Off to the rescue,

Opened the door after Boots ate, Screaming oanic cries emmergung falling upon mynears from Pretty Birds room, Pretty was fine, I went in there huns a blazng, No silly, Screaming bloody murder, Likenthe advertizmsement fur the early Hogans hero’s zoomingnout of the POW hut, ‘MACH Schnell! Very fast! They even yoppled my books and tossedContinue reading “Off to the rescue,”

TBI

For years nothing but feeling the wall ramming, This year crippling pain from the back lower left of my brain, Waukon,Iowa firemen rammed my head into the wall extracting me from our smoke gilled.home, I was dead, Took aboard a hellicopter, I had burnt lungs, They put nine metal staples in my .neck, I hadContinue reading “TBI”

Francis

An all white Amish kitty, Well, no, not Amish in that it was her lifestyle choice, Miss Francis last winter on a truely cold Iowa blustery winter day when Penny was off, We went shopping cat food out at the Amish, It’s much smarter to purchase cat or dog good out there than even atContinue reading “Francis”

Cleaningnsupplies for September

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,

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!”

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!

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”

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