The veterinarian, an aged but still lovely woman with shockingly white hair pulled back into a sensible ponytail; eyed her furry patient appreciatively.
The vet examined the gigantic cat thoroughly, looking in his mouth; wanting to know everything about the massive feline. She asked to see it’s sleeping quarters.
The vet couldn’t help but laugh spying the sign above the cats cubby – Purr-Port.
Three Things Challenge #899 Posted by pensitivity101 Your final three words for this week are: MIND STUBBORN WILLFUL
A willful, stubborn child with a mind of her own, my parents would say; hanging their heads in shame or their palms in anger.
Such a rebel-rouser and wave-maker she is, the aunts and uncles would say; shaking their heads in pity and exasperation.
Your child is the most unyielding, obdurate and uncompromising teenager I have ever had the utter misfortune of having in my high school; the principal bellowed at my parents.
Why can’t you be like these other kids? My father asked, leading me out of the school by my ear; classmates jeering and pointing at the troublemaker.
The professor read her essay, absorbed her views and long-range plans when elected to public office; and stood in awe of this young woman he felt honored to have in his class.
Her love stood in front of her, awe and admiration in his eyes. He thanked her for being such a wonderful willful and stubborn woman with a mind of her own.
In response to Six Sentence Story PROMPTWORD: CANVAS provided by girlieontheedge’s blog.
It was finally finished after hours and hours of work, a lifetime really, and it was extraordinary if she did say so herself. The gifted artist looked down at her hands and sighed deeply; no matter how hard she tried she always ended up with paint all over her hands and clothes.
She sat back, examining her masterpiece, it really was her best work so far. Looking around the studio she sighed again, cringing this time as she surveyed the absolutely horrid mess all around her.
Before she had a chance to clean up, familiar footsteps resounded down the hallway and a long-legged woman stood in the doorway of the studio, arms on her hips with a scowl plastered firmly upon her face.
Lifting her arms, the little artist was hefted from within the chaotic tumble of paints and dripping paintbrushes to be unceremoniously plopped into the massive bathtub now filled with warm water and bubble bath.