Hey Everyone,
 
I have just had my ears cleaned very well by Miss Esmerelda.  I am going to
have to check for new places to put earrings though, she got a little over
enthusiastic with her chewing.
 
Yes, I am bored.  Well, not really.  Kinda strange being finished with
school.  Never thought I would make it.  And I am mad, got a B on my class
participation grade in creative writing.  Me?  Not an A?  Can you really
imagine me not participating enough?
 
Oh, I know someone who got locked out by their ferrets today!!!  Nah Nah
Nah.  ;-P
 
I got a letter from someone tonight about my posts.  It was a very nice
letter from someone I have never met or written with.  But she had a
suggestion, and I think it could be put to good use.
 
She said she would be willing to pay to see me and Mo' Bob in the same room
together.  I figure, hey, make this a fund raiser at the anniversary party!
I am sure we could raise enough money to keep all the shelters in business
for a year or two.  Even after we subtract the costs of medical treatment.
We could even go for a Guinness book record- longest argument over nothing
in the history of the world.  Or should I say anything?
 
Had a neighborhood cat trying to figure out just what was running around my
room a while ago.  I have french door thangies on my patio and I leave the
blinds pulled up about a foot so the farts can look out.  Well, here sits
this huge black cat watching the farts chase each other, while my cats are
having fits inside watching this cat that isn't watching them.  And then
Georgie went crawling up on his belly because his cats brothers were so
freaked out, he wanted to know what was going on.  All the while, this poor
black cat was oblivious to the concern he was causing.  He was intranced.
 
I have been accused of having a wicked sense of humor.  Moi?  Surely you
jest.  I figure if you can't have fun, what is there?  I got it from my Mom
and it has served me well in the changes in my life.  Yes, I get a little
weird, but it is the creative person in me.  Honest.  It doesn't have
anything to do with someone called Jill.  Who goes around claiming to be
another person inside me.  Nothing whatsoever.  So if you think it is me and
she says she is Jill, just don't listen to her.  What is that old saying, if
they can't take a joke...(joke folks, joke).
 
Things have been a might serious lately.  It's summer, the sun is here,
let's all smile.  Everything will work out.  There is a reason for
everything.  Let's see, anything else?  Had enough platitudes?  How about
some koans to really mystify everyone.
 
What is your original face before your mother and father were born?
 
Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them...there is
nothing.  (Sartre)
 
If I knew myself, I would run away. (Goethe)
 
Maggie Mae and the multitudinous mustelids (who think Mom has way too
much time on her hands)
[Posted in FML issue 1935]