Bøger af Kendrick Sims

Cats will play, pose and preen. Above all they like to be seen! Sometimes kitties can just be so darn cute too! I'm a cat person and I have been all my life. I've worked at an animal shelter and I guess I've just had cats around me ever since I was born. I also like to take pictures. Combine those two things and something is bound to happen. It did, or does! Sometimes I'm just really fortunate, or perhaps blessed and I take some really nice pictures. Those little snapshots of time forever kept so that I'll never lose the memories of my babies which are so precious to me. So here we are. Within the pages of this little booklet you'll see a few of those really nice pictures I've taken of my little munchkins. Along with them I present a little poem. Some words thrown together which hopefully will make this booklet more enjoyable. Only patience and time will tell.

Kittens grow up. With friends they do this.Many a day are filled with moments of bliss.As the sun breaks the dawn until the moon lightens the sky.Kittens will purr. It's how they say "Hi!"Their friends tag along. Upon treats eyes will glow.Into naps they will settle like fresh fallen snow.Look not for the toys. None are to be found.They are under the sofa. In shadows they abound.Tummies are tickled. Whiskers are twitched.Words have been written. Ditties are pitched.For kitties are wonders of natures embrace.Open the cover. Many smiles you'll face!

On the 8th of May, 2017 a little kitten crossed a road and walked into the path of a stranger. Through the words expressed by another stranger, me, a tale is told. A tale of a series of days where a kitten entered a home and became a member of a family. A family consisting of a lonely, aging man and his aging, eldery cats.There was that heart wrenching first night when Cooper cried unceasingly for his mother. An unending series of howls and moans, each of which tore at the heart strings of human and feline alike. Dawn finally broke and the kitten slept. The residents of the little blue house Cooper now called home sat hoping that the new day would bring the little kitten some peace of mind.Soon afterward came the happiest of events as kitten Cooper met someone much like himself. One who would become his best friend. A surrogate mother almost. Cooper came upon another member of the humans furry family, another tabby like himself. A father figure by the name of Cubby. A bond would form with the elderly tabby, one which still exists today. It always will. Within the pages of this book is that bonds beginning, for this is Cooper's tale. This is his book. It's a little ditty written to share a wonderful week that lives in my memory, now and forever. I can only hope I do the memory, and Cooper justice. For he is a special little kitty.It's been said that stray cats make the best of pets. That is only partially true. They are the best of course. Not of pets. They are the best of friends. Cooper is mine.

On June 18th, 2015 a little miracle entered my life. Her name is Ariel. An adoption from The Michigan Animal Rescue League, she was thirteen weeks old on that June afternoon when she entered my home and won over my heart. Never before had I seen so much joy wrapped into anyone so small! She was the smallest and cutest kitten I'd ever seen. Naturally, I took a lot of pictures of her. A keepsake of the day. Many days followed. Many more pictures followed. Memories were made. What you hold in your hand is, in short, those memories set to a little poem. Something I've come up with as a tribute to my little girl. Ariel is no longer a kitten, long a cat, she is however still the same little munchkin you'll see in these pictures. At least to me. Ariel will forever be my little baby girl!

On May 30th, 2020 I received a pleasant surprise.His name is Chip!That was the name he was given by the family who found him. The family who found Chip and his brothers and sisters. A small family of kittens who were three weeks old when they were found alone, abandoned by their mother and desperately needing help. They received that help from a family of angels. Several weeks later and after much feeding Chip was ready to be adopted out. That's where I came into the picture. You see, in my heart of hearts I had wanted a kitten for a while, but with my brood already at maximum I had said to myself enough is enough. However...life has a way of working itself out. Chip needed a home and I wanted a kitten. Our lives met. The rest they say is history. A history held in pictures. Pictures found in this book. What you hold in your hand, or on your tablet, or whatever you are using to read these words are the pictures of Chips first weeks in my home. His first meeting with some of his brothers and sisters. His first quests into the unknown rooms of my house. His first play times with the big strange kitties that were oh so curious about him. It's all here, along with some of my usual poetic banter to accompany the pictures. All in all it's a book, one I hope you enjoy. As cute as Chip is, I'm sure you will!

Walking in circles, friendships will abound.With an eye toward heaven, angels around about.Found upon the sands, tinted glasses which help to see.Yesterday comes quickly. Where will we be?A star held dear, it will ring a silent chime.Stand tall in your faith. As a giant, be humble and oh so very kind.Long after death, a path will be seen.Words are most deadly. Listen, don't speak.Temptation will be offered. Let the curtains be sewn shut.A fortune for the sinner. Joints no longer rust.Roses colored black. Others will be blue.Many strings will be pulled. The scent will be true.Hidden in the shadows, paper will unfold.Eyes will be sleepy. A transformation will be bold.The truth in a tear frozen from the sky.Aligned past the suns, it burns very bright.All exits covered. Prayers, each and every heard.Not one but two of each. His is the Word.

From mirrors in strange places to stars ceasing to shine, friendships rekindle by fire''s light. Elsewhere, in a forgotten realm separated by a dream, a monster builds a tribute to himself. Prisoners are held, gifts are exchanged, and a kiss is a demon''s touch.The clock ticks toward twelve, but will it be morning or evening next? That question is not so easy to answer. Not for Bunson Bear nor for his new traveling companion. Elsewhere, flames of fire burn hot as a strangely aloof Lazar Lion presents his blue rose to a captive audience. Not to be outdone by a former friend and comrade in arms, Jingles presents his new toy to a friend not so near but very dear, so long as Jingles''s new boss doesn''t find out.Strange new friends join stranger old ones as Lazar, Jingles, and Bunson battle the pandemic that is the Shadow Tree. Joined in the fight against Captain M.T. and his monstrous marvels are Sylvester Alexander Koala, Abner Pennster, Sgt. Jack Thompson, Sgt. Joseph Smith, Sgt. Martin Stephens, and a host of Waterford''s best (and worst) citizens.Their ultimate goal? Dethrone Captain M.T. as would-be world ruler and send him and the curse of the Shadow Trees to hell once and for all.

To everything there is a beginning.A story which must be told.There are secrets which have not yet been heard.There are mysteries which must be unsealed.For at the very least this much is true. In the forgotten darkness of yesterday lay the hope of tomorrow. In that twilight dawn a blossom will spread its shadow. Seeds will be planted. Indwelled and nurturing, a toy man will look at the moon and prophesize before tears will fall. Wings will be spread as the moon sheds her light and time, for a moment will shatter for the mistress in red.For the sake of friendship, for the riddles of time and for one unseen a record must be played.He who dances with the rose, his name is Lazar Lion. He dances with a blue rose and with the one who has placed it in his paw. Standing aside and watching events play out is Lazar's cousin Jingles. He watches, waits, and helps when possible. Above all else, Jingles hopes. He hopes for a future where fear is cast aside and blue roses bloom free.

Within a lifetime, it only takes one to change the course of events. One to make a choice. An object to influence destiny. A person to make things right. It only takes one to make tomorrow different. To make tomorrow an adventure into something wonderful. Or let it descend into a realm of chaos. A portal into destruction. That one presence, or lack thereof, helps to choose the path our life takes forever onward. Into the hand of God, we place our spirit as we choose to let that presence remain, or send it on its way forever. The presence stays and tomorrow is good. The guiding force leaves and tomorrow is bad. Sometimes life is just that simple. Such are the fates of Lazar, Jingles, and Bunson at this present hour. As well as another. A dream is dreamed below the stars as he enters the scene. A cousin named Sylvester Alexander Koala. A dream he dreams with one so special, and another so close. They walk into a night like none before. A night event taking place outside of December that will eventually mean much. Not only to the trio from Michigan, but to those who watch a yo-yo swing. Stars shine bright then blink. The darkness falls into the ground. The best of us is forced out into the cruelty of this world's night. For time and again in a world of yesterdays, nothing happened. The world walked on, and goodness was swallowed up in shadow's victory. Nothing given in return. However, this is not the world of yesterday. This is one crushing night the world is forced to give something back. For Sylvester is no ordinary Koala. Lazar, Jingles, Bunson, together with their friend Jack Thompson, each will learn what happens when right is wronged, when dreams are made real and then turned into nightmares. Their hopes will be doubled and dashed, only to be darkened into eternity's dawn. Lazar, Jingles, Bunson, their cousin Sylvester, and the entire planet Earth are about to learn what happens when stars cease to shine.

The jack-o'-lanterns, with their wicked smiles and evil glares, are gone for another year. The turkey are happy to announce that Thanksgiving has come and gone. There are few to be seen. Inside all the houses of Waterford, trees are being raised and decorated from top to bottom with sparkling lights, hanging bulbs for kitties to swat, and candies to fill many a dream. Such was the case in the Lion house one late December day until Jack, the policeman, knocked on the front door. Then, the season of giving became something different. That is the day when something, when someone, was taken away. That someone is being Lazar and Jingles's cousin, Bunson Bear. He is missing. He vanished. In his room one moment. Gone the next. Unexplained. Now, it's time for Jack to try to explain it with the help of Lazar, Jingles, and Fletcher. What does a footprint with the initials M. T. in the hill have to do with Bunson's disappearance? What does its appearance in Waterford's mysterious Riverside Grove Park have to do with Bunson's vanishing?Why do Lazar, Jingles, and Fletcher all have a shared memory of a being with strange, fiery red eyes? Who is this mysterious figure whom they all struggle to remember? Where is he now?Strange craft has begun appearing in Waterford's skies. At the same time, as they've appeared, all of Waterford's candy has begun to disappear. What is the connection?Where is Bunson in all of this? What role does he have in it, if any?Not everything is as it seems. Mirrors reveal truths. But none more so than they which are in strange places!

Tis the season where pumpkins are taken from a patch, golden leaves fall from the trees, snowflakes fly from window to window. There is a certain window you've already been to. That of the Lion residence. There is another window which is new to you. This residence belongs to the Bear family. One occupant in particular, an eight-year-old named Bunson is of particular interest of late. As his activities involve two very familiar faces: Lazar and Jingles. Bunson's relationship to Lazar and Jingles is simple. He is their cousin. He's on good terms with them. Most of the time. Even so. Those terms often are stretched beyond their limits. How does Bunson plan to make this next Halloween one of the most memorable ever? Just what does it have to do with old TV shows?What is Bunson involved with, as he hopes to supply Waterford with the biggest Thanksgiving feast in recent memory? Why is Jingles so afraid of this plan? Where is Lazar? Who is he with as Jingles struggles through Bunson's ordeal without his best friend's help?Finally, what's happened with Bunson, which will change the lives of his friends forever come Christmas week?Meet Bunson Bear as he shares the holidays with Lazar and Jingles!

Friends from birth. A secret comes to light. A seed recently fallen has taken root. It has grown. What was once unseen is now all but unquestionable. Almost insurmountable. It has almost become a divider between lifelong friends. A secret born of fear must come to light. A friendship bonded through time must stand the test of hopelessness. For at the end of this day, friendship must get Lazar through his most darkest of nights. Only his friendship with his best friend Jingles will help Lazar overcome his fear, and bring him into the dawn of tomorrow's grace once more. Jingles can help, if Lazar lets him. Jingles would help, if Lazar asked him. The only question remains, will Lazar open up and let the one closest to him help? Or will he keep the secret of "e;The Bully"e; all to himself?