fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about our pets, like why dogs wag their tails and cats purr.
P.U.G.
In the deep dark hours of early morning, just a short time before the sun would begin its ascent into the sky a train cut through the gloom. The machine, once a gleaming vision of polished steel and svelte lines now reduced to a grimy holdover of a bygone age, rumbled along the tracks lurching, and jolting over every minor imperfection of the worn rails. Within, a man dozed fitfully while sitting upright in his cramped seat with a roller style luggage case perched precariously in the rack above him. With every bump the suitcase above inched ever closer to tipping free of its confines. Suddenly a large shudder rippled through the train car as it heaved itself painfully over some minimal debris on the tracks. With the jostling carriage the luggage burst jubilantly free, arcing away from its temporary prison and connecting, wheels first, with the poor man’s head below. A loud crack rang out through the rail car and the man’s eyes shot open, first with shock then filling with the pain which radiated downward from the top of his head. The man looked in fury at the offending item, now laying harmlessly, demurely even, in the aisle beside him. He then glared around the carriage searching for the party responsible for the grievous offence, but there was no one. The man was alone in this miserable rail car trudging through the deep black of night. He was left alone to contemplate his sad plight and wonder at what sort of confounded luck had led to this tragedy. There was no one to blame… unless could he? Could he blame the suitcase itself? Had it become possessed of a singular volition to spring forth and bludgeon him to an early grave? No, he couldn’t do that… Against his better judgement he did anyways.
Patrick CallaghanPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeSoddit the Cat
His paws led him on many paths, wondrous and fantastic. Through hillsides and farmlands and a car park or two, and even a river at one point; he’d always known the Great Open Country would be like that, but he’d never imagined that three days into his journey he would already feel free, completely the owner of his own self… If there could only be someone to scratch his belly, then he would be in paradise! Granted, the weather was still quite cold, so he’d found himself daydreaming more than once of a blazing fire or a warm radiator in a lounge; the fuzzy blankets would be a cliché. And the cushion, too. And the plate of mouth-watering sardines or chicken left-overs… Or the bowl of milk – but then he remembered that milk made him gassy and that was why he had been sent away from his own home in the first place, so he pushed the bowl of milk aside in his mind and focused on the cushions and the hearty meals, and maybe a cosy lap. It was so good to have left Pilton and be free now, his own cat in his own land, yes sir!
Sandra Tena ColePublished 3 years ago in PetlifePuppy Luck
Here I am. Brand new at real estate. Well, not entirely because I’ve done it in the past but I’ve never really had the time to invest into it. My kids are finally back to school and the pandemic is nearing the end. Now is a good a time as any to start preparing for our futures. We are more financially stable than we have ever been so if it doesn’t work out, no big deal. I’ll just go back to doing what I used to do, customer service. Real Estate is just Face to Face customer service after all, isn’t it?
Tanya LewisPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeIt is a dream. Is it a dream?
As she looked across the grassy field just under the mountains, a young girl stood at the edge of a little town. On the very edge of the Great Mountains that run along the left side of Turtle Island, a young world just about to evolve into a new age. A bright cloudless sky was the one thing that made this day so much braver. She knew in some way or another, she had to ascend the mountains. The town folks had found out her secret, and they were getting rallied up and wanting to kill. This wasn't good especially for her new friends who she could hardly wait to go back to, It was all she could think of and she only met them two days ago.
Pamela Nina BlanchardPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeVerduga
Growing up, we always had a cow. Usually, we just rented one from someone who had a lot of cows in exchange for raising the calf. Generally speaking, cows are docile and calm, but one year we got a cow named Verduga: the executioner, the hangman, the tyrant. Instead of coming out of her head and curving gently towards her front, the horns came out and twisted wildly as if they had been hit by a tornado. Instead of a gentle mooing, she made a sound more like the roar of an injured lion. Most cows are very protective of their calves for the first couple of weeks, but as the calf gets older the cow loses interest and soon a person can do just about anything they want to the calf without causing a scene. Verduga’s calf was almost a year old a time when most cows have already stopped nursing their calves, but still she protected him more fiercely than even the most devoted new mother.
Robert PorterPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeMr. Poe the Crow and Me
The Corona19 Virus story and how it is told and remembered, will be either a fable, myth or apologue. That will depend on who is telling the story. How they behaved during that event. What they learned about others in living through the event. What they experience by watching loved ones, old ones, young ones and complete strangers die during the event.
Marcelete Blackwell ElterPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeCats V/S Dogs: An Unsolved Mystery
Pet owners are always on a war, dog owners consider their pets to be paw-fect (see the word play, I like it) and cat owners argue that their little babies are absolutely purr-fect (okay, I think I might be good at this), this has been going on from ages and there seems to be no stopping, at all (believe me I have seen fights becoming nasty because of this) but the poor souls who go to both kinds of parents for an advice on the same, what to do about the fix they are in? Confusing and utterly frustrating isn't it? (You will surely start pulling your hair and scratching your head anytime soon now, I know).
Emily TaylorPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeDuck Whispering
"Hi, would you like to sign up for duck whispering?" The lady starts. My friend and I look at each other. "Duck whispering?" I repeat back. "Don't do this, Carlo." My friend and associate hisses in my ear, "We need to make it to the--"
Jose DuronPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeCoba
Coba looked out through the bar’s of her cage at Rehtom. The bar’s were covered with chipped gold paint. Little bits of rust start to encroach what was once a beautiful enclosure. Sometimes the light would shine through the cracks of the drawn curtains just right so that the vibrant parts of the paint that remained would give off this heavenly glow. It was majestic enough to always bring Coba solace. Rehtom loved Coba… A face of soft creamy white feathers. This rounded heart traced the edges of Coba’s face. Soft and welcoming each feather delicately placed by fate.
The owl and the crow
Once upon a time, a long long time ago, birds were all white. Eagle and hawk, heron and plover, rooster and duck, each one of them had feathers pure as snow.
Zenko MagatsuPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeWhoo are you?
Whhhoooo, Whhhhooooo, Whooooooo, The old wise barn owl!!! The keeper of this sacred place, Presents the question hidden in my deep inner space.
Jamica WallacePublished 3 years ago in PetlifeA More Perfect Cow - Part One -
For Sam I’d begun to suspect the cow was Jesus, but I don't think I wanted to admit it. Not really. Not yet. The first time was an accident. Second time was her doing. The third — I can’t reckon why, but I did it anyway, and my gun’s still hot as burning cast iron.
Jennifer StottPublished 3 years ago in Petlife