Boots Penny’s eldest of four has what appears to be a topographical tumor. Penny has had it drained and it reappears. Our old dog Patches use to get a cist in the corner of his left eye.Cat woman dog woman extraordinar (yes me!) Use to about every six months use to snip it off.
The Waukon,Iowa veteranarians insisted Patches had congested heart failure also. We found after they gave Patches six months to live muskatel gave Patches six more years.
Well tother day the skin that was leathery upon the obtrusion/lump cracked and like a spinning paint wheel on a crazy tie dye machine blood went every which way.My glasses were coated,stupidassverizon phone got drizzled and my existed bed lamp I have been having to use.Found out last time Penny and I were in Cedar Rapids think it was Monday night.Penny and I went to the Humane Alliance to collect Honey.
See Honey Martin who is a cat we had taken two weeks ago to get spayed.The cat cage literately discinergrated in my hands. And it was raining,foggy impersonating a day in London England in the eighteen hundreds when Jack the Ripper was murdering young women in White Chapel.
Out Penny’s young tortus shell kitty name Honey sped. Totally strangers were out trying to assist me roaming around the yard on the highway.Penny was sure it was all her fault. I was sure I lost an adopted younger sister,new best friend,cat lover. Being Pieces and a lesbian butch I had no doubt I was going to be made to walk home on my cane.
Sunday might after two weeks of having food in live traps and checking the traps every twenty minutes Honey was caught. Well while in Walmart I found the kind of lamp four years ago I had bought for three dollars. Now of course the lamp is nearly eight.
Why not eggs are nearly five bucks for a dozen. Boots is sound asleep on my lap.Honey is I n on my brand new blue towels never used I hot when thought Sherry and I were going to marry. Our little Amish stolen kittens above my head.Theodire number five is purring so loud I seem in constant error. Penny’s trying to get Boots into the Oelwein vet this week.
He appears to be in no pain. I have over the years had many beloved fur animals die in my arms. Well my ankle is still ablazed. Francis our white swollen Amish kitten just sneezed in my hair. I feel like mother Hubbard. I love my family. I missed the game but git to watch a couple Time Teams.I imagined having popcorn I have real butter. Oh well maybe tomorrow.
Blessed be!
Val Whitewolf 