Happy Friday to All. It’s been a busy month for blogging and for being out and about. Was able to get a first bike ride in, went to Meijer Gardens a few times, out to a movie with friends, to dream group, out for lunch with friends, out to an open mike night to listen…
Category: cats
POPO 2025 — Day 30 — Dotty’s Prognosis
Dotty’s Prognosis Stage 3 of 3, aka the worst. 12-18 months eta to heaven. Her frankenbelly pale, a shaved expanse criss-crossed with thin, dark suture. “Bad news,” I message my kids, “will tell you more later.” Honestly, I don’t have the heart. Why such a small, gentle cat was given a life filled with misery,…
POPO 2025 — Day 27 — Dotty Goes In
Dotty Goes In Dotty goes in for her surgery in 2 days. The once-small lump near belly button keeps growing. Today it is a golf ball hemisphere. It doesn’t bother her like it bothers me. She writhes on her back, purring, while its red angry presence laughs. Fuck you, tumor. Soon you will be jarred,…
POPO 2025 — Day 9 — She
She (for Mlady) She pads on silent paws that end feather-light leg bones attached with sleek tendons and muscles, housed in long, cottony-soft fur. She moves effortlessly this mute huntress, from screened door to screened door watching chipmunks scurry, bright-striped, brown-patched, along their chipmunk paths.
Mlady and Dotty Sunday Morning
Since Ob and I were conversating on his beloved Aukso yesterday, it reminded me I haven’t posted many pics of Mlady and Dotty lately. Because both of them were vying for my attention this morning in my usual spot on the couch, I decided to change things up on them and sit in the atrium…
dVerse — MTB (2nd) — [untitled] cherita
soft breath curled she sleeps plush cushion bed forgotten stitches diagnoses nightmare dreams kittens and journeys journeys and kittens dreams nightmare diagnoses stitches forgotten bed cushion plush sleeps she’s curled breath soft Kim inspired me to try to write a double cherita. Dotty is having some health issues and this poem is about her. Cherita…
#FF — One More Time (fan-fic)
PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford One More Time Ripley stretches her new body, disturbing Jones’ sleep. He meows in protest, stands, hunch-stretches, and heads for the kitty box. Coffee! Her body says. Espresso gurgles and steams. Ripley’s lips have just touched the rim of the cup when her comms unit goes off. “We need…
Tao-Talk 