Around Here Lately...


Can you tell I am miffed? Pat hasn't let me post in forever. So I had to find other ways to set loose my energy until he took the hint. What? I do this anyway? No. Never. Who told you that? Aren't you just glad to see the cat? What? You already saw me this morning? I guess you are one of our 10K followers over at the other place, huh? Yeah. We hang out there more these days. But....but...it is still Pat's fault. Don't forget that. See? I'm still mouthy too. Now on with it at our zoo.

#1 Stay in Place

Does this count? Is it even a thing? Such a foreign word. I guess being an "essential" worker kinda defies that, huh? Would you look at those woodtick pants? At least if he gets lost in the woods he won't be hard to find. Yeah, 8-10 hours a day out and about leaves little time for him to do much computer wise. I'll give him that. But it is still his fault.

#2 Face Mask Nutballs

No picture as we don't want to dirty our feed. Have you seen any? The ones who claim it is their freedom not to wear them even when a store mandates it? Then they fuss when the store won't let them in. Guess what? If it is your freedom not to wear it, it is also the stores freedom not to let you in. Do you whine when they say shoes and shirt is mandatory? Don't like it. Shop elsewhere. By the time your whining is through you could have been in and out.

#3 Growing Mutts


They are growing and holding their pee longer and they are growing to be less annoying to me too. Look at that? We are all in the same spot. I like one more than the other though, so far, just fyi. 

#4 Digging Down Deep


When Pat does have free time look what he does? He goes and digs a hole with the poop machines at the giant litterbox. How rude is that? At least he could have taken me with so I could use it and show them what it is truly for. 

#5 Crummy Cancer


Looks like old Cassie girl may be on her last legs too. Crummy cancer it most likely is. But she has been back and forth to the vet. Still hanging in there though. I'll give Pat a pass for this one.

#6 Babysitting  Poop Machine Sitting

Would you believe he goes off and leaves me in charge of these two? If you do, you may want to get your head examined. What? Not subtle? Bah, when has the cat ever been subtle? But hey, if he wants to Poop Machine sit then they should be sitting, not lying down. I have to wake them up and make it official.

#7 Scam-a-thon

Do people have nothing better to do than sit at home and try to scam people even more now? Nope. Don't want your pills. Nope. Don't want your fortune. You think I'm hot? Why so are your fake pictures. Block!!! Click this link to see you? Click my furry ass. Block!!!!

#8 Tweet a Little Tweet

Why do people put so much stock in that crap? All it is these days is a "buy me buy me" or "let's fight over stupid shit" or "scam a lot" site. Is it even worth it to have anymore? Maybe with a few select followers but with what it has turned into, always was bad but seems worse now, seems like it has outpaced Farcebook for the cesspool award.

#9 My Little Rhyming Ass


As for me...I've been to the vet for a UTI, kidney stones, acid reflux, and an allergy attack. So maybe I wasn't around because of that? Pfffft nope. Still Pat's fault. All good here now though. Great Nanny even said that "that thing will never die." Can you believe she called me a thing? Me? The cute one there. No way do I hiss at her and swat her and puff my chest out when she runs away in fear. Nope. Not me. Never.

Sorry there isn't a ten just to bug a certain someone's ocd. And that is all from me. Anything strike a nerve? You all masked out? Got some flashy pants? Still enjoy Twitter? How are things around there lately? By there I mean here if it is there to here at your place. Don't get hung up on here or there and just go with it here and now. Blame the there on the singing bass and the here on my ever so snarky little rhyming ass.

Enjoy life, forget the strife.

The Secret's Out!


I guess this post may need a secret handshake to enter. Do you know it? If you attempted anything then you are cut. We don't want any germy mitts touching us. You can keep your cooties. So there is a secret handshake for you. The secret is that there is no secret. Would that be a secret? Beats the heck out of me. I'll get on with it though before my secret not so secret is never again a secret.

Writers have secrets! What are one or two of yours, something readers would never know from your work?

Well considering there is a lot of me in a few of the books and that I have a blabbing rhyming cat that has been spilling things for a decade, I don't think I have anything to reveal. Would that be the big reveal? Could count. We can make it so by saying so, right? Made so. The secret is that there is no secrets. See? We were going somewhere with the blithering at the start.

I'm sure I have a few left though that no one knows, but then I suppose there is a reason no one knows them. Can't really think of any though, as someone knows pretty much everything. Even if it is just one person, that means it is no longer a secret. If one person finds out, unless you off them after telling them, you can bet another will and onward it will go. So pfffft to secrets and away we go.

What? You really really need one? Fine. It isn't a secret because it has been told before but I don't wear underwear. The cat has told you that many a time. Now you know for sure less the rhyme. Happy? Weren't you just dying to know that?

Do you have any secrets that you want to share? Are you a sharer? An over sharer? Do you hate me using sharer so much? Maybe you have had your fair share. Or not so fair share. Have you ever written a secret into a blog post or book? Are you undies free?

Enjoy life, forget the strife.