So I think to make her smile or grin from ear to ear I will post my old, very old pic of mine with my cat who has 14 stripes.
You know Alicia you are another stone in the milky way and I love throwing stones at your stone. Don't you have enough salt?
My kitty cat knows! I hope you do know about it. Or only the philosopher and physicist knew about colors?
Sometimes there are cues and miscues in blogging. I know and aware that some of you are reading my blogs for the sake of curiousity I think. One way or another you learned from every details arising from any of my many blogs here in the internet. There are probably few people who hate my guts and for my very direct approach to tackling my negativity in some aspects of my life. Okay you can fool yourself by being too positive in your method of facing the light and life of yours but who's fooling yourself but you. Some of us are over conscious and pretentious and I want them to be honest and sincere because I'm not here to be glamorous and plastic just like you are. I hate liars and most of all nonsense super duper pretentious people who think they are so good and full of cliche'
What blogs are for? If you are just fooling yourself this is not the right medium for 'ya. You know and I know when life sucks and stop sending me some crappy messages.
Okay? Enough of that. Truth hurts it's true. What doesn't hurt?
Since my tiger cat is in the picture I would like to relate a story about our family pet. Actually this is a true story. Our family cat is named Tiger because of its hairy color and the peculiar stripes it covered its skin. We had that kitty cat for over five years. She grew up with us and nursed the baby puppy that was brought to us in our home by our uncle who at that time was Charlie's friend and co-star in war movies.
Our cat gave birth to too many tiny cute kittens plus having that baby puppy who at that time barely able to open up its eyes but lucky enough that the mother tiger cat able to nurse all of them. My grandmother likes tiger but not all his kittens. She had asthma and the fur balls from these handful kittens are suffocating her health so she dumped the kittens right there at the concrete well near the hospital. Nobody wants the kitten though, the neighbors don't want any. I feel sorry for those kittens.
However, the next day we were shocked when here comes the group of kittens at our