Cat in a Box

My Cat in a Box

A story I've loved since I was very young is about a cat in a box, but what I loved about it was the perspective that I loved to ponder. It was so much like my dreams and the journey is amazing! But I am missing some pages at the beginning so it's not really the beginning... some day I will find this book again.

I'll try to share some pictures too... because the pictures are so wonderful!

Here we go...

There is a striped chair in a room with two windows. The room with two windows is in a house with a brick chimney. The house with a brick chimney is on a street with five trees. The street with five trees is in a city. The city is in a state. The state is in a country. The country is in the world. Where in the world is my little gray cat? The world is so big. How will we find her?

In the world is a country. In that country is a state. In that state is a city. In that city there is a street with five trees. On that street with five trees there is a house with a brick chimney. In that house with a brick chimney there is a room with two windows. In that room with two windows there is a striped chair. On that striped chair there is a square box. Lets open the box. Here is my little gray cat!

Little gray cat inside a square box. Square box on top a striped chair. Striped chair in a room with two windows. Room with two windows in a house with a tall brick chimney. House with a tall brick chimney on a street with five trees. Street in the city. City in the state. State in a country.. ooops missing pages

In that country there is a state. In that state there is a city. In that city there is a street. On that street there is a house. In that house there is a room. In that room there is a chair. On that chair there is a box. Now see? In side the box is my little gray cat.

Little gray cat inside a square box. Square box on top of a big striped chair. Chair in the room. Room in the house. House on the street. Street in the city. City in the state. State in the country. Country in the world. Oh, where in the world is my little gray cat?

In the world a country. In the country a state. In the state a city. In the city a street. On the street a house. In the house a room. In the room a chair. On the chair a box and inside that box is my little gray cat.

Now stay there and go to sleep!

Wondering about Ladybugs

Since I was very young I was always fascinated with ladybugs. I even had this giant stuffed lady bug I remember laying on and as I got older it seemed to get smaller and smaller.

I remember catcching them and saying this poem:

"Ladybug, Ladybug, fly away home....your house is on fire, and your children will burn. Except little Nan, who sits in a pan, weaving gold laces as fast as she can!"

Undoubtedly, you're familiar with this well-known children's rhyme, but do you know how it originated? In Medieval England, the farmers would set torches to the old Hop vines after the harvest, to clear the fields for the next planting. The poem was a warning to the aphid-eating Ladybugs, still crawling on the vines in search of aphids. The Ladybugs' children (larvae) could get away from the flames, but the immobile pupae (Nan) remained fastened to the plants (laces) and couldn't escape. Kinda morbid, huh?

More info go to http://www.celticbug.com/Legends/Lore.html