Sunday, August 14, 2005...
Quote: "I am the Cat who walks Alone and
All Places are the same to me..."
~Rudyard Kipling, the Just So Stories
This'll be your cat entry for this month,
all other conditions none=with=standing...
Last week i had no cats to look after at all.
And it's been, like, five (5) years since i
had the horrible duty of Delivering
boogerag to the Vet. [She expired on the
way.] But~this week, i again had the distinct
honour of looking after my Neighbors'
four (4) felines. THEY are as much my
girls as any---Nutmeg, the eldest thin &
slightly dopplic kitty; Bijou, the dark black
Queen of her realm; Ginger, the partially
free to roam the ramparts neutered Matron
AND Amber, the multi=coloured Lover of
all strange things & circumstance. They
don't think much of me, EXCEPT i clean
their boxes & refill the food & water bowls.
It's their haus and i am just the hired help.
Or perhaps, an unwanted Interloper!
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I have been enjoying my Neighbors' better
air=conditioning and their Superior cable
Television set=up. Plus+, when i go over
there to water the plants, i can briefly forget
that my MANOR is a mid=wise deconstructed
sheet-box. THEY have Newspapers & Mail
coming in evyday; i am trying to send more
out than comes in Until the point where i can
Disappear alltogethre. Their haus is a large
Inspiration to my Minimalist out=look.
Maisiehas as many CATS as that^ it pondres
me much how she finds the time to Schwim!
Such profound mysteries in the middle of
August! Happy happy Joy joy to Fidel Castro
and my other Sister, Kay on their respectif
birfdays (Fidel, 79 & Kay something over 50)
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Monday, August 15, 2005...
And now, Kay has yet anothre reason to
Remember her birfday---the disengagement
from the Gaza Strip! I hear there are some
nice hauses there that are gonna go Wanting.
All that remains for me to do is prove that
I'm a natural Palestinian. Might happen...
Speaking of neighbors~i came home from
werk to=day & was delighted to find a pile of
snail mail inside my door. [since i cancelled
the news=paper, i am schtarved for light
reading.] Alas & Alack--it was too good to
be true; every missive was intended for the
fambly which shares the Twin. BUT i am not
complaining! I'd rather look at anyone else's
mail anyday than deal with what little
correspondence finds its Way to me. (The
grand Thundre=Schtorm last night almost
took me off the GRID alltogethre. ZAP!)
Which means, perhaps, that i can catch up
[like evybody else] on what's happening in
GLOW=LAND. I said,"perhaps." Zing.
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