You can really tell that I have become the Cat Lady because I can’t resist the puns. I caught Momma Cat. I haven’t seen the kitties for a couple of days. Daddy Black Cat (the one who read the manual on How To Avoid Cat Traps) was waiting for me in the driveway when I returned from the Pasadena Humane Society. He gave me the stink eye. I think he knows what I did.
I’ve no quibble with the feral cats as long as the population stays stable. That means one or two.
I’m retiring from the trap cat biz. The smell of cat food makes me wretch. This incessant blathering about cats bores me.
I need beauty.
Andre Ethier, taken last Sunday just before he hit the game-ending walk-off home run against the Brewers. Yes, the Dodgers blew a 5-1 lead in the top of the ninth. But thanks to Ethier they won in the bottom of the ninth. So there.
2 thoughts on “Catastrophe”
Got beauty? http://thefcblog.com/2008/08/22/two-at-once-to-end-the-series/
I think the term is, Cat WOMAN.