"Reck" The Christmas Tree

Written by Savvy, Age 7

Hi, my name is Lion.  It's around Christmas time so I'm gonna tell you of how I 'reck' the Christmas tree every year.  The first thing I do is I 'noc' down the things around the tree.  Next, I climb up the tree and finally, I break the 'speshall' ornaments.  Whatever that is. 

Big Shout-Out to cats! I like breaking Christmas Trees, do you cats?  If you don't, you're 'lasy'.  "Ha ha ha, nan nan nan a fou fou", I'm better!

And this is my speshall song:

"Mess the Halls When Trees Are Falling
Fa La La La Laa, La La La Lah..."

Parkour Master

Written by Jacob, Age 10

There are many secrets I have, but my biggest is that I am a parkour master.  Normally I’m just a “normal” cat, doing cat stuff, but when the time is right I use my secret super power.  I slowly creep down the hall, and then, I pounce.  I jump the hallway walls one to the other, then I scale the curtains with lightning speed.  I leap off the curtains onto the couch and I repeat this action three to four times more until I take a well-deserved nap on my favorite chair. 

When it comes to parkour I can’t be beat.

When I need a break from Parkour, I hang in my curtain hammock.

There Are Kids Here Too

Written by Savvy, Age 7

Hi, my name is Lion. Guess what? There are kids here too. The first kid is a boy and he plays on an ipad, whatever that is, and he reads books at dark time.  The second kid is a girl and she all ways steals my spot when I snuggle. Seriously?!? and she sits on a red thing and I like to nuzzel her.  I also like to peek on her book too and put my butt in her face, and also knock her lantern off the ‘dark’stand.  And, I play with their pencils when they are doing their homework.

Helping the first kid with his homework 

Savvy’s first blog entry 

The Life of Lion

Someone once told me cats can't have blogs.  Well, you know what I think about that?  One big hairball!  My owner has let her blog lie dormant for years.  She says she is "busy", but that's bonkers.  I see her watching TV and folding clothes.  I think she does this all the time, and I should know because she's constantly kicking me out of the laundry basket.   Something about me being "in the way", whatever that means.  And, don't even get me started on how much she sleeps at night.  I mean, what is the deal with these people sleeping when it's dark?  That is the BEST time to be awake.  It is so quiet that when you knock something off the nightstand it makes the BIGGEST noise.  I love it!  Oh, how my human jumps!  I really love to sit on her headboard when she's sleeping and stare at her - all the time.  When I sense she is stirring, I'll leap onto the bed.  She always covers her face when I do this because she thinks I'm going to jump on it.  Just because I did that one time.  Sometimes I don't jump, and instead I just stare down at her intently until she is fully awake and stares back up at me with just a slight amount of fear in her eyes.  Oh, the power I feel being able to look down on her for a change.

But, how rude of me, I've gotten quite side-tracked.  Let me introduce myself.   My name is Lion.  I am a cat.  And I am taking over this blog.