Super K and that Crazy Tangled Up Cat

I wrote this for Kadence's birthday as part of a school VIP project. Becca wrote it into a book, and my mom illustrated it. Tig and Win the cats in the story were our kittens at the time I wrote the story.

Super K and that Crazy Tangled Up Cat

Kadence was comfortably curled up reading her favorite book
with her two cats in a cozy nook.
Win, the clam cat was sitting by her side,
while Tig, the crazy one, was hoping for a ride
He was playing with the strings of Kadence’s birthday balloons
Little did they know they would be on an adventure soon.
As Tig got tangled up, Gracyne opened the door
Just then a March wind blew and sucked Tig and balloons right of the floor.
“This no time to panic” Kadence said with a flare
as Kadence turned into super k ready to be there

Super k ran to the garage and jumped on her bike
and she pedaled and pedaled with all of her might
as that crazy, tangled cat flew out of sight
She raced toward the cliffs of Lone Pine
yelling, “that crazy cat is mine”
as she pedaled a cliff sprang up in her way
but that is no problem for Super K.

She jumped off her bike and began to climb.
Going faster and faster trying to save him in time.
Hand over hand gripping small holds,
She climbed and climbed acting bold,
As she crested the top giving it all that she could,
she spotted Tig floating over a deep dark wood.

As the scary forest loomed, Super K got a feeling of doom,
she know she would have to zoom, zoom, zoom.
So up a tree she scrambled to the highest twig
looking, looking, looking for that tiny tig.
There he was that crazy, tangled up cat right in her reach.
She grabbed the strings as the wind blew them toward the beach.

“Oh no cats hate to get wet.”
How is super k going to save her pet?
As they floated toward Foy’s Lake
Super K had her mind to make.
She grabbed that cat and put her on her chest
this would be the final test.

She quickly took out her art supplies
and found her pipecleaners and began to tie.
Super K weaved  together a boat,
and set that crazy cat on to float.
She tied one end of a balloon string to her hip,
and the other end to the pipecleaner ship.

Super K swam and swam  to the shore
with that crazy, tangled up cat, who loved her forevermore.

Kadence & Grace's 1st Mountain Bike Trip

70 degrees, partly cloudy with a chance of dirt. We hit the trail head just after noon. The girls were ready to go into the unknown. The trail at first glance looked tame to an adult's eye, yet pure adventure to anyone pushing 3 and a half feet. Kadence and I hit the trial first on the 16 inch wheeled Vaperarizer.  Gracyne followed with her 12 inch wheels with Becca jogging at her back.As the trail turned vertical they began to grind the gear. (They only have one gear). Then to the girls excitment the trail began to dip and rise, dip and rise, dip and rise. Kadence yelled out "it is like a roller coaster." She then leaped of her bike ran back down the trail to yell out her sister, "go faster it is a roller coaster." And we have not even got  to the down hill yet! Then we got to the downhill. Gracyne could be heard across the mountainside, "this is so much fun, this is so much fun, this is so much fun, this is so much FUN," as she flew down the trail with a grin the size of her handlebars. Back at the trail head, no injures, and no mechanicals, and no bonking all was well.

Climbing or rescue the stuffed animals from certian death dramatized game

Climbing in Kila: I put some of the girls favorite animals in peril, dangling them from the edge of a cliff. (with permission of course) The girls then climbed to save the poor stranded animals from certian death. They put the harness on, roped in, stated the commands and climbed with determiation, courge, and resolve as their stuffed friends lives were on the line. As they climbed I yelled encourgments like your doing well, keep it up, and use your feet, while the girls yelled encourgments like "I am coming Diamond (the stuffed dog), and I willll save youuu!" The girls scraped their feet along the rock to find purchase as their fingertips gripped small ledges. Their small fury friends peered down from the cliffs edge with fear in their in eyes. Finally, the girls grasped the top of the cliff with one hand, and with the other gently reassured the animal clasped them by the nape of the neck and throw it to the rocks below, only to be tossed back up the cliff for the next sisiter to save.