Right, I've got myself a fursona!
15 years ago
And it's a black cat in a flowered hat!
The hat is optional, and so is the cat.
Though the flower is always quite nice,
it needn't be there while I chase mice.
Actually, me being half lutist and half guitarist,
having retractable nails gives my life a new gist.
No more shall I have to grow and cut off my nails
to switch between the two. So now I hoist my sails,
write my tales and ready the gales! Sea's waiting.
Oh, but I shan't like the water now; no swimming?
Bah, I'll be on a ship, singing an ancient ode,
for those people who play games in easy mode.
Well, I guess that that's that, I've been drawn as a cat thrice and it's time to accept it, for a cat in my position being a cat is the best thing!
My dream is to be able to play the guitar and lute whenever I please, but that's something for my dreams, as guitars need nails and lutes need flesh (the strings and frets are made of gut for Pete's sake!).
So here, we are, a catty me!
shade99 Who first quipped the idea and made it a lovely reality with tomatoes: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4235561
swiftcutter Who went above and beyond today and made me two super dooper sketches that have made my mind up: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4460280 and http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4460392/
Since my hat is quite important, it can be put on anything and it immediately becomes me (creepy thought, isn't it, but if one were to draw that cat alone, I'll be quite happy, the next thing here is fine too.), I think I better also give someone else a mention, this time it's me as a fox (with a clever colour scheme that matches the flower!) a big hand to
zerda-fox, who made me this: http://zerda-fox.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2wuhuo (I guess being a fox is good on those chicken catching nights, though I'm sure cats cope fairly well in hunts.).
The hat is optional, and so is the cat.
Though the flower is always quite nice,
it needn't be there while I chase mice.
Actually, me being half lutist and half guitarist,
having retractable nails gives my life a new gist.
No more shall I have to grow and cut off my nails
to switch between the two. So now I hoist my sails,
write my tales and ready the gales! Sea's waiting.
Oh, but I shan't like the water now; no swimming?
Bah, I'll be on a ship, singing an ancient ode,
for those people who play games in easy mode.
Well, I guess that that's that, I've been drawn as a cat thrice and it's time to accept it, for a cat in my position being a cat is the best thing!
My dream is to be able to play the guitar and lute whenever I please, but that's something for my dreams, as guitars need nails and lutes need flesh (the strings and frets are made of gut for Pete's sake!).
So here, we are, a catty me!


Since my hat is quite important, it can be put on anything and it immediately becomes me (creepy thought, isn't it, but if one were to draw that cat alone, I'll be quite happy, the next thing here is fine too.), I think I better also give someone else a mention, this time it's me as a fox (with a clever colour scheme that matches the flower!) a big hand to

congratulations *pets*
Ack, actually getting things like this as gifts gives me the shivers! Much too thrilling a feeling.
You're free to let anyone try the hat on. Now, the hat only works on one being at a time, as soon as the host (the hat doesn't like calling its wearers that) dies it gets teleported into a rather secluded place were people who find it will want to put it on! Lat time it was in the most expensive hat shop in Paris, since it wasn't registered, the cat got it for free.
The hat! We destroy it and this is all over! Charge!!!
MUAHAHAHAHA.
Eradication is the only answer in stopping this curse, this... disease... once and for all!!
Soon you'll be meowing during your performances. Just you wait!
I hope not, performers are supposed to stay quiet as people come to listen to their playing and not their talking, I actually like it when performers talk. D:
There was one very funny thing that happened in Italy, a person in the audience had his cellphone on and it rang with a tune, during the break mind you, the musician pulled a clever quip (that you'd only get if it was written in Italian, a pun!), but the thing that the cell rang just happened to be the melody to the piece they played afterwards.
This fellow you encountered seems more of the opposite. That can't have been a coincidence.
The proper way to adress a cat is... umm. lesse sir+cat can equal... sat, cir, sit, sat... okay, cat will do!
Oh no! Weird ideas D:
I shan't even try and look into your thoughts... they might destroy me!
Nah, I think I like the idea of being a cat! No more nail worries for the lute or guitar.
Thanks! :D
Now I' a fully certified fur, and see, my poetry is much worse than yours! I barely have any concept of metre.
Oh good, now I just have to learn what in the world a metre is in poetry.
Does this mean I need to make a new papercraft to put the hat on a cat? :P (In truth, I needed to make a cat template, since I have a few cat-persons who I need to paperify... ;3).
And so I take it that Swift enjoyed your symphony? :D
I don't think anyone asked for these though!
I have no idea, I hope so!
Thank-you, I love my new avi too, I heard that Swift (well, he told me XP) will draw me one thing with the pure purpose of being an avatar. *glee*
:D :D :D
How do I feel, well... there's this insatiable sensation of having to lick myself clean and the warm fuzzy feeling of looking so darn adorable! More from life, not really! I could die tomorrow and be quite happy.
Oh, there's no time limit on what to say! I'm glad you took your time to comment! :)
I saw it! <3 =3 :3 B3 83!
Adorned by a flowered hat.
He lifts his lute up gingerly
And plays a pretty melody:
A song, a dance; a little glance,
An offering; a fleeting chance
To let the music be your guide
Into this cat's mischievous mind
Where notes and measures circle 'round,
And not a sour pitch is found.
Pages of forgotten songs
For you to hear, and sing along.
He tells you stories, sagas, poems,
Brilliant tales of mirth and woe.
But, alas, the tales, being spun,
The bard must go, his songs now sung.
He tips his hat, his smile polite
As he disappears into the night.
So excited were the furry troves
That not one thought to speak in prose! ^^
Heh, it reads so naturally! The first word is a little weird, but that can be easily replaced (alas is a little sad to read! Alas, poor Yorik, I knew him well, a fellow of infinite jest!) I should start trying to learn how to write poetry, I hear that it's great once you can. Actually, I can read that it is here!
The poem was just for fun, but I'm very glad that you enjoyed it ^^. I was kind of iffy on posting it, since I was writing it after being awake for approximately 26 hours...^^;;.
Unfortunately, my poetry is just as bohemian as my music. "Life before the acadamie", I suppose; a very good description of creations made before you know any of the proper theory =D.
Though it is more suited for hidden underground things.
Ich, I'll send it now (I hope that you're able to play the guitar directly from sheet music now, I don't know if I have the charts for tabs-to notes any-more! Oh, wait I sent them to other people, so I probably do!)