Sure and Bugora we have a thundershower

I awoke at about two thirty,

Hello,

Scared kittens,

No one whoee a baby understands the power of mother earth,

Funny, sad adult man never get they can’t control mother nature,

An hour later she is still rumbling,

Baby dolls mothers pissed,

Man continues to imagine she has no power,

The shear thought is fucked up!

Now,

And now still thunder from the distance,

Kittens are as jumpy as me bare foot on a tin roof in use to be July,

But thanks to global warming in Iowa, it’s March,

I have to bo down the hall,

I hear a baby still crying,

Now Mr. BOOTS is also on my Wiccan lap,

Boots isn’t scared,

Nit Boots, it’s four am,

Boots hungry,

It would make more sense if he understood the concept, no crowd more food for him,

Sounds like more rains coming,

Typical the weather people are only off six days,

Suppose to rain last Saturday,

Babies as still calling,

Boots has wondered off,

That male cat has absolutely no paticients,