The Guess Who

A friend not yet born in 1969 just sent this and I had to laugh. He does not realize why it is so pertinent. “I got got got no time — no time left for you!”  I’ve got got got no time for blog drama. Seasons change and so have I, no need to wonder why.

The next time I get a comment that makes me scratch my head for more than fifteen seconds on how to respond diplomatically, as though this were a class or a professional blog (which it is most decidedly not), I will just press the delete button no matter from whom the comment comes.

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I merciless in all ways. I am going to borrow the cat trap again and trap a cat, and either send it to the country or to the pound. This cat invades almost daily; tonight it got into the house, sprayed my cat, and scratched him before I could chase it out. My cat is not a prissy indoor cat, but he is not aggressive, either.

Can you imagine what it would be to be a cat and have to lick off this cat’s spray?  I almost can. Next year I may learn how to drown kittens if I progress at my current rate. If I do, it will be bracing.

Axé.


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