I am looking to adopt...
Kennel number:
29
Name:
Jellybean
Origin of name:
Jellybean was named after the big splotch of color on her back, she resembles a Jellybean both in metaphorical terms and physical.
Nickname(s):
Jelly or Bean
Sometimes even 'Jel' pronounced 'Gell' when others don't feel like saying her whole name.
Species:
Feline
Breed:
Mixed Breed
Gender:
Female
Age:
Three as a cat.
Seventeen as a human.
Birthday:
August 17th
Nationality:
American
Occupation:
Student
Part-time "Maid"
Astrological Sign:
Leo
Hobbies/Pastimes:
Baking/Cooking, ...
Talents/Skills/Powers:
Baking/Cooking,
Known Languages:
English
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Why do you want this animal
Why wouldn't someone want this beauty?
Well first of all, I want her out of PoH. It's not that PoH isn't good at finding homes for characters, it's just that she hasn't found that special form that can take her home. Regardless of the pound/kennel she's in.
Second, I could very much use an exciting, lovable goofball character in my little group. I think Jellybean would fit in so nicely as that.
Lastly, I've grown more and more fond of this little one. I'd hate to see her stay without a home for anytime longer.
What will you do for it?
I'll catch a grenade for her.. nah just kidding.
Though I will spoil her with art, a much better history, and a lot of attention to make up for her time without a home.
Personality:
Well, think of green jellybeans.. how many flavors did you think of?
Apple, Lime, Melon, Pistashio, all kinds. Well how do we know which one Jellybean is named for? I find that Jellybean can be such a lovable goofball. Jellybeans are fun candies that have all sorts of flavors and colors. So therefore, I have made Jellybean's personality fun and colorful to go with her name.
Likes:
~ Jellybean loves, obviously, baking and cooking! It's one of her best passtimes and the fact that she can eat almost anything that she creates even while it's cooking.
~ The pay off of hard work, seeing something clean after shes cleaned up makes Jellybean feel proud of herself that she was able to acomplish that.
~Reading, Jellybean does appriciate a book every now and then but not of what you may think. Jellybean loves what else but cooking related books. There are some good ones out there that shes fond of and reads over and over. The plot sticks around food but it too is a story as well.
Dislikes:
~Jellybean dislikes a dirty workstation while cleaning. Whether it's when she trys to prep food, like slicing and dicing veggies or mixing a cupcake batter. A dirty workplace is disgusting, just think if something got mixed into the food.
~Peer pressure is another thing she hates. It's not so much of a problem for Jellybean since she's grounded but for others Jellybean is concerned for the safety of her friends and others.
~White chocolate. It's about the only thing in the kitchen Jellybean won't have anything to do with. To her, the sweetness is way too over powering from anything else. She prefers a nice, smooth milk chocolate over white.
History/Background:
Background:
Jellybean was never apart of the richest family, though they weren't stuggling for money or food. Her family didn't live in a mansion, they also didn't live in a box under the freeway. So therefore, Jellybean and her siblings lives were pretty average. They would go to school to come home and watch TV or doodle on paper. Jellybean and her siblings did want more than that of course. Their parents taught them, "If you truly want something, go out and work for it."
Jellybean wanted to be able to bake, it was one of her passtimes that she adored. Though, her birthday was four months away and who would want baking flour for a present!
Looking through town for flyers and banners that asked for work. Jellybean liked cleaning, the light smell of lemon always tickled her nose and reminded her of pie. So she took a job that requested a maid...
History:
“Oh, Jellybean, your first day of work, and I can’t be here. I made a list for you, just do what it says,” said Mrs. Bernard.
Mrs. Bernard got into the passenger side of the car, Mr. Bernard driving. Then they drove away.
“My, what nice folks. I’m going to enjoy working here,” muttered Jellybean. “They own such a grand home. I better get to work though, instead of just standing here, there’s a whole list of things to do.”
Jellybean walked up the porch and stepped into the house. Thinking out loud she said, “I think I’ll whip up a surprise for them. I’ll make a cherry pie. Ah, I do make scrumptious pies.”
Jellybean went into the kitchen. Lucky for her, the kitchen was nice and tidy so all she had to do was cook. Jellybean gathered all her ingredients for the pie together then mixed and rolled. Pretty soon her pie was ready to bake inside the warm oven.
“There,” remarked Jellybean after she closed the oven door. On the other side the pie was being slowly baked to perfection. “Now let’s see what this list says.”
Change towels in bathroom.
After looking behind a few doors, Jellybean found the bathroom. “Those towels are very nice. Why change them?” she wondered. Then Jellybean remembered what Mrs. Bernard had said. She had to do exactly what the list told her to do. Jellybean got some scissors, then snipped a little here and a little there. She changed those towels alright. “There,” she said. Jellybean looked at the list again.
Dust the furniture
“Did you ever hear of such a funny thing? At my house we undust the furniture. I guess we all want things differently.”
Jellybean saw a big box with the words Dusting Powder written on the label. “Well would you look at that. A special powder to dust with.”
So Jellybean dusted the furniture. “Hopefully that’s dusty enough. My, how it smells.”
Draw the drapes when the sun comes in read Jellybean. She looked up, the sun was coming in. Looking back at the list again, she said. “Draw the drapes? I’m not much of a hand at drawing, but I’ll try.”
So Jellybean sat right down, and she drew those drapes.
Put the lights out when you finish the living room.
Jellybean thought about it for a minute, she switched off the lights. Then she carefully unscrewed each bulb. Then she put the lights out. “So they need to be aired out too. Oh, do I have a lot to learn.”
“My pie!” exclaimed Jellybean when she remembered what she placed in the oven. She hurried into the kitchen and took it out of the oven. “Just right.” She said placing it on the table to cool.
Then she looked at the list.
Measure two cups of rice.
“That’s next,” said Jellybean. She found two cups, and then filled them with white rice. Jellybean laughed, “These folks want me to do funny things.” Then she poured the rice back into the container.
The meat market will deliver a steak and a chicken. Please trim the fat before you put the steak in the refrigerator. Don’t forget to also please dress the chicken
When the meat arrived, Jellybean opened the bag. She looked at the steak for a few minutes. “Yes,” She remarked. “That will do nicely.”
Jellybean got some pretty lace and bits of ribbon. Using those, she trimmed the fat before she put the steak into the refrigerator.
“Now I must dress the chicken. “I wonder if she wants a he or a she chicken?” wondered Jellybean.
Though she went right to work, as soon as the chicken was finished she heard the door open.
“The folks are back.” murmured Jellybean, and then she rushed out of the kitchen to meet them.
“Jellybean, why are all the light bulbs outside?” asked Mr. Bernard.
“The list said to put the lights out,” answered Jellybean. “It didn’t say to bring them back in. Oh, I do hope they didn’t get aired too long.”
“Oh Jellybean, the sun will fade the furniture. I did ask you to draw the drapes,” remarked Mrs. Bernard.
“I did! I did! See,” said Jellybean, then held up her picture. Not noticing the picture, but her furniture.
“The furniture!” she cried.
“Did I dust it well enough?” asked Jellybean. “That’s such nice dusting powder.”
Mr. Bernard came back from washing his hands. “I say,” he called. “These are very unusual towels.”
Mrs. Bernard dashed into the bathroom. “Oh, my best towels,” she said.
“Didn’t I change them enough?” asked Jellybean.
Mrs. Bernard went into the kitchen. “I’ll cook the dinner. Where is the rice I asked you to measure?”
“I put it back into the container. But I remember—it measured four-and-a-half inches,” replied Jellybean.
“Was the meat delivered?” asked Mrs. Bernard.
“Yes,” Jellybean nodded. “I trimmed the fat just like you said. It does look nice.”
Mrs. Bernard rushed to the refrigerator and opened it. “Lace? Ribbons? Oh, dear.” she said. “The chicken-- you dressed the chicken?” asked Mrs. Bernard.
“Yes, and I found the nicest box to put him in,” Jellybean answered.
“Box!” exclaimed Mrs. Bernard. She hurried over to the box and lifted the lid. The chicken was just dressed as could be. Mrs. Bernard was angry, very angry. She opened her mouth to tell Jellybean she was fired, before she could get the words out, Mr. Bernard put words in her mouth.
“Cherry pie!” Mrs. Bernard exclaimed.
“I made it to surprise you.” Said Jellybean happily.
So right then and there Mr. and Mrs. Bernard decided that Jellybean must stay, and she did.
Mrs. Bernard learned to say undust the furniture, unlight the lights, close the drapes, and so on.
Mr. Bernard didn’t care if Jellybean trimmed all his steaks with lace, all he cared about was having her there to make cherry pies.
Art:
My scanner is broken, so this cannot happen. Though I have doodled her a few times to get the feel of drawing her if I win her.
Other:
Thank you so much for the opportunity of letting me attempt to go for adopting Jellybean. I had a great time with this form, so much colors and fun. C:
Edit: Yes I have edited passed the time forms should have ended, but I was just told by a friend that this story was familier to her though she couldnt place it. I heard this story from my mom and had asked to use it thinking she thought it up. I haven't asked her about it though so I am unsure if this was okay or not so meh.
