Varnish for deck, Windex, Lots of Windex and bleach , Sponges, Heavy glove to ketch Tom’s, Fly strips, Two bottles of Burgandy to stick in a cupbord, I enjoyed mulled wine in.winter, Winter, what a lovely term, Winter,
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Humidity was increased earlier with the storm!
Of course, Of course, Today daily kitty bix chires ahd Saturday vaccuming, Of course, Of course, Had two point five hours of sleep, Pete’s going to loan me a child gate, My last crappy ass door in the refirbished.mobile home atopped working.night before last, Need the.moving of.air, Of course ,of course, Could be four moreContinue reading “Humidity was increased earlier with the storm!”
Temperature nose dived
From ninety-two to sixty-eight, In an hour, No strong winds, Poerr back on, Yeah!
Storms been going half hour,
Just recueved warning, How nice of them! No power, Little breezeDaughney is crying, Shes my great cat,
Storm took out lights
Not a light or a fan returned to working, Deep sweat has returned, Yucko! Cats are loyal to a fault, Humans would have left me to suffer, Choose your friends and family carefully, I do wish flues wouldntake thr hint, Find the fly strips, And die!
Chance Showers
Maybe tonado, Cooler tomorrow, Thunder, https://cbs2iowa.com/weather
The bold and the sweet
Wander through the door Now lost in the house, Three week old, By the tume I returned to my chair, there was Boots seeking foid,, They had chicken in the kitchen, Ate.momms.kittens chicken too, Now hungry for Boot’s crappy ass meducated old fart cat food from the Amish store, All the kittens but one wasContinue reading “The bold and the sweet”
Where’d time go?
I rose to check on the baby grey kitten, Last night I feared I had stepped upon her trying to extracate myself from the kitty room, I’m like Gulluver to these three week old kittens, Its comical I put one in the kitty oen another appears, There’s only three, But its insane, All nine babuesContinue reading “Where’d time go?”
Not a fan
Eighty Eight feels like ninety-six,
In a house, In a mobile home not mobile, Feels like one o six, Betch my ancesters salted everything, I have sweated away heart and soul, Tomorrow, I’m sure more sweet will flow, , My smartphone keeps heating up, And Pete could.onlt find.four fly strips for me, But the sweet man brought me chicken,hot dogsContinue reading “Eighty Eight feels like ninety-six,”
Val Whitewolf 