WAVE TO ALL OUR MAN MADE OF SNOW










 

A Ride Through the Snow with Joe's Cat

By Cara (Cara617@aol.com)


"Meow," said the cat
as he lazily sat
on Joe's sled
that was gliding along
in the snow.


"It's too far to walk
and I'd rather
rest here and think
about the dish of milk
that I had not long ago."


"I'm so lucky, you see,
to be riding in ease
as we go to and fro
on this great little sled
that is pulled by master Joe."


cara617
Meow










 

A Ride Through the Snow

By Amy (Fabulousfilly@aol.com)


oh oh oh look outside
time to get the sled and glide glide glide
time for kittens
and wooly mittens


so off to the top of the hill
up we go me and jill
to the top look out below
here s the sled now hop on let's go


whee and wow
look at me now
holy cow
i flew down somehow


at the bottom i look back to the top
can i have the stamina, or should i flop
the snow is now coming down
landing on streets all through our town


one more ride lets give it all we got
then trudge home for cocoa believe it or not
marshmallows too all gooey goo goo
i will share them both with you


so now im home all snug and warm
just like a new born on the day it is born
sippin from a cup, my kitty meows
i look down and see snowflakes on its brow


i take a rag and wipe kitty down
looking at her erases my frown
pouring the kitty some milk in her bowl
i peek outside and it is snowing and cold


i sit by the fire, kitty on lap
contemplating taking a nap
bye bye good night
you all sleep tight










 

A Ride Through the Snow

By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)


Does he know what I see when it snows?
Little mice and birds hiding in shadows.
But for now I won't get greedy.
Don't want him to think I'm needy.


I'm rather enjoying the ride.
As over the snow we slip and slide.
He's all bundled up for the cold.
They can't grow fur or so I'm told.


I'll stay right here and not jump in.
I did that once and it was colder than sin.
And BOY! was it wet when it started to thaw.
Took me an hour to dry my paw.


I saw the dog as it ran ahead.
So much romping, I'm ready for bed.
Silly dog is soaked to the bone,
And he resembles an ice cream cone.


We cats are known for our dignity.
Jumping in snow would be unseemly.
I'll just sit here and watch everything.
Of all I survey, I know I'm King.










 

A Surprise for Emmy Lou

By Pat (Patagain71733@aol.com)


Please please let mom say it is ok to keep her. If she tells dad its alright he might let us have her.. he is always complaining about how much it cost to feed us.. I don't care dear Jesus myself but this kitty may make Emmy Lou smile again. It has been so long since Emmy really smiled. She tried to just so I would not know...I could tell though she was hurting. She is always in pain. She said its just her belly ache.. She has that belly ache always and her stomach done got so big it looks like she ate a big ball.. I know something bad is wrong. Mama is sad all the time and I see her crying when she came out of Emmy's room.. Daddy he just seems mad at everyone .I heard him yelling if the doctors can charge so much why can't they make Emmy better..

God, please let Emmy be ok. I promise I will be good and always let her be the boss. I'm so sorry I told her she was a bossy freak. She just was trying to help me with my homework. I promise God I will always do my homework just don't let Emmy die..I will be so good . God I think you want Emmy to smile . I think it is why you let me find this kitty for her. It was just laying there in the snow like it was waiting on me. When I picked her up she sat right down on my sled like she wanted to come home. God I think Emmy will smile, I cant wait to get home.









 

A Ride Through the Snow

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)


Going sleigh riding,
going up on the big hill,
going to fly down it,
fast as I can.


Kitty likes to ride,
likes to go with me,
maybe for Christmas
a dog Santa will bring me.


Snow is a falling,
the cat rides along,
crazy old cat,
thinks he is a dog.


Wonder what he will do,
when I fly down the hill,
wonder if he will jump off
or say “whee” with me?


Snow a falling,
Christmas time is nigh,
going sleigh riding,
Momma making cookies at home.










 

I Don't Do Snow

By Diana Mercedes Howell(Writerworks@live.com)


If I must go out
I find a good spot
On top of the
Four-wheeled creature.


When the humans return
I find it's quite warm
It's all about me
That's my nature.


Walk in the snow?
LOL
I am God's gift
I require a lift
A sled or a sleigh
Will do fine.


Romp in the snow?
Like some dogs I know?
Heaven's to Betsy,
How canine!


No, I don't do snow
I sit on a window sill
Warmed by the sun
And wait for the dinner bell
Feline sublime.










 

A Boy's Cat Tale

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)


I was feeling so warm and happy here in the kitchen with Mama. She’s making Christmas cookies, and she always lets me cut. The radio is playing jingle bells and she just pulled out a pan from the black round oven to decorate. She hums as she works while I sit at the red checkered oil cloth covered table. I like that. Things can change in a hurry I’ve found.

We heard a scratching and wailing at the back door. I jumped down and opened the door. It was Grandma’s cat, Prissy, frozen cold. Her paws must have been hurting. Like everything Grandma lived about a mile down the road, and Prissy got all the way to our house on the bend. “Oh, no! Grandma’s going to be frantic about Prissy. She might even get out and try to hunt her.” Mama was saying all this while she was pulling my coat and wool hat on, then my gloves and said “You’re a big boy now, and it’s up to you to get to get Prissy back to Grandma. She’s old and sick and has no business in the snow. I’ll save you a whole plate of cookies if you’ll do this for her.”

And I tried to get Prissy to come with me, but she wouldn’t come out of the house. She’s a big cat for a little kid like me to carry! Then I got the bright idea to put her on the little red sleigh I got last Christmas, and I did. She wanted to go home, I think, but just didn’t want her paws in the snow again, because she purred on the sleigh and sat up straight so I could pull her. In these times, it’s kind of swell to pull a cat in the snow. I can sleigh back fast, I think. So I pulled Prissy feeling much like a stuffed animal myself with all my warm clothes on. I sang along the way - Jingle Bells again. I am a big boy, now, and Mama thinks I can do something important.

As we got near Grandma’s house I noticed a round sort of hill just past her yard at the edge of her street. I went up to it slowly like Prissy would stalk a mouse. Then I saw some breath coming up and realized it was Grandma, fallen in the snow. She was still and I shook her. Then she raised her eyes and looked at me and cried tears of happiness.

Now I suppose that Prissy had found her and came romping to us to get help. I like to believe that. I went to her neighbor’s house and the couple came to help Grandma into the house. They called Mama and the paramedics, and Grandma’s going to be as good as new. Now you can talk about watch dogs and I love my new puppy, but as soon as Mama got home, Prissy, the watch cat got all the cheese and milk and fishy cat food and love that any cat could endure. Now she’s purring again and licking her paws. When Grandma gets home, I’ll give her a ride back to her house where she’ll get more love for the rest of her life. Maybe Grandma can make cookies by then. I’m proud of myself.









 

A Ride Through the Snow

By Lilly (Lilprincessitali@aol.com)


Snow came down softly then heavily
A couple days total six inches depth
I put the dog out the glass door way
She played, jumping up and down in fun
Stayed out, then my cat came to me
He looked out then me-meow to go out
Opened the door out he went, one step
Then looked at me with his paw on door
Want back inside and shook himself dry
Went to lay down by the Christmas tree















         

 

 






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