If hiding from the law

Best place to live, Mobile home parjs, You pay the land lord Sewage, Lot rent, Trash, And for all the fluid that passes through your pipes, Because he has Smart meters on all the trailers he owns and doesn’t, You pay the taxes on my mobile home through him, You are invisible, He gets theContinue reading “If hiding from the law”

Life-hurts

Life hurts, Standong still trying to do your best, That might loose me my home, Worse might loose me my cats, I was just trying to do a good turn, My cats are my family, Not all but some, Without them, I’m dead inside, Beyond empty,

Homes for cats and kittens

Use to be easy, Now creeps call free with a hundred bucks, The hundred they call it a rehoming fee, Shysters! Listen to “Val’s Whitewolf Books and cat family” from Val’s Whitewolf Books on Anchor: https://anchor.fm/val-heike-whitewolf/episodes/Vals-Whitewolf-Books-and-her-cat-family-e2ac8ds/Vals-Whitewolf-Books-and-cat-family-aaf583a

Face the music

Have to rise, Stretch, See what horrid even has taken place in my hall, No kitty litter for a week, Hod Damn Boost tried taking my phone bill two days early, Two days early I knew there was No money! Penny paid my cell phone, Sent me money for gas, Neither of us knew bankContinue reading “Face the music”

My home

My cats, Her cats, My kittens, Loo,Loo nearing fifteen all white blue eyes, Not deaf,not a true white cat,opinionated, Her sister Ling,Ling Siomese mix also nearing fifteen, Dude, seven a horse of a gentleman cat, Francis  is all white a.year. Penny and I got her at the Amish store last winter, She.had gone under Penny’sContinue reading “My home”

Cheese for supper

Nearly two pounds, No kitty crunchies, What now? Guess here goes my two dozen eggs! Then! Nothing! Less mouths, Still even feeding once a day, No food! One friend adopted suggested tuna, I’d rather get chicken, Maybe tomorrow, Got litter that’s full of Fly larva, Cats pee and poop in that, Walla worms in myContinue reading “Cheese for supper”

One brother

Sturdy and strong, Five months old, My Spats, All black but the tips of his toes, Three sons of Ruth, Red,Mica and Spats, Mica and Spats home with me. Spats laid near me as I held Red and Fred, Sadie came near, Licked my Red’s head, Before one last painfilled twinge, Then my Red’s bodyContinue reading “One brother”

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