Cat Casonova

Sammy the Georgian tuxedo, Black n white, My wife is fussing! Georgian too! Sammy has falling in love, Three Quasqueton,Iowan firballs, Miss Emily,Purfect, meow, Sophie grey calico always eating any food left upon his saucer, Meow! And last but not least Teddy, Now we thought Theodora was female, Purr,Meow! Tonight Teddy hissed first time atContinue reading “Cat Casonova”

Pants matter

When dad were alive Mom dad called Mother Marian Calling to dad ‘what are you wearing!’ Dad’s reply ‘A shirt and a pair of pants!’ For heavens sake, One lesson of take away, Always, No matter what when rising grab pants, Today in the kitchen stood I! Standing long TShirt on, Pants not with me,Continue reading “Pants matter”

Trust

Earned trust has value Trust is not a gift Its weight is beyond heavy Its earned like a dollar Trust is not a gift Trust like love is priceless Its not replaceable Real blood is spilled by those that misuse it. Family values mote then friends Today my baby sisters body got cremated. I’m beyondContinue reading “Trust”

Underneath

Sounds better in my head Fear instilled from dream Napmare I dreamed my Black Craddled in my arms Tugging on my heart Still mine beats In my napmare Mr.Black my big black cat’s heart beats no more! No more the snarle at momma kitty No more would he sneak past her Dead of night BoundContinue reading “Underneath”

First week August

Last night felt like first October My cat and I slept like logs Tucked under two blankets You know quilt and throw! Until I yelled get off me cramped! Drank some water Took a stroll Recovered me and of course cat Garsh darn if it were not fifty-three this morn A week past not aContinue reading “First week August”

Writers,I

Writers,I write because its essential Air intake a must Writing a need We drive or walk Swim ir stroll Smell the rose Love Things some are nice Trust may never occur again Humans some animals me , broken Kicked Bullied Writers refuge Pen, paper Devestated Thats why our stories matter See a need is fullfillingContinue reading “Writers,I”

Flour

Sometimes I’m really tempted to slap people.People sometimes tend to shut off blood supply to their brains.I had mentioned a friend was going to go to the food bank and collect for me flour and surgar. Friend: Val that us stupid their cheap at the groccery store or Wal-Mart. First of all its been eightContinue reading “Flour”