Tired at ten

Gone by ten o two, Funny that, In two fourteen, Mom and I had just watched new show ‘Stalkers,’ Pnly one of six smoke alarm went off, Not one in mom’s room, Or laundry, Or top of stairs, Or livingtoom or den, Moms room had one, The one thatbwent off was the one in cellarContinue reading “Tired at ten”

Family

Spirits Like bubbles set free, Hand in hand, No longer baby kittens, Off to touch other hearts, Bring joy, Purpuse, Idenity, Born into a creul word, A home full of love, Only passing by, Entered my heart, In my memory will remain, The last baby kitten always rushing to eat, Wanted to see everything, Everything!Continue reading “Family”

My babies

Penny just text me, Two more babies had died, She thinks the little grey one will die soon, Maybe the black baby will live, Ruth asked if Penny would return all the babues alive and well, They are as if staying at a royal estate, Where staying with me all they had was love, BelowContinue reading “My babies”

Taking kittens to Walmart and coming home empty

Grandma Penny offered to care for the babies for a day , Of course I audio taped the entire trip. Listen to “Ride to Walmart Parking lot Wenesday July 19th 2023” from Val’s Whitewolf Books on Anchor: https://anchor.fm/val-heike-whitewolf/episodes/Taking-kittens-for-a-night-at-Grandma-Pennys-e275eag/Ride-to-Walmart-Parking-lot-Wenesday-July-19th-2023-aa55n4s Listen to “Ride Home from taking kittens to grandma Penny” from Val’s Whitewolf Books on Anchor: https://anchor.fm/val-heike-whitewolf/episodes/Going-home-kittenless-from-Walmart-e275fdk/Ride-Home-from-taking-kittens-to-grandma-Penny-aa578nu

Sixty four degrees,

Two forty-one,am , Talking to Ruth. Ruth joined the Morman church, Chats with Ruth hours fly by, I have perfect taste in adopted family, Given not at all, Who sees people as useable other then narcississ My real sister not only half, Stored people while painting atrocities done at those peoples.hands in fiction, People fellContinue reading “Sixty four degrees,”

Milk from a box

Sours really fast, I felt bad this last little bit, Rolling the nastiness over tiny tongue, In an hour, they will have better, I’ll put this in a bowl, At eleven seventy-nine, this Iowa gal will not open the door and toss, All the goodness is still there, Tart, Sour, Yucky!

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