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Little Girl Lost
I was only a year and half when my parents got divorced. It was just my mom and me. I have a lot of memories of when I was little but most of those memories are through pictures and stories. I am not sure how old I was but I know that I was still in a crib because there wasn’t any room for another bed. Anyway I used to have a blanket that was light blue, and because I loved that blanket so much I took it everywhere. My mom and I had a female cat and she would climb into my crib and sleep with me. One day I noticed something was different. I woke and my blanket was bloody. I told mom to come here, and she did and she told me that the cat was having babies. She was having them on my bed on my blanket so she took the blanket out of my crib, and put them and the blanket on the bed so I would have room in my crib to sleep. She didn’t want me to touch them. Mom took them and the blanket and put them in the closet so I wouldn’t go near them because she told me that if I did the cat would kill her babies. So I left them alone. After the babies got big enough we gave them away.
By Crystal Greer9 years ago in Families
Adopted Struggle: What It's Like
How an adoptee handles being adopted differs from person to person depending on experience. I cannot speak for my older brother, but for me it has been an interesting journey with a lot of ups and some downs. Physically I resemble my mother, at least in my face. My body more resembles my adopted parents; which explains why it is easier for me to lose and maintain weight. My adopted mother is an organist and has never been athletic. My step-father is very intelligent and charismatic, again not much athleticism there either. However; I grew up playing all sports and was super active; baseball, basketball, soccer, and one season of football; I bruised my right Radius (forearm) during practice and could not play the rest of the season. Which at this point, I’m not too sure if my either birth parent played sports or were athletic; I do know however, that my birth father was in the military, so hopefully I received his genes.
By Nathan Stotts9 years ago in Families
I Was Supposed to Feel Empowered, Right?
Eric, 21—Nice smile and has a cute dog, totally right swipe material, oh he’s in. Jersey—left swipe. Josh, 20—EW he’s drunk in every one of his pictures... left swipe. Chris, 22—oh hello, handsome, right swipe. Oh this is awkward it wasn’t a match; maybe he just hasn’t found my profile yet? That’s what I’m going to choose to believe. Lance, 21—he seems okay enough...right swipe. DING DING DING! It’s a match! Okay his profile is boring and I have nothing witty to say about him so, I’m just going to go with a classic. A little while later, I realized maybe that was a mistake.
By Emily Spence9 years ago in Viva
Why Were Women So Accused of Being Witches in the Sixteenth and Seventeenth Centuries?. Top Story - September 2017.
Opening Early modern Europe was the epicentre of many social, religious and economic changes. Against the backdrop of the Reformation and the Peasant Wars in the early sixteenth century, the belief in witches was rampant throughout mainland Europe. Women were the main targets of the European witch hunts. Regarding the thoughts and belief system of ordinary people between the fifteenth and eighteenth century, there are a number of reasons why women were targeted as witches. Church Doctrine along with some popular writers of the time incorporated a large amount of misogyny into their ideas. These ideas, that spread quickly with the aid of the printing press would have influenced much of the European population to believe that women were liabilities and often accessories to evil proceedings.
By K.R Coughlan 9 years ago in Viva
The Girl and Her Pets
Shortly after we moved into our long awaited new home, my daughter started asking for a pet, so I thought we'd get a parakeet or two; it turns out, she didn't want birds or dogs; she wanted a kitten. I'd preferred dogs, but we began looking for kittens locally and at nearby Animal Shelters with no luck.
By Martina R. Gallegos9 years ago in Petlife
You Don't Deserve To Know Me. Top Story - September 2017.
Oh. Hello. My name is inconsequential to you as I will never stoop so low as to respond no matter what you call me. However, the only human I actually care for uses the name Amy when seeking my glorious attention. I was told you were interested in learning about my life. A wise choice as I am the most interesting cat in the world. But, you already know that. That is why you are here. You wish to gain superior knowledge from the fountain of wisdom that is me. Where should I begin? Well, I had spent three years in and out of shelters when my current humans found me. I’m quite glad they did, to be honest. Shelters are awful places. Have you seen the strays that frequent those establishments? Certainly no place for an elegant and well-mannered feline such as myself. I was only ever there because I had to escape from all my other humans. I won’t get into why. It just wouldn’t be proper to discuss such matters.
By Amanda Washburn9 years ago in Petlife
The Story of Annie the Rescue Mare
This is Annie, a 7 year old cob mare who started off life in a less than pleasant way. I rented a small holding where there was enough room for more than the 2 young ponies we had got already. I had a phone call asking can we take in a mare and 2 week old foal?! Absolutely yes! She arrived off the trailer very scared, little foal at foot. She was in a pretty bad state with scars across her chest where she had gone through a barbed wire fence, terrified of being caught. Over the coning days she lost weight very badly. It took no end of feeds, finding the right balance for her, she was like a bag of bones at one point. But then I found the right balance and she put it on very fast! She looked a picture! Lenny, her foal, was doing wonderfully too along side her. I started to gain her trust and even managed to groom her a little bit, only what she was comfortable with though, not too much. It was all going well... until... we were told that there was the wrong planning on the small holding and equines were not allowed there. It was a mess!!
By Caroline Hickling9 years ago in Petlife
