All In A Day!

There I was all comfy and rather warm.

Sitting in my box to ride out the storm.

Pat was out with way too many a mutt.

I can still smell them here at our hut.

The ground became covered with that yucky snow.

Do you think that would stop them? Hell friggin no.

I knew they were coming from this little old bag.

Nanny stopped me from diaper eating. She's such a drag.

So I climbed up to get a rather good look.

Why do they insist on invading our nook?

I will admit they have some very yummy toys.

Cassie said I was nuts. Pffft more for us boys.

Although she played when he came with that stick.

She sure thought that was anything but ick.

I didn't miss my turn, even if it is all a blur.

I kept my distance so he didn't germ up my fur.

But then I just had to go and get that yummy string.

Cassie can go and play with some other old thing.

But he insisted on sharing with each kitty cat.

He even called us both Cassie. How rude is that?

Pat came home just as I decided to rest.

Although Cassie thought she'd put that to the test.

He read and kept the poop machines busy until night.

Then they were sleeping and all was all right.

Pat then tried to make up to my little rhyming ass.

For the moment anyway, I gave him a rather hard pass.

So that was my day as I dealt with each unwanted guest.

Do any of you have anything you'd like to get off your chest?

A Merry One And All!

The cat must have a word with all...

"Of course you do, as you never shut up."

Quiet, Cassie. No one was talking to you. But you fit in. Don't worry.

"I won't...worry that is."

While Pat was whining that his view went from this to...

This! Really? Who wants this? It does bring a few bliss. Back to me though.

I was dealing with this.

"You don't actually look to be dealing with him."

Shut it. It is beside me, so I'm dealing with it. Dealing with your big butt in the shot too.

"My big butt will squash you all merry like."

"Uncle Pattie, Orlin really likes that toy."

See? It interrupted me and is eyeing my toy. 

"I think he was just making an observation."

Nope. Everyone was after my toy.

See? You even wanted it. That is just rude. This sharing and merry stuff needs to take a hike. EVERYONE wanted my toy. EVERYONE!!!

"Drama queen."

"Not me. I have my eyes on another."

Who asked you?

Oh. Maybe he did. Just don't bring him here when you scare the pee out of him. Now back to my toy.

My toy! It's gone. What do you mean it was a Christmas present? I had it early? Oh well. Give it back. I can be merry. Hand it over. Nanny took it. Not fair.

See? I'm merry. Merry Fishing Christmas!

"You might want to stop before you dig a deeper hole."

Oh yeah. I'll dig a hole in the litterbox and leave Nanny something fun. On second thought...

It will be a Merry Christmas all right. Take my toy will she. When she's not looking this tree is coming down. I'll be rocking around the Christmas tree tonight. Just wait, Nanny. But if you put my present back here maybe we could come to some kind of arrangement. Just saying.

Yeah. I kind of stole the gift Nanny had hidden away for me. What? Why should I wait? It isn't like some jolly fat guy is going to care. He's too busy catching diabetes. But as I wait for my toy, and maybe or maybe not knock this tree down, I hope all out there in blogland have a great Christmas, Hanukkah, Festivus, or just a few days off from the work grind. Nope. My toy still hasn't left my mind. I'm sure by next Christmas the thought will pass. Right now I have to go get into more trouble with my little rhyming ass.

Merry Everything everyone. Enjoy the holiday fun!

Balance The Score Forevermore!

Perfectly balanced as can be with a little plug for all to see. What? It's my hut. I balance how I like. But you humans sure make it take a hike. At least a few. Actually, more like a whole lot of you. We won't sugar coat it like those cookies you make. But in them the cat will partake. Baked goods are a win. If you don't put them away, I'll take em for a spin. Now after a little plug on with the show. I have to show some balance, you know.

 

Balance is key.

Balance is great.

Balance ain't free.

Sorry there, mate.

It's time for work.

It's time to go.

9-5 is such a perk.

Wait...wait...although.

We need you more.

We need you now.

We need's the encore.

Don't have a cow.

So you get home at ten.

So you go back for six.

I control the check pen,

So do it and take your licks.

Kids can be raised by others.

Your spouse can get love elsewhere.

Screw the fathers and mothers,

We only pretend to really care.

You're needed more.

That must make you tingly.

If not, there's the door.

Go be poor and mingly. 

But balance was said?

I don't remember that.

You made that up in your head.

Leave the balance to a cat.

Or those yoga fools.

They are all bendy.

You sit and use those work tools.

No need to get trendy.

You want more pay?

For doing what was asked?

A job well done is all I'll say.

Now get back to what was tasked.

Was that a nod?

Great. I'm glad you agree.

Follow every other cod.

I have a golf game at three.

