Neighborhood Part 2

The morning ritual of sipping coffee on the front porch with Little the Cat continues today. I get to say hi to the neighbors as they walk by with their dogs. The Prince of Poor Choices just walked by with his untrained German Shepherd who is going to either maul somebody’s animal or worse someday. 

All of our backyards are separated by only fences, and as my little house is uphill, I can see most of the adjoining back yards whilst cooking in my kitchen. 

The other day, he was back there pretending to be a Polynesian fire dancer. Six foot red head Mthrfr swinging around flaming batons. He drops one and catches part of the lawn on fire. Genius had nothing with which to extinguish it, so there he was holding two flaming batons and trying to stomp out his on-fire lawn in his flipflops. 

It took several minutes but he managed it. 

Thank goodness, because I was not in the mood to have to call 9-1-1 because the neighborhood is on fire. 

I haven’t seen him do it since. Hopefully he finds another hobby soon.

Neighborhood Part 1

I’m sitting on my front porch with Little sipping coffee. This is one of her favorite morning things. People walk by with their dogs. Lots of dog walking goes on here. 

I just realized that Little is the only non-pedigree animal in the whole neighborhood… except for the squirrels and birds. 

Seriously, when I tell people I have a cat they ask me either what breed or was she expensive. No, really. It’s that kind of neighborhood. 

I have yet to say that I rescued her from the squalor of an antique store and she was feral when I got her. But luckily she was young enough where she tolerated people. Or me at least. Barely. 

I just realized how much I have in common with my cat.