Ollie
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- It takes a lot of energy to pull off an ollie on a skateboard, and this Ollie is no different! You can do whatever you want to try to tire me out but I'm going to keep bouncing around. I could have a much cooler name-like Flash or Speedy-but the name I have right now is fine, I guess. At least I can attribute it to something active. It's also pretty hard for others to tease me for it. There's not anything negative tied to it, I just happen to be a big dreamer. I'm always thinking of things big and grand, which often leaves me feeling a bit ungrateful. Ollie's a good name and when it comes to it, I appreciate the name.
- I'm a male that loves the fast life. Sometimes, I'm a bit jealous of females, who are often leaner and sleeker, but my muscles seem to carry me pretty well. I love speed. After working at it for awhile, I can generally keep up in races. I know it's seen as masculine to be strong, but I'd much rather be swift. I hope that one day a female will accept me for that. Kits would be wonderful. It's hard to imagine having bundles of fur to care for, but I can vision it enough to know I want it.
- For one and a half years I've lived with my family. Some cats would have left by now but I loyally stick by their side. It's important to show how much you care for someone, and a good way to show that is by never leaving. If they ever tell me I should leave, I'll oblige, but until that day comes, I'd like to continue living on the farm with my family and our furless friends. I've decided that I won't pick an age to have a mate or father kittens. I know I'll feel it when I'm ready.
- I'm a domestic shorthair. My fur is brown and I've got shaggy orange stripes covering my body at random. I've got sparkly green eyes and when I'm excited, they shine super bright! My nose is pink, similar in color to my paws. I don't look much at myself. Only do I catch glimpses of myself when I visit my human's house and see their mirror or when it rains and there are fairly large, clear puddles on the ground.
Personality -
- All I've ever wanted to do was run, but my personality couldn't be much different! I'm pretty stubborn in my ways. I don't like change too much, and rarely will I willingly take it. I've always hunted in the barns and fields rather than taking kitty food because my parents taught me to do so. It also gives me a chance to show off my speed and agility. I'd like to say I'm modest, but that's not always it. At least I can act like I am. Truthfully, I love showing off to the girls and even the guys on the farm. I'm a small guy but they can't pick on me! I'll run laps around them! Which brings me to the next trait about me-my energy. I talk fast a lot and run over my own words. I'm pretty eccentric too. If I'm telling a story, you can bet that I'll make big movements with my paws and tail. Sometimes my head will even join. I have a large array of facial expressions as well. You can tell pretty clearly by looking at me if I'm surprised, angry, happy... name an emotion and I have a face. That goes for many animals but I think I'm just a bit more pronounced than them. My interesting ways of talking and acting make me fairly popular, especially among the kittens. I try to be friendly and I think it works most the time. I've got close bonds with a lot of critters on the farm. They say I have a good sense of humor, both on the receiving and giving end. I love telling jokes and listening to them as well. A world without laughter would be a horribly dreadful one. Speaking of dread, I don't feel it much. I have some strange way of turning most things into something good. I don't dwell on the cons, I just make a list of the pros. There's usually something good to every story. I won't say that there always will be, because from a practical and real stand point there sometimes isn't, but there is always a reason to smile outside your bad situation. You can smile about your friends and family... you can smile about your hobbies. Sometimes, the sun will be the only thing you can smile at, but I can guarantee that star will always grin right back at you. When it has to go to bed at night, the moon will take over and remind you the sun's still smiling at you. The sun's smile is so bright it's reflecting off the moon! Be happy. If no one else will smile at you, I'll give you the biggest grin you've ever seen.
- I like a lot, but I do have some favorites to mention. My favorite hobby is running. If you couldn't tell, it's also my strongest point. I've got pretty good stamina and can run for ages. That is, if I pace. If I go on a full out sprint, I won't last very long, but I can go pretty quickly as a normal speed anyway. I don't really walk much. Even when I'm just going from point a to point b on the farm, I'll at least have a bounce in my step. Another thing I like are friends. Having someone to talk to and play with is great! I like kittens too, because they're a new opportunity to make a friend. If a mother wants to go out and do something, she'll often invite me to keep her kits entertained. Of course, there's also an older cat always watching to make sure no one gets in trouble... I'm still fairly young myself. In the head at least.
- Maturity is my biggest weakness. It's hard to focus on a goal and take it seriously. Oh yeah, I dislike focusing too. I'd rather just prance around without a care. Whenever I make a goal, I always seem to get distracted by a butterfly or something on the way to achieve it. I don't like bullies either. They always try to make people feel bad. When you insult someone, it's like you crumble up a piece of paper and throw it across the room. When I go over to that paper and talk to them, even if I make them smile and smooth out the paper, there will always be marks on it from where it was crumbled up. I dislike the cold! During winter, if it snows, I always try to stay warm inside the barn. It seems like I always end up playing though... the fun is perfectly fine, but when the snow sinks beneath my fur, I always shiver and I don't like that. Kittens are usually made stay inside with their mothers.
