to the doctor's I go today. The day is slow and long and the night was worse. I had to reboot and run scans on my computer as I have been without Windows Internet Explorer for quite a few months now. So my posts didn't happen nor did my deadlines and the wall was left untouched after so long. I am tired but awake and figured now was as good enough time as any, only not much has happened.
I wanted to say so much but in the sleeping and trivial aspects of day to day banality, I seem to have lost my train of thought. No robbers on horseback to run amok in my head when I have enough diversions unto myself. The sad part is the sense of humor has escaped me. And it makes me wonder. Do clowns ever really feel as happy as their painted on smiles and are there any comedians that haven't had a shitty life of it? Most of you know me by now and those that don't are sure to learn quick that I am a witty bitch and always can find the "funny" in things, even if a darker side of the "haha" itself. I sit here with two of the five four-legged "children" taking residence up against my ample thigh and can't find one funny thing to say! Iggy is asleep as he always is(old man!)with his belly up as if beckoning his "wife" to rub it for him. Hiro feels comfortable enough to approach the beast(me) that is his momma and his surrogate "daddy" and is alongside the latter with his chin on my ankle. The only funny I can find is in how long it took him to get there.
The poor creature is terrified of all things human and even the human looking non-ones too. I have had him under my care now for some three plus years and only now he decides I'm worthy of a conversation or an approach. He tried to sneak into my closet and I calmly told him that he knows damn well that's a "no no" and he looked at me and started swearing at me! His lower jaw started quivering and shaking and he made this barely audible sound as he twitched his face muscles as if to say "fuck you bitch-you ain't my real momma!" then lumped on the bed and away from the closet. I get the same shit from my fifteen year old when she isn't getting her own way, and that... is... funny! For if I told her this she would bawk and make the same damn barely audible sound and her lower jaw would quiver and she'd mutter to herself "fuck you bitch-you ain't the boss 'o me!" So I guess I could estimate the age of a cat as five times that of a human chronologically. Dogs, they say, are seven, but seven years would make Hiro in his twenties and that just doesn't sit right for his attitude, unless I classify him as SLD, "slow learning disability" for long. But as years go my handsome almost hubby Iggy is well over 40 by his years and like most 40yrs old men he eats, cuddles, poops, pisses, and sleeps. He rarely plays the traditional sports and considers hunting a waste of time as his "wife" fetches all his meals. He is an emotional and sweet and doting husband and I am thankful for all the love he gives. Now if only he was a real man! My little yin-yan of kitties is happily content and me too. Tonight will be different and my dinner will be theirs and my water or wine will be too as well as my lap and my "petting" hand. Theirs to use for their affection for I wouldn't want to be accused of being an absent "T" mom, nor a fishwife!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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