A Southern Belle and Her 1/2 Ton Pick Up Truck
Happy Caturday. Well we went AWOL this past week cuz mommy had to hunker down and help me make a cool ride fur da Cardwood Derby at Cat Scouts. She got a 1 week reprieve last week, but didn’t figger dat was gunna happen again. She also got a little sick, so it was purretty slow goin’. Anyways, by da time we went MIA mommy had already destroyed 3 boxes and was tryin’ to find more. Mommy tried followin’ da written instructions, da picture instructions and da pics in her head. But she readily admits she isn’t da crafty kind. She is in awe of those dat are, but dat just isn’t her talent. Mommy be da artist part of da arts and crafts. She paints and draws and sings and plays instruments and writes of course; but give her craft paper, glue and scissors and she breaks out in hives. When she was yunger, like when dinosaurs walked da earth, she even messed up da linky circles kids made fur Christmas trees.
So after box 4 was all cut up and didn’t resemble anythin’ but a cut up box, she threw her hands in da air and sed, “Dezi my dear, there are just some things your mommy can’t do, and I’m afraid this is one of them. I’m sorry sweety.” And she sat down and started coughin’. (member she had gotten sick) Me jumped up in mommy’s lap and meowed and patted her face wiff meez paw. Me was tellin’ her dat she was meez mommy and there wasn’t anythin’ she kuldn’t do. And durin’ her coughin’ spell a light went off in her head and she decided to try to draw a car fur herself. So once she quit coughin’ she grabbed up her sketch book and pencils and started drawin’. Me laid on da arm of da chair watchin’ mommy make magic wiff a pencil and she looked over at me and sed, “Y Baby, you’re a little Southern Belle, you need a pick’em up truck.” Meez moniker at Cat Scouts is Dezi La Belle. Anyways, mommy took da pencil to da sketch pad once more and drew up a truck. Voila, Dezi’s Motors was born.
We had a few more boxes, but this was da last of them, so she had to get it right da furst time cuz we only had 1 really nice sized box dat me wuld fit in. And to enter da Derby, me must sit in meez vehicle. So once more da measurin’ tape came out and da liquid pencil marked da areas fur cuts. Me hopped on da cat tree to watch from a safe distance as mommy can be quite dangerous wiff cut cardboard pieces and and a box cutter. A cut here, a fold there and a piece of Duck tape later and meez pick up truck began to take shape. Me kuld see hers vision now and it was purretty cool. She was workin’ hard and fast and started sweatin’ up a storm. Mommy decided it was time fur a break and so me looked over da unfinished truck and headed to da back to take a nap wiff sis Lexi. It wasn’t long afur me heard da sound of cuttin’ on da cardboard and duck tape bein’ applied. Suddenly mommy appeared in da doorway of da bedroom and sed, “Come see your truck angel. We need to take your picture so we can get you entered.” Meez respawnse, A half opened eye and a yawn dat sed, yeah, not right now mommy.
After all dat work, mommy wasn’t takin’ no fur an answer. She came in and picked me up and carried me to meez awaitin’ 1/2 ton chariot. She put me in meez truck and inserted da last piece of box dat separated da cab from da bed. Well me wasn’t havin’ any of dat. Da largest cut me kuld see was da windshield, but there was actually a windshield there so me kuldn’t escape dat way. Mommy was tryin’ to hold on to me fur dear life and snap a foto wiff hers other hand, but dat wasn’t workin’ out so good fur her. Me saw an openin’ she was callin’ a window, and stuck meez head fru it. Let me tell ya’ ifin a cat can get there head and whiskers fru sumfin’ we are pawsitive we can fit our whole body fru. (dat is a fallacy) So me purrceded to try to exit out da window. One thing we cats don’t think ‘bout is dat our whiskers can be smooshed flat, our bodies…not so much. Head fru me pulled meez furst paw fru and…OMC…me got stuck. Mommy fru da camera down and tried pushin’ me back in da cab of meez truck to no avail. Me wasn’t goin’ back in there fur nuffin’. She was sure we was gunna have to use da jaws of life to get me out. Dat wuld mean no truck and no entry fur da derby. And well, mommy wasn’t havin’ dat. Me finally managed to get fru da window wiff da truck and meself still in tact. Scroll over da fotos below to see da captions.
Mommy picked up da camera and took out da cab insert and sat down. She looked at me wiff a tear in hers eye and sed, “Oh darlin’ I worked really hard to make you a truck, won’t you purrlease let me take your picture?” Me cocked meez head to one side, very doglike, and meowed, “Well, since you asked so nicely and you did put a lot of work into meez truck, me will let you take sum fotos.” And me jumped right in meez truck and started checkin’ it out. And yes, da flashy box was flash, flash, flashin’ away. We didn’t have anythin’ to wrap meez truck wiff and mommy didn’t have enuff acrylic paint to paint meez truck so it still looks like a brown box wiff duck tape, but hey, rednecks luv duck tape, it’s a miracle worker. But we didn’t have enuff duck tape to wrap up meez whole truck eever. Considerin’ this is totally not sumfin’ mommy be good at, me thinks she did a fine job. Meez gunna go muddin’ now, so hope you all have a pawsum weekend. And weez joinin’ Athena today fur da Caturday Art blog hop.
Have you or your humans ever made you sumfin’ from a cardboard box?
Till da next time……………………………………..Be Blest!!!
Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses
Dezi and Lexi
Posted on January 23, 2016, in Cat Scouts, Caturday Art, Just Fur Fun and tagged "Pick Up Truck", #CatScoutsCardwoodDerby, Cat Scouts, Caturday Art Blog Hop, Dezi. Bookmark the permalink. 50 Comments.