lily and the bird

We used to be a freakin' cat breeding house up here on the hill. They are just "so cute" when they're stray and starving. Lauren's first cat came was named Screamer. All of them since then have had names, even the ones who went onto kitty heaven. Well...maybe not the ones who got born in the basement where Mr. Snake lives. I lost count on that batch. Not too long after the sometimes off again on again roommate took that brood to live at the dairy farm the river for target practice , BG got a calico as a Christmas present from her boss and his mom. Lily was promptly fixed so that we would not have grandkittens, and their love affair began. Lilypie sat on Sandy's shoulder, and she recognized me as the elder of this house so that's where she perched in her early days on Pecan Lane *meow*

BG has totally spoiled her rotten with long lazy naps over the years. I never noticed the mockingbird until she pointed out to me the fact that Lily is scared to go outside when her natural demeanor is to prowl around the farm. This bird is LOUD and has his bluff in on our crazyass cat. Luckily I'm at the sawmill most days and don't hear that drama. It's enough just to listen to the bitching up in there about who said what when and how that all worked out. Corporate America......gotta love it.

Meanwhile, back in the ocean it seems that the hay didn't work and that gusher is getting tossed to and fro by our first hurricane of the season. The cynical side of me wants to get all pissy about Obama playing golf while our southeastern coast gets soaked with crude, but then I remember when Dubya rode smooth past all of the issues that he inherited and I blame us rather than them. As long as our societies depend on imported shit to grow the economy, there is no future for mother earth. What really pisses me off is that corporate America sold out an entire generation to cheap labor in other countries when we could have done it ourselves with compassion, dignity and decent healthcare. Shame on you insurance and big pharmacy. Good on the ones of us who do it because we love people and believe in change.

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