The people are away so I have been playing since I have the computer all to myself.
How do you like the new look of my template?
I think I finally have all your addresses right now too.
The people are away so I have been playing since I have the computer all to myself.
How do you like the new look of my template?
I think I finally have all your addresses right now too.
Do you all want to slip over and say a purr to Gigolo Kitty
who has had a loss?
Come now. I woke you up with pats on the arm and back for what exactly?
You’ve humanned around the place for 2 hours, and not fed me yet. Cats should have a union. Aren’t you folks usually gone by now?
And if you are late, does that mean there will be fur-flying action and (gulp) my breakfast will be overlooked?
This may call for more assertive vocal direct action.
I panther over on stalking feet. where is
my stinky goodness to make my
evening complete? where is my lap?
and where are the toes for me to rub
my cheeks on, and for my itchy nose?
where are the fingers to massage my ears
and scalp? and your clothes, they smell
of dog. honestly, (yawn). You’re good help,
but you know you’re late. An early wake-up
for you tomorrow; that’s your slated fate.
What’s that package you have? It smell human but different? A human kitten? can I lick it?
Where do all those flashing lights go? They’re like trucks in heat caterwauling down empty streets.
I’m hungry. That night ration was a little shy of the rim fellas.
I come to inspect the dormant creatures. i stand on the pillow and check for rapid eye movement. inspect the chest. yes it is rising and falling. not dead.
They roll in synchrony, repositioning the pillows. thank goodness it is the pillows not me clutched and pulled under like that.
A sound. I trot back. Are you awake yet? Stirring but it seems from the ways things are shaping up that my breakfast is going to be delayed for some time.
I have too much to the left. I’m putting them here instead:
Static stories and non-fiction
Serious Stuff
I give the intense gimme food stare, attempt to propel her backwards to the cupboard of smelly goodness heaven. I feel her falter under my gaze. She glances that way and — phone! Noooooo