The cat has to roll his eyes as the word balance flies. I think many lost the meaning of it. Or they just have to take the shit. Have to pay the bills. Can't go head for the hills. Maybe there they have goat yoga though. Wouldn't that ruin the flow? Thankfully Pat doesn't bring goats home to do it. It's bad enough watching him do it as we sit. Anyway, back to the fictional balance of it all. Has your work life balance taken a fall? Was it ever even there? Are you just bendy and don't care? On this work stuff the cat is glad he gets a big pass. It all would annoy my ever-so-relaxed little rhyming ass.

If it's balance you seek, you may be up the creek. 

A Little Sunday Sinks

Along we go once more with some sinks. As in the cat will try and get some things to sink in. It is a hard job with the human race, but I'll continue to try. Only been at it for nearly a decade. What's a few more? So onward we go after a little plug.

Two sides to every story they say. Who they are we still don't know. Can't spoil the surprise of they anyway. If we did, then we'd have to go with them. What's after that we have no clue. Back to the story. If there are two sides, does that mean all my stories need a sequel/reboot/remake? Damn, that is just too much work. What if there is only one person? Does the road have a side? Don't you get the two sides divided vibe from that pic? Either way, it makes my story happy because all of this left.

This was just a few miles down the road a previous day. Looks pretty, they say. I wish I had some, they say. In our experience those "theys" don't last long. They've come here to retire or work or whatever and quickly hit the road. They can't handle the cold. They just had a fantasy in their head about it and thought it would be grand living with it. Like the driveway would magically get shoveled, the snow would magically melt, and the roads would magically be cleared. And the power would never ever magically go off. Pfffft. Two sides to a story or not, sticking with the fantasy in the story is much better than trying to live it and finding out it was a big whoopsy.

Speaking of whoopsy. Uncle Pattie got blamed for breaking his thingy. Then Cassie took the blame. That poop machine sure wanted someone to blame. Orlin doesn't roll off the tongue as easy, so I was safe from blame. But while the kiddo is cute doing it, other people aren't. Can't you humans just own your mistakes and stop trying to blame the person who took the picture of the snow for your stupid fantasy not being true? Or you know, the million other things you blame everything and everyone else for.

Now if you were to blame these cows for being late, then that might apply. But then would the cows be the problem or the farmer who didn't keep the cows inside the fence? Or maybe it was you for driving too slow and not getting there before the cows started crossing the road. See? I can shift the blame too. It's easy to do. And hey, I'm sure the cows didn't take the blame. No matter how much you tried to pin it on them.

And as you can see, no snow. But the clouds sure are rolling in. Meaning that blame or not, they are going to keep a coming. Thingy (hopefully thingy) or not, they are going to keep a coming. Two sides or not, they are going to keep a coming. You can only outrun things for so long before the pile gets too big and falls over on you.

The cat will now let that sink in. Did any of it make sense? I just pulled some pics and wrote what first popped in. They seemed to work off one another with ease. Do you think a story has two sides? Do you blame everyone for your mistakes? Have you ever found a fantasy didn't live up to what you had in your head? Do you like driving in and shoveling snow? Have you ever got stuck behind cows? They sure can take their sweet time moo-ving.

This story is done. We hope it was fun.

Into The Future!

Take note that the next IWSG post falls on Jan 8th

In the future we are all rich and retired, right? Wouldn't that be grand? Or would the better question be something like...wouldn't that be million? Yeah, really doesn't have the same ring. Although ring or not, I'd be fine with it. I think I'll have to settle for writing another million words though, if I don't croak first. What? It's the future. I could get hit by a bus. In which case it was probably my own stupid fault for not looking both ways. Don't want a car car or a bus bus to hit me. Uncle Pattie has been hanging out with poop machines too much. I better get on with it before someone finds out I'm the one that told them to say wanker. What? Don't judge.

Let's play a game. Imagine. Role-play. How would you describe your future writer self, your life and what it looks and feels like if you were living the dream?  Or if you are already there, what does it look and feel like? Tell the rest of us. What would you change or improve?

Geez, with all those questions you'd think this would be hard to answer. Or maybe it would make me mouthy. Heck, two words can do that. Okay, I won't embellish. One word can do that. The answer is as easy as can be. In a perfect world...like that is ever going to happen...I'd have enough time to write out the thousands of ideas in my head and it would be my sole job. But again, wouldn't hold my breath on that. Although that might be a better way to go than getting hit by a bus. One has the same odds as winning one of our lotteries up here as getting a book that sells a ton. Lot less work to just flush 5 bucks down the toilet with the lottery. Where's the fun in that though?

Pffft to any of it though as I just keep on keeping on. Don't stress out about the future or getting the ideas out of my head because I'll never ever get all the ideas out of my head even if I lived to be 100 and wrote every minute or every day. So just enjoy the ride, write when I can, edit when I can, and keep on a going. As you have to enjoy life outside of the writing world too. So enjoy, write away, don't stress, and keep on a going. Simple as that. Although if anyone wants to throw a million my way, we wouldn't say no.

Enjoy life, forget the strife.