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It was different standing there, touching the stone memorial in the courthouse yard of my late Uncle Julian. “He was killed in the war,” was what I heard growing up. A name, a memory, a sacrifice of a man that could have been part of my life, but wasn’t.
Uncle Julian W. Farrior, buried in Normandy, the memorial in the town of Burgaw, NC. where he and my mother were born.
Feeling the sadness today, of freedom paid for by a story so short and a lifetime of experiences that didn’t happen.
I did not expect company in the bathtub when sinking into a warm bath after a long day. There they were, a row of pre-teenage kittens lined up on the edge of the tub, 4 pairs of eyes moving in unison observing my every move with the utmost of curiosity.
Rather than 4 playful kittens it felt more like I was being watched by alien scientists. Each making note of the smallest detail to later be discussed and debated in their Behavior of the Human Species journal.
Who knew taking a bath could be so eventful?
Nothing like stepping on the carpet and getting that cold squishy feeling between the toes.
Note to self: Tuna fish is not good for kittens.
It makes them throw up. All 6 of them.
“Please don’t use your earphones when around others. It’s not polite, and what if I wanted to ask you what you’d like for dinner?”
My son’s reply, “Could you text me?”
In response to the current toxic face book takeover of what used to be my daily mindless break of funny cartoons, family snaps, lovers’ travels and what-I-had-for-dinner posts; starting today, I have decided to take immediate action.
To be the change I want to see, courtesy of Momma Mia, my foster kitty, I will be taking it back by flooding my pages with kitten pictures. If this gets to be too much cuteness, feel free to ignore and scroll on.
Since there are 5 black kittens and 2 white ones, to avoid any misunderstanding, 71.43% of the pictures posted will be of black kittens and 28.57% of the pictures will be of white kittens.
“I care about you, You are my family. I appreciate all you have done for me.”
Thank you Mowkie, it’s the thought that counts.
Could this have anything to do with the bag of fresh catnip we got in the mail from Aunt Carol?
I told my autistic son, Denver, that we would be helping out a pregnant cat so her kittens wouldn’t grow up wild and get her surgery so she wouldn’t have any more kittens.
He looked at me and said, “They should teach cats how to wear condoms.”
toilet paper glee
Who would have thought that toilet paper on a shelf could get me emotional?
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