A Kitten's Search for the One Ring

wolfperson1:

So the awesome fireblooms got me a photo workshop for xmas that finished up this weekend.

I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to get pictures of the uncooperative Nazgûl…

:3

wolfperson1:

Nazgûl, did you post this?

It’s how people find lost cats, isn’t it?

wolfperson1:

Nazgûl, did you post this?

It’s how people find lost cats, isn’t it?

wolfperson1:

I feel like I need to add Nazgûl in here…

This is just a reminder

that you can follow me on the Twitters @NazgultheCat! I am much better about updating that (I blame the birds).

Cheers!

I think I’m being kidnapped…

ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY WALK INTO MORDOR

I think I’m being kidnapped…

ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY WALK INTO MORDOR

I went with family to New Hampshire for Thanksgiving. It was very nice but very cold. (My moms bought me a coat and a new sweater to help keep me warm because I was shivering).

Needless to say, I spent most of my time relaxing by the fire, thinking deep thoughts, while my uncles ran around. (You can see my uncle Boomerang in the picture above). 

"It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to."

Today, dear tumblr friends, I fell pray to wanderlust. It’s difficult to be content when you sit and watch the world around you like I do on most days. So, after months of feeling this insatiable pull to visit some guy named “Baggins” of “the Shire,” I decided to make the leap from daydream to action.

Once my mom left the house I snuck into Lauren’s room and discovered the open window. It was an easy thing to jump on the windowsill and out onto the roof. Immediately I was overcome with the weightless abandon of freedom. Indeed, it was with elation that I took those first few steps onto the neighbor’s roof and up to where the birds live. I’m not going to tell you about everything I did today - that would rob you of the chance to imagine it for yourselves - but I will say that the itch for adventure has not been scratched. In truth, I feel the need to explore the great out-doors more strongly than ever before and I will not shy away from being vocal about my desires.

It was over far more quickly than I would have liked. In what seemed like no time at all I could hear my mom calling me from inside the house once she got home (I said hello to her while I was on the roof and she was getting her keys ready but she didn’t look up - she must’ve thought the window was open in the living room). Unfortunately it is much easier to jump onto a window from the inside, where there is conveniently placed furniture, than on the outside where there is nothing but siding. Eventually after what seemed like hours of marco-polo-esque back and forth, my mom finally figured out where I was and opened the door. I only ran back inside so quickly because it was chillier than I had anticipated and I hadn’t brought my sweater. Next time, I will be more prepared.