Future Hopes -
- One day, I want to have kits and a mate. A family of my own-one where I'm the father-is my biggest dream. I'd like to stay here on the farm and I wouldn't be willing to move. If they're right for me, they'll raise the family where I want. The only other goal I have is to become super fast. As I already covered, many hopes I have come and then leave as soon as I forget about them, which takes just a few days.
- Right now, I'm living in one of the barns on the farm I live at. My family chose to share an older one because it'd mean less a chance of disturbing the animals. Many of them are quite large. In our barn, lots of the kittens and their mothers stay. It's very safe. If there's an intruder, my dad will fight them off, and there are no big animals to stomp on our heads or crush our tails. I still live with my family and I like it a lot.
- I cannot remember a day going by that I wished I could redo my past. What has happened is over. Sometimes, I think to myself that I should have said or done this or that, but that's just my big ideas getting in the way.
My life started with the moon hanging in the sky. Mom says it was a crescent, but still casting as much light down to Earth as a full moon would. Five kittens emerged from her womb, aided by my father and an elder female. I learned long down the road that the elder was my grandmother. Anyway, I was second to be born. It was my sister that was birthed first. We grew up in an old barn near a farm. The roof was leaky and there were apertures in the wall, but that was even better for us. The drips allowed water to pool, giving us fresh water supplies, and the cracks allowed easy escape. Sometimes kits will try to sneak out that way, but we usually find them trying to scramble over the rubble just beyond. The farm isn't dangerous but we don't allow the young to explore on their own. Kittens have a way of hurting themselves, and since I'm one at heart, I know all sorts of ways a cat could get hurt. A responsible adult is often sent out to accompany them. We're supposed to be focusing on me right now, though.
Mom's name is Molly. She's a pretty young cat. That was what attracted my father, Jingle, to the farm. His name is not a manly one so he chose to go by Dirt. He'd received the past name from his owners, who he'd been given to at a time called Christmas. They had dropped him off somewhere unfamiliar so he ran off and tried to find somewhere to go. When he saw a brown-furred, long-tailed figure sitting atop a fence, he decided to creep up on them. Mom has already heard him due to the bell he wore around his neck. She waited until he was close and pounced atop him. At first, she was going to attack him, but she pitied him for being raised by humans. The others at the barn voted they give him a place to stay. Molly wasn't quite sold yet, but agreed to give him a chance for one week, and if he seemed useful by then, she would allow him to stay as long as he desired. Dad was always strong but he would never fight with the girl that found him. He explained to me that he liked her from the second she first tackled him to the ground. When I pointed out that was a strange way to find love, he just chuckled and nodded. Obviously, things went well because he still lives on the farm and has kittens.
The name Ollie comes from... well, I'm not sure. My parents told me that they just though it fit me. I certainly agree with this, even if I don't always seem appreciative. The barns cats I grew up with had a sort of tradition they followed. All members of the group were to raise the kittens, showing them how to act and certain talents they had. Most of my siblings preferred to be taught by our parents. One of my brothers and I, however, would always pester the others around to show us the ropes and talk to us. We were told many stories and given many tutorials on various things. There's still one practice that I'll always remember.
I woke up earlier than anyone else in my barn, except for a group that was preparing to head out on a stroll. Just as they were about to walk out the door, I ran over to them and caught the one in the back's tail. He was startled at first and bounded forward. When he looked back to see me, he returned to where he'd been. "Hey Ollie." the male greeted me in a deep and slightly scratchy voice. I wasn't too good at remembering names, so I just smiled and cheerfully cried, "Hi!". The rest of the group had stopped to wait for him. He was tall, but every grown cat was to me, and had black fur with white markings in random places. There was a moment of him thinking about something before he looked over his shoulder to the others. "Can we bring him with us, to show him how to do things?" he asked. It was only then that I realized the white fur on him was due to age and covered his muzzle along with his brow. The others gave each other a look of uncertainty, but then one piped up and nodded. "If you think we should, Lash." she then offered to stay back to tell my parents where I had gone. Excited to be going on an adventure, I bounced around the feet of the patrol. We started moving and I found myself darting ahead and then sprinting back. While I didn't learn much, it was the day I learned just how much and exactly what speed meant to me. It meant a lot and it meant freedom. The feeling of my feet gliding across the dirt made me feel like I was flying.
I can remember a few other memories from my young life, but I grew up pretty normal. My group raised me and my parents loved me. I got along great with my family, avoided fights and overall confrontations as much as possible and helped the group out whenever I could. My past was happy and I know my future shines even brighter than my past. I'm ready for whatever the future brings, because I'm ready for anything.