To look at the furniture offered by Purrniture is to wish that you were a cat. Personally, I would give anything to be able to hole up in the Fat Cat Cubby for a few precious hours, dig my claws into the length of rope coiled around the Tom Towers, or perch high atop the Chateau de Gato and silently judge everyone around me.
My great-grandaunt Ursula had an immaculate dining room. Its china cabinet was filled to the brim with Hummels and other porcelain things too fragile to be of any use. Its chandelier was a starburst of real crystals that had been dusted Lord knows how many times. The cloth on the table was real Nottingham lace, and shielded against all insults by a thick layer of clear vinyl that would squeak if you glided a finger across it.
Alison and Steve Smith originally meant only to give refuge to homeless miniature horses. Had they known their family farm would soon turn into a promised land for every disabled creature that clucks, oinks, bleats, quacks or brays, then they might have picked a more fitting name for the experiment than Triple H Miniature Horse Rescue.
Be a Guest at Your Own Event!
Planning even a casual get together among a few friends can get extremely complicated. Planning a memorable event or celebration for hundreds of people, on the other hand, takes considerable experience, the patience of a saint, and a four-star general’s talent for strategy – which are not coincidentally all Renee Murrish’s gifts.
Certain animals can become useful under the right conditions. Bees, for example, can produce honey. Boys, as another example, can keep bees. This is the concept behind Brinkman Brothers Honey of Grant County, North Dakota, where 14-year-old Ray and 12-year-old Ryan are farming the raw, unfiltered good stuff.
Storytelling has existed since the first humans turned grunts and utterances into words and phrases. It was as essential for survival as flint and fire. Once basic needs such as food and shelter are met, we quickly turn to an innate desire for telling and hearing stories. As a new author, I find myself examining this human need of the story. What purpose does it serve, what hole does it fill?