iKuddle Litter Box?

I have had many cats over the years. Each one of them have been fastidious in their…potty routine! I took a survey among the felines that live in our happy abode, current day and the response was the same.

“Momma, that funny looking, motorized, cabinet…scares the shit out of us!”

Perhaps, that is what the product was designed to do!

the Musical Finger of Grief

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I am willing to point my one finger of grief at the ‘strange and unusual’ things.

Stuff like:

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  • Trolls live under bridges
  • There are criminally insane persons running around state hospital grounds!  Just running loose like squirrels in the spring.

(Wait, that could be true.  I am a product of two state hospital patients (one of which lived on the secured psychiatric unit.  And, both Ma and Pa were insistent that I did not cut through hospital grounds due to nefarious beings with shackles around their ankles.)

Regardless, there are still many proven, solid, scientific, ideals…that I choose to denounce.

  • Catholic priest are basically good
  • Adult men, in boy scout uniforms, are just bonding with small boys when they hold sleepovers on a mountain side
  • I really can talk to the animals.  Particularly, the Dogs.  Not the Cats per-say.  I used to talk to the Cats but it felt like confession to a deaf ears.

And, presently, another train of thought…I just cannot swallow…

Christian author: Trump is under attack from ‘multidimensional Luciferian advanced beings’

Last week, End Times author Paul McGuire appeared on the Jim Bakker Show and declared that President Trump is currently engulfed in “the greatest spiritual battle in the history of all mankind.” He expanded on his claim on his radio program this Thursday, this time clarifying that the battle is with “advanced beings” who possess “supernatural multidimensional” powers.

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I get it.  Aren’t we all in the greatest spiritual battle of our lives?  Yet, as a not newly released Pagan/Curious Spirit, my waking moments are not filled with ‘let’s go get those evangelicals’ behavior.

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One more falsehood, I wish to pursue…

I do not believe in the Burning Bush for the simple reason…

If you or anyone, Moses, Noah, Adam, Eve and/or Ruth (no relation) came across a ‘burning bush’…Smokey would tell us to put the fucker out!

 

 

Conversation with a Cat #2

Conversation with Bernie the Cat after him using the ‘box.’  Understand…his box, and my bathroom are housed within the same four walls.

Oh I can’t take another heartache…
Though you say you’re my friend, I’m at my wit’s end”

I had been beside myself…with the aroma…swarming the room.

My eyes all aglow as though, Linda Blair from the Exorcist…

“You say your love is bonafide, but that don’t coincide!!!  With the lack of love, impudent affection…with all the things that you do!

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And, when I ask you to be nice, Bernie, you say…”

“You’ve gotta be cruel to be kind, in the right measure.  Cruel to be kind.  It’s a very good sign when you clean the box.  Cruel to be kind…when I walk away from your touch…means that I love you!”

Anguished from the devil’s love on four white paws.  Disturbed by the missing access to Lysol…I pouted…

“Well I do my best to understand dear!  But you still mystify and I want to know why.  I pick your shit up off the ground.  Just to have you turn your nose up in the air…and knock me down again and again.”

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Disgusted with humans, humanity and closed in places…The ‘Bern’ turned his stinky ass toward me…sashayed out the door and only responded with…

“You’ve gotta be cruel to be kind, in the right measure.  Cruel to be kind!  It is a very good sign!  Cruel to be kind…means that I love you!”

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Conversation with the Cat

“What would you do if I sang out of tune?  Would you stand up and walk out on me?  I asked with hesitation.

“WTF.  Are you off meds again.  I walk out on you all the time?”  hissed the cat.

“I bet your wondering…What do I do when my love is away?

“Does it worry you to be lone?  You are such a pussy.” spit the cat.

“I bet you’re wondering…How do I feel by the end of the day”

Watching the thought bubble dribbling from the Cat’s head.  I had known the answer…

“Who gives a shit?”

The Cat smirked, a Cheshire Cat smile…“Are you sad because you’re on your own?”

Frustrated and bleeding from recent cat scratches: I spoke with more authority…

“No, I get by with a little help from friends.  I get high with a little help from my friends.  I’m gonna keep trying with…a little help from my friends!”

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After the Cat took a dump in the litter box.  She strutted back…

“Do you need anybody?  Could it be anybody?”

Not feeling the love…I shouted…

“I just need somebody to love, goddamn it!”

The Cat had recently met a new, un-neutered Tom Cat in the backyard.  And, she had been strutting about the lawn…as of late.

She questioned me…“Would you believe in love at first sight?”

“Yes, I’m certain that it happens all the time!”

After leaving her new boyfriend bemused and confused.   The scent of her daydream believer had turned to dangerous, frisky night.  Her next philosophical inquiry?

“What do you see when you turn out the light?”

Coming back from lighting a scented candle.  Hoping to overwhelm the cat box aroma of evil.  I settled back in the fur lined desk chair.

“I can’t tell you but I know it’s mine.”

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The Cat finally flopped at my feet antagonizing me.  Teasing me to scratch her belly! “Fuck that.  Loving and hating you…is such a fine line!”