Tag Archive: cats

Unsolicited

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  During this week, unable to talk due to laryngitis, I have had so many calls from various “unknown” numbers — or names I don’t recognize — that I’ve wanted to pull the… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Speechless

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  I’m here with my $758 kitty, who was in the kitty hospital for 2 days with a blocked urethra.  He’s standing in front of the keyboard, as usual, so I have to… Continue reading

99 word #prompt : Fire

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April 4, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about fire. It can be a flame that burns or a light that inspires. Follow the flames and go… Continue reading

#Cat help (more like a #writers nemesis)

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This is my ever-present “helper,” Able to leap onto my keyboard in a single bound, and whose feet have more brain power in them than his head. Remember the old Bob Newhart series… Continue reading

Not-quite-Wordless Wednesday

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    ©Joelle (I need my own house) LeGendre

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Time change

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I’m being lazy today, so I copied a post I wrote in November of 2018. If it looks familiar, you now know why. I’m glad I copied it — I didn’t realize just… Continue reading

The writer’s not-quite-bright cat

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Other Brother Coon Cat (OBCC) is about to find my last nerve and stomp on it. . I was sleeping soundly when, around 11:45, I heard a BAM, a rustling of bushes, and… Continue reading

$366 Cat

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Other Brother Coon Cat (aka OBCC)  is middle-aged  — almost 9 years old.  This weekend he was going to the litter box at least once every half hour, most of the time nothing… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Why did I become a cat people?!

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I sit here…wondering… “Why did I spend days washing urine-soaked bedding, and what is it about cats that enslaves my heart to the point where I’ve been petting the little B@$tard for 10… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : World poli-ticks

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The Tiny Terror, after two grueling days of enacting vengeance on Mom: He discovered it’s harder to find your own food than wait for Mom to open a can.   He didn’t come home… Continue reading