Kitty Muster: Roll Call! Fall in! (You Pussys!) No State-Secret How Much I Love Cats.

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Cred For Vid: Stray Cats

Who Ever Said That The Eighties Were Completely Devoid of Great Music?

(Oh Yeah, I Guess I Did–. My BAD!)

Vid Cred: CatsCovers

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Had Five
Cats
Stand by…

And I will tell you why.

When I first met my soon to be third wife, (Shakespeare / Marlow Professor), She announced to the class, First Day of Class:

“My Name is ‘Lisa,’ but you may address me as ‘Professor’, or ‘Doctor Lisa.’ “

She continued:

I have three ex-husbands and five cats.”

(I was ‘instant – enamored’)

Three weeks later we were living together.

Of course I had to drop out of her class… well just because… I was ‘honorable,’ back in those days.
Seems to me I had two choices. I could sleep with her, or remain her student.

Not both.

I chose the former.

First time she invited me into her apartment the kitties all went crazy, running about, knocking over shit.
Vases, bowls in the kitchen, magazines, flower pots, etcetera.

She said, “They do this every time I return home. They’ll calm down in a few. Wanna drink?”
“Of course” I said.

Then Kitty Roll Call/Introductions:
Oldest to Youngest:

John Paul (AKA ‘Kitty) Old and pure white and touch me not.

Sabrina, Fat and gray, dumb as a box of rocks, huge belly, dragged the floor.

(Months later when we all moved into a real house with real wooden floors, I would spray her belly with Pledge and watch her walk about, dusting the floors…)

Lisa was not amused.

(But I was)

Midge (AKA: “Moochie”) Tiny. Pure solid black. Tiny. Small of frame. I could almost put her in my shirt pocket.

Henry. Large, very large Orange Buff Tabby. Sweetest disposition of ANY Cat I had ever known. He was the ‘Peace-Maker’

Henry had just one character flaw:

Every time I was on the telephone, he would jump onto my lap and ‘Meow’ his ass off.

He Always Had to be the Center of my Attention.

He just would not allow me to have him second in my attention.

Lucia! (AKA “Chia” Cat From Hell.) Black and white. Had a body like Mary-Lou Retton,

kinda chunky and muscular and just as agile. First time I introduced myself, she bit me.

Then She clawed me. Left me bleeding.

(Not Mary Lou: Lucia)

(It was Love at First Bite)

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Bonus Added Values:

Camila Cabello!

Shorter Version:

You’re Welcome

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To Be Continued…

I am just a Foolish Fool! Up-Dated–I Cannot Seem To Wrap My Moron Mind Around How I Managed To Leave Out Some Of The Most Important Vids!

“She’s Like The Wind”–“Just A Fool to Believe”

“Jennifer Grey, Okay?! I Know She Was a Famed Flaming Bitch to Work With–Precisely Why I Love Her So Marvelous Much!

(And Some Other Superfluous Stuff)”

This is So ‘Eighties’

I LOVE IT!

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“She’s Like The Wind”

“Dirty Dancing”

Screen Test:

Like The Wind:

I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That she’ll stop the pain?
Living without her
I’d go insane
I feel her breath in my face
Her body close to me
Can’t look in her eyes
She’s out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She’s like the wind

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She’d Drive Me Insane

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Dirty Dancing – “Mambo – Dance Training” (1987)

Cred Fir Share: Stu Pollard

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Fool to Believe

The Doobie Brothers – What A Fool Believes

Pay Close Attention to the Lyrics

or

You Miss The Entire Point of the Exercise

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(This below is a Very Gaay Vid, But I Love The SONG)

Jennifer: Honesty

Wonderful Classy Lady:

Just a Fool To Believe

Love Her…. Unconditionally

(And That’s A Stretch For Me)

YES! JENNIFER!

Time of Your Life

Thank You Beautiful Lady For Enriching Mine

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Uh…
Just to kick this off,

Please watch to this bit to get y’all in the mood:


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Off To The Rodeo!

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Sahara Hare Right There! (Below)

 

Here is a ‘novel’ approach (Well not really for me)

However maybe for Y’all:

This is a ‘work-in-progress’. Most writers polish, polish, polish, then anguish, anguish, anguish, and then… finally… publish. I subscribe to a slightly different philosophy tenet philosophy: “Just throw it out there and fix it later.” Probably not wise, but what the hell?

Anyway. Yup. This is a ‘work in progress’ (process?) and yes, I do have (buried somewhere in the dank, dark, dank, deep, nether depths of my addled mind) a purpose for this post. And yes, I hope to coax  lure hoist it up to the surface and board  beach land it, still flopping about, right here on this page.

Might be entertaining (or not) to watch the process. And in this vain vein, I am going to keep all the edits here, just as an experiment. A way to look into the my writing/editing process. (“Now damnit, I do hope I can come up with a valid subject to go along with this ‘wonderful’ prose.”)

To (obviously) be continued…Please don’t change touch that dial!

(And, as usual: nothing works if you don’t click the video/sound bite below)

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Yes.

Moody Blues?

Dare I say?

Genius?

Naw!

“Just What You Want to Be, You’ll Be In The End.”

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Boz Scaggs

Just kids havin’ fun

(We are entitled to fun, eh?)

“Who put those idea’s  ideas in your head?”

And…

“The Pursuit of Happiness”

Cred for Vid Share:Redbaron863

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(I read that somewhere)

“Come on back down to Earth Son!”

“Boz, I Am Really Tryin'”

P.S. Yes my mind is a terrible thing. And if you have not clicked all the audio, you will lose Karma. Just sayin’…

Here was my mantra during those six months I spent languishing away in Amman Jordan between Iraq gigs:

Vid Street Cred: Jewfro69man

AND FUCK YOU WORDPRESS!

YOU Arbitrary-illy

PUT MY PROSE WHEREVER THE FUCK YOU FIND IT

‘CONENVIENT’

FUCK Am I PAYING You For??

To Fuck Me?

Without Even a Kiss First?

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Bonus:

Serverely Out of Context

And Unrelated

But This is

How

I Roll

Hahahahahaha!

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Camila Cabello:

Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)

He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na, ah
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh-huh)
Havana, ooh-na-na (uh)

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