No!

Why going ballistic at three o nine am, There’s a damn cat in on my towels I have never used! I need tubs for my blankets, Or totes, Tubs for my never used new towels, Needy animals in my way, Cats all wanting loving, Tied up cupboards to keep cats out. I sit down to

Have you changed?

Email or cell number, It doesn’t change you, But for a writer to loose all they wrote by where they wrote, That’s murder, For a writer what we wrote its loved like children, New better phone, WordPress is acting like now I can’t possibly be me, Bullshit,

New phones

What the F? New phone but word press will not allow me back into my Blogg! The new phones a Samsung! Its great I loose my Anchor podcast, Just hit 1001 followers I loose that too! As a writer I care very little for most things except writing and selling books and my cats.

Cats go

Cats come, Its where they feel safe, Or warm, Secure in love, This morning Boots watched Chester and Molly embrassed in my arms wrapped in my bear blanket, That’s what Boots wanted, He hesitated his way near to me, The kittens rose and departed, Boots is no longer shivering, Wrapped in the warm blanket below

Penny the energizer bunny,

Works from 7pm-3 am, Use to before last summer work a sixty hour week, Disabilied, Worked five years at Mercy One on cane in Waterloo,Iowa,forty miles from home, Secretary ER, Never had a break, Hurts to stand, Hurts to walk, No heat at home for two years, No Furnace, Northern Iowa, Two years, Worked there

Went no where

Food in crock pot, Still tired, Cats on lap, I thought about stuff, Got to rise put flee stuff on firpeople, Not necessary to chat, Eat supper, Data not wasted if resting was needed, I kept those safe in house, Tomorrow when out I’ll seek future endeavors, Return hopefully to those I love, Rest and

Firfamily

When in the bathroom were you followed? I look to my left there’s Dude, Only one cat in bathroom that’s good, Really hate poophing in a crowd, Shoot I was wrong, Dude and Sadie were both beside me, With yourself is best with two cats feels like the pubic bathroom, Except when they are there

Best sleeping drug

Cat in my arms, If your seeking an elaborate poem, My pretty ones, This is but a to the point, Elegant and distinct, I hold a kitty, Can fall asleep ready, Tomorrow after the food bank, A lady who found an orange kitten, Has decided the kitten isn’t a keeper, I think all life is,

Bucket of milk

For two months quart of milk, Not milk milk but milk for those that can’t drink milk, Stood on my first shelf in my fridge, At one time there were two, Gave one to the cats outside without homes, That was not a big success, It was sort of like the old Lays potato chip’s

Serengeti

Plain in Africa, Sounds like my mobile home, Mobile homes stupid name not mobile, Two young males, Loudly proclaiming booty, Not like a pirate, Like a male sniffing for a mate, Eerie sound, Tomorrow they get fixed, No idea how many girlfriends the oldest from Oelwein,Iowa has, Unfortunately only time will tell,