tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965079596276357608.post2261904367055066777..comments2024-01-27T01:54:03.345-06:00Comments on Yaya's Home: Fun in the sun, sand or sink... or, wherever you like to writeYaya' s Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10766073744832801633noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965079596276357608.post-59520458584348555222009-11-26T00:32:47.298-06:002009-11-26T00:32:47.298-06:00Melanie,
I know I would love your cat, too. I once...Melanie,<br />I know I would love your cat, too. I once had a Siamese cat with six toes on each foot. At the same time, I had a Siamese/Persian cross with six toes on each foot. And one more; just a fluffy black cat, also with six toes on each foot.<br /><br />My treasure was the black cat because of the way she loved me. When we lost her, my heart broke.<br /><br />I love reading the things you write. Don't let lack of confidence stand in your way. I have Dyslexia and Adult ADD and it makes everything very confusing. As a result, I've learned to ask questions when I'm unsure of anything. Interestingly, I've also learned that most people are very willing to help. Without the challenges I have, I might never have learned how much goodness there is in the world.<br /><br />You truly can write, if you want to. The first step is the hardest, but you do have the talent for it. ~ Yaya<br /><a href="yayashome.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">Yaya's Changing World</a>Yaya' s Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10766073744832801633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965079596276357608.post-80414045265106981312009-11-25T07:14:52.595-06:002009-11-25T07:14:52.595-06:00When I was a kid I would write stories. Now, I don...When I was a kid I would write stories. Now, I don't believe I could think clearly enough. I was never a drug user but have been asked several times if I was because my brain is fried. I can't think right. HaHa! <br /><br />Thank you for your comments on my blog. I am so glad you commented because I absolutely love your blog.<br /><br />My crazy cat.. well, I don't mean to write a book in your comments (lol) but my son found him when he was a dinky little kitten. He was dehydrated and had an infection in both eyes. I fed him every couple of hours for a week until he was strong enough to eat soft kitten food on his own. I still bottle fed him for a month. The vet ended up taking out one eye and found out his heart is in the wrong place and he is missing some ribs. He has breathing problems because his heart lays against his esophagus. He's my special kitty. =)Melaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06732618630372526502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965079596276357608.post-60915085732549822042009-11-25T06:10:15.156-06:002009-11-25T06:10:15.156-06:00Oh, PJ. You don't even realize what an amazing...Oh, PJ. You don't even realize what an amazing writer you are. I am constantly impressed by how you are able to take this reader's emotions to the brim and back again. Don't sell yourself short.<br /><br />That said, I must admit that being a writer does have its quirky moments and classing us as creatures is just about the right title, I'd say.<br /><br />Loved your post, today. But then, I always do.<br /><br /> ~ YayaYaya' s Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10766073744832801633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965079596276357608.post-70772837778776832862009-11-25T05:41:49.130-06:002009-11-25T05:41:49.130-06:00You writers are so far out of my league, it's ...You writers are so far out of my league, it's as though I live on another planet. I do find you fascinating creatures though. I should have been a socio-anthropologist and done my thesis on the writers of yore...or your...as the case may be.People Who Know Me Would Say:https://www.blogger.com/profile/04621641188403948733noreply@blogger.com