Wake Up Kitty

If you like to know how to make Charles mad read on! Read  part 4    HERE  if you like to read the part before this one first (written by wakeupkitty/KittyWU). Upset Talking about guts, Charles murmured. Should he get out of the bathtub? He only been in it for a very short time, he could never be clean yet. In the meanwhile the knocking at his front door continued and so did the shouting. If I use a towel it will not be clean any longer. I can't do that, Charles said to himself. He heard the sound of broken glass and the guy outside kept banging at his front door. Furious, shocked and afraid at the same time Charles walked, naked, downstairs. The egg yolk dripped all over his face. He felt his heartbeat. Charles is not a hero at all, unless he is angry. Very angry... like now! Again his ritual has been disturbed, there is glass everywhere and he would be upset for the rest of the day. This picture is a pixabay.com picture. I amm a #mobileblogger. ...

This is the story of Charles a Dutch guy, a daddy exactly and much more.. Are Charles' adventures real or? This ia a series of 18 turbo-tales. A smartass "That smell is terrible', the cat meowed. Her yellow eyes looked at Charles reprovingly, "you stink!" She stretched herself, jumped out of the open window and disappeared into the direction of the neighbours. Charles stepped into the tub, did put a beaten egg on his hair. Egg is great for hair, is what he lately read in a ladies magazine. He did not have much hair, but thanks to the egg that problem would be solved soon. The water still looks clean to me, Charles thought , you know what? I will wash my laundry in it as well. No waste! It will save water and electricity for sure. Every piece of dirty laundry he did put into the bathtub. "What a smartass I am", he said. As he closed the bathroom door, someone was knocking on his front door. Soft at first than louder... ...

Charles' adventures are originally Dutch and have been translated. The parts are written in turn by EnriqueDutch and wakeupkitty (KittyWU). This part was written by Enrique Dutch. See for part 1  HERE  and part 2  HERE Tuesday morning As Charles woke up on Tuesday morning he thought about the disaster named Easter. He walked through the bathroom door. There it was, his yellow underpants with egg allover in the laundry basket. The overwhelming smell of rotten eggs mixed up with the aroma of his underpants turned his stomach up side down, made him gag and run to the toilet. At the same moment he arrived the gagging stopped. Where is the cat, he asked himself. Usually Magda was always in the hallway. Charles walked to his wardrobe for some clean underpants. His clothes and towels were sorted by colour. To his opinion it was his right to take a bath, after the mandatory Sundays, again. He pulled the closet door open and there she was. Magda tried, in vain, to hid...

What can I tell you about Charles? He is created, a daddy exactly with anxiety and more. Might be we all recognize something in him, might be he lives in a #dreamworld (or if it comes to him) scary world. A world he doesn't understand . My writing partner #EnriqueDutch and I decided to write about Charles' life in turn. He started part 1 of Charles' adventures before Easter 2017 , I wrote the next part. Simply started where his story did end. Charles' adventures are originally Dutch and been translated. A part of the stories of this series of 18 were entrees for #writingcontests as well. Each part is a #turbotale. The search for eggs "Great yellow colour", Charles thought. The cat glazed at him. Her eyes were yellow. "You stay" , Charles said, "you fit in to Easter." "You're wearing your underpants insid e out", the cat meowed. She looked at the yellow underpants with disgust. "Time to search for th...

Charles' adventures - part 1: Easter 2018 (De Nederlandse versie van "De avonturen van Kees" kun je hier lezen.) Wednesday evening Charles went into the tub. Ready for Holy Thursday whatever that may be. Since Charles is a daddy exactly he decided to search for holy stuff on Thursday. He dressed up in white. I look spooky, he thought, but the sugar is white. It was the same for the kitchenfloor and the tablecloth. The clouds outside were white, they did not look like sheep, but like little ghosts. They were completely white. Now he knew. Holy Thursday was named after a spirit, a ghost and ghosts are white. Good Friday Charles spent searching for good. The weather was fine, it did not rain and it was not cold outside. So that was good. He checked out his bank ballance which turned out to be good too. Easter everything should be yellow. Charles was not only a daddy exactly but also grubby. The white underpants he wear at Holy Thursday was yellow by now. E...