Is This Thing On?
Can't believe I'm finally on my blog again. Some sort of lower life form (kid) is always on this here computer and I have to fight to get a snippet of internet time. Now that I'm here, I can't think of anything to write about. Okay, I'll update you on the kittens. They're pretty much weaned and ready to go. I've been sweating it out trying to find good homes for them. I wanted to keep them with close family, but beggars can't be too choosy if you know what I mean. The neighbor girl wanted Coco, and I thought about it all last weakened. But then something terrible happened. The little neighbor boy put Camille in our toilet. I heard a screech and ran through the hall and saw Julia cradling the poor thing with a towel. Julia told me what the little boy had done, with shocked eyes and voice. I praised her over and over for saving the little baby! It all happened so fast—I was putting away the toy horn the little boy had just been chasing kittens with, blasting in their ears. I'm still in shock! So, anyway, I'm not going to let any kittens go over there. No way. No how.
My beautiful niece Rose wants Picasso (which, er, happens to be a girl and not a boy, so La Picasso is her new name). I don't blame her. La Picasso is a calm, sweet, lovely kitten with beautiful markings. I was thinking of keeping her myself, but I'm so happy Rose will take her home.
Coco, the cute rascal, might end up a barn cat at a famous golf star's house. It's a long story, but the wife of the famous golf star says she needs two barn cats, so Coco and Camille (whom we now know is a boy so I've aptly started calling Camille BRUCE to toughen him up) might go live the wild life together.
That leaves me with little Opera. All black, with triangle head and sharp eyes. She looks like a bat. Bat Cat. She loves to be in my lap, and she reminds me of my beautiful cat that died last year so I can't not keep her.
So that's it. I gotta start writing. Actually, I'm reading The Grapes of Wrath right now, but I'm going to try to write a little each day to get back on track.
How is everything in your part of the world?