Friday, November 10, 2017

toast my tootsies

A brisk and bristling breeze has overtaken the day.

It makes old sods like me wish that someone would impose global warming ... NOW.

Alternatively, I suppose we could have summer ... which I seem to have missed.

1 comment:

  1. Nearly two years ago when I first met my cat, it was not receptive of me, I never had a solution for this. I bought it some fish pie, it refused to eat it. This cat was in a way rather troublesome because while all cats have claws, this cat taught me the ironic philosophy that even though it cannot read or speak, it prefers a Muslim owner. Eventually it relocated to where my community gardening was, I thought to myself back then, since it was going to hang around my place, I bought it a red cat collar. I put it on, and it was a decent size, yet, within less than a week or two a neighbour removed the collar. The collar was meant to be a protection signifying a homo sapien responsibility, but while the cat could not remove the collar by itself, it obliged when that neighbour freed it. It ended up becoming that so called Muslim cat coming under my collective watch. Now that it's dead, the water aggregate within me just want to tell somebody such as anybody that I am not a Muslim. The cat converted to Islam but I did not and will never. If it dies and needs a Muslim prayer, again I can offer it my metta, but I don't handle Muslim funeral services.