Come In: Not the Cat's Meow

Why You Have Come Here

If you have arrived here seeking sanctity or blessing, then you will have to provide your own cloak and dagger. I only confess to the daily struggle to treat the world with the respect it has earned in my estimation. We all look to the sky and wonder. I feel the whisper of the ages calling and know not what flutter or ripple calls true. My approach is to touch your life in only the manner in which you prefer. As we all must suffer at some time, then I feel we all deserve, also, the right to laugh. My smile is my weapon, and at times my words also I use to defend.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Not the Cat's Meow

Anyone who has been around me knows that I am deathly allergic to cats. All the world is a but and this story is , too. But, Julia gave us three for the barn because the barn needs cats to keep the attacking swallows at bay. So, in my world, cats are a no-no. Just taking these photo opportunities gave me huge red welts, swollen eyes, and an inhaler moment. We are trying to get them to stay in the barn but they are people cats and I highly suspect Julia's girls played with the kittens a lot before we got them.
Might as well name them. Flopsy, Mopsy , and Cottontail. I have no idea which is which and hope that they soon disassociate themselves from my sphere. I am much more in tune to dogs.

One of them is on my patio table...Eddy just watching. I was appalled and sprayed the kitten with water hoping to convince it that it would have bad memories of the table.