My day started at twelve fifty-one am,
Then I feel my oldest,
I breath and hear kittens in need,
Am unsure if it is a kitten or just my lungs,
It’s hot in here,
So cold last night,
I fear cold,
I get deep cold I get an attack of Cellituce,
Last night, I closed in the window in the kittens’ room,
The house,
Silly house was sure it was sixty seven inside,
I had the heat off,
I put it up to sixty-nine and left on the electric heater,
I was so cold,
During the night I had a fantom pain,
Years ago while at Luther College I fell on mom’s Norweign magazine thing,
Had four pronged things like spikes on it on top,
Outside our bathroom door in Waukon,Iowa,
Mom’s cat Rusty an all white Himalan with orange spots on its face,
That’s who marked my older half sister’s arrival at our home the night of December 3rd,2014,
Dad died in the summer 2012,
In 2014 December Rusty was found outside the house dead with a broken neck,
Mother always had me get Rusty in before dark,
Hard to die of smoke inhalation after already murdered with a broken neck,
Rusty was out any door open way before anyone else,
Like Penny’s cat, Dude, my security cat,
First sound from in front of my mobile home Dude rushes toward danger,
Dude’s a hero cat,
Well I came out of our bathroom,
Lost balance,
Wobbled,
House is decorated for Christmas,
Company would be coming,
Wouldn’t ja know it I stepped in the cat box,
Spun again,
My right thigh was punctured and down I went,
Now the house was built in 1900,
At the foot of the steps by the bathroom door,
Was.literately no space for a six foot tall big chested woman to fall,
I splattered blood every where,
After a bunch of yelling mom came to the door to inquire why I was on the floor,
I said please call an ambulance I’m bleeding to death,
Mom’s response was I can’t get you up!
These two big, strong guys did it like nothing,
The MD exrayed,
No wood remained,
You know what mom washed it up and kept the Norweign magazine rack it had been her mom’s,
I have a humdinger of a scare,
And pain when it’s damp so I figure I cracked my thigh when I fell,
Mom, who Diana told Iowa Human Services,mother was a bedridden invalid in September to get them to walk in outer back door after telling them,
Waiting for me to come from class at Luther College,Diana told them their lives would be in jeopardy if they waited for me to come homè,
She had used her narcississ lies to tell all with a dick that I beat my bed ridden mom and refused to feed her,then kept her for hours without a phone! I paid for the phone,of course , Diana also said my dead dad beat mom and I could not wait for dad to due to do it myself,
Mother was never bedridden
A bunch of brain dead individuals who licked up all the pussy Diana gave them with her smiles and winks,never looked into the truth,they murdered mom with Codeine as much as Diana did,
Val Whitewolf 