|Purred: Thu Mar 24, '11 5:15am PST |
|don't worry.....RADIATION BEING DETECTED ALL OVER OUR COUNTRY.
This is Opie Thunderbear, Reporter at Large and small. Hmmmm...I see "THURSDAY" has now become "Tursday". Can only be the work of Joe Thunderbear, trying to make my life miserable.
Well, Mommi is over her flu and flu complications and boy has she lost weight! Had to donate two pairs of shorts to the Blind Thrift Store, among many clothes as Mommi trys to thin out her supply. Get this. Mommi has two closets, one entirely filled with black clothes. And five giant-sized tubs. And stuff on the back of her door, and behind the door there are clothes hanging. Mommi says, "In case there's a catastrophe or a natural disaster. I could grab what i want most to wear" This sounds like the ramblings of a....of a.....HOARDER! To which Mommi agrees. ALSO, she has clothes behind the bedroom door in a place dubbed "The Black Hole" In more important gnus (sorry Mommi), yesterday we saw online at the NBC website that the radiation has drifted across our contry and has been picked up on the east coast (note to Reeree and them: GET LEAD SUITS NOW! AND IODINE TABULETS!) But wait..
Now, we must fight hysteria and be reassured the radiation is miniscule. Mommi remembers, as well as other "baby-boomers"
not being able to eat snow in her childhood as it had "fallout."
In other gnus, Joe Thunderbear has become more spoiled. Yes, it's true. Now he insists Mommi bring him his food and places it on the foot of her bed, where Joe hung out during Mommi's long convalescence.
(she was coughing out blood from her sinus drainage, and her nose would bleed and she had a fever etc! Now she has regained her strength and yes, she brings Joe his food and puts it where-ever he likes, unlike the other poor moggies who must leap up to the food table. OH! yesterday Ro got us a new used kitty park, those ones that are vretical and covered with carpet and everyone can go exploring now. Also, she changed our food to "9-Lives" which we all adore (except for me at the bridge, as I dine on manna from heaven.) Everyone LOVES the 9-lives. It is all we can afford right now. Lessee what else. Joe and Barney Jo (Barneby Jones as Mommi calls 'im) got flead yesterday. Boy has the price of flea meds has gone up! Mommi has ceased her indiscriminant make-up purchasing, as well as no ice cream bars. OR CLOTHES!!
What else---it's been warm, but not too, and no need to run air conditioning. Also, Mommi and Ro fed a poor homeless new-mommy doglet (it was small) the other day. And NOW, we have a new kitty who is feral and comes up to eat...it is a boy flame point part Siamese with blue eyes, and right away Mommi started thinking genetically about breeding Sophie to him to see if chocolate-colored gene will come out. Not to worry, Mommi is through with breeding, as there's just too many cats and ferals to consider.
I guess that's all for now--I beat Joe Thunderbear at his own game---now he can't post a report on his "Blab-Rag"!!!
So, that's all for now,
O. Thunderbear, Esq., M.D., and notary public. And PhD in Cat Sciences. Oh, and Lord of Furrey-on-sneezing....uh-oh!
Edited by author Thu Mar 24, '11 5:22am PST
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