Blue-Blue The Disco Dancing Cat

Photo credit: Sophie Skein – Flickr

I promise y’all, I am not smoking the funky weed over here in California. “Blue-Blue” is featured in the title of my Little Bean’s first story, which I am turning in to her teacher this morning.

This kid’s imagination is awesome, so I thought I’d share Blue-Blue with you guys.

[I am dying over this story. DYING.]

Enjoy!

Blue-Blue, My Favorite Disco Dancing Cat

When I am nine, I will get a cat with black and white stripes and white polka dots. Her first name is Blue-Blue and her last name is Jen. I will put a gold and blue hat on her, and will paint her nails with white and blue stripes.

I will give her a bath, every day for 100 days, then I will give her a shower. I will give her yummy cat food: edamame, Goldfish crackers and bananas. I will also give her cat drinks like water and milk. She will have catfish for dessert because that’s the kind of fish cats like.

Blue-Blue likes to take hikes in the mountains and walk around the block. We have important conversations. About mommies and doors.

I will take her to cat school, which is next to my school. Her teacher’s name is Miss Patty. At cat school they teach her how to juggle, how to count to eight and how to add 100 and 100. The teacher also teaches all the cat kids to count by tens.

When they are done learning, they get to play Candyland or Hide & Seek. Then they disco dance. They don’t wear outfits; they just dance in their kitty fur.

When I get out of school, I will pick up my kitty and we will go back home. We’ll play video games together and type in our Lexia passwords.

We will paint pictures of strangers who become friends. I do that all the time. On share day, I will bring my cat story.

My very favorite parts? 

She will have catfish for dessert because that’s the kind of fish cats like.

We have important conversations. About mommies and doors.

Then they disco dance. They don’t wear outfits; they just dance in their kitty fur.

I’d be very fascinated to know what is so important about doors that she must converse about them with her phantom cat. Huh.

What do you think, y’all? Do we have a budding writer here?

And how are you, my friends? Are you surviving Daylight Savings Time, or are you feeling like me this week? (see the photo below) Enquiring minds need your details here at More Cowbell!

Zzzzzzzz,
Jenny