Misty's Memories: Pets

Monday, May 5, 2008

Pets

Romieo and Juliet

These little guys are my pride and Joy. I've had them since they were babys (yes littler than they are now) and dumped in the streets. The Brown one is Romieo and the White one is Juliet.

Baby Romieo

This is Romieo when I first got him. He was so tiny. How could anyone just throw away something so cute.

Baby Juliet

This is Juliet when I first got her. She was alittle bit bigger than Romieo. They were both white at first. But Juliet stayed white after her full coat grew in and Romieo turned brown.

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"Her eyes like fire dissolve the expanse between two souls, her heart ablaze in the heat of battle. Like the wind she strikes not to harm but to conquer, a force which demands respect from the very enemy she defeats - the untouchable heart of another world."

“Where I come from, a sheila like you isn’t allowed to just walk away after talking to a man like that – there are consequences, you know.”

"It's a lucky bloke that wakes up to the face of an angel.”

"And the untouchable heart is silenced. Not by sword or by dagger. But by the very sight of her, who has come to conquer. For she had waged the battle to end the war...the war that beats within the warrior's soul."

“I don’t know what you do to me, Misty, but it isn’t fair. I can’t win no matter how hard I try.”

“You don’t catch on very quick to the consequences factor, do you?”

“I need you, Misty.”

“Well, well, the little sheila broke the rules again, did she? Either she’s got more guts than a rat terrier, or she’s stupid…putting herself in the same room as a deadly criminal trained to torture people? Tsk…whatever possessed her?”

“I don’t hold people captive anymore, remember? Though if I did, would you run?”

“Ah, but asking isn’t near as much fun. Stolen kisses always taste better than the ones asked for.”

“One day I’m gonna figure out how you turn me upside down.”

“The eyes of the conqueror, so pure and true. They slice the heart in half, dividing the soul into the paths it must choose. For it is but a path the soul must take…a journey…wrought with battles and wars. But the eyes…they are ever watching, ever guiding, ever revealing the true nature of this conquering queen.”

“Let them think I kidnapped you then. I don’t care.”

“They told me kissing is the langue of Love, So would you like to indulge in a little conversation?”

"Rise and shine! It's butt kickin' time!”

“Hey, that’s no conversation! I wasn’t done talking yet."

Monday, May 5, 2008

Pets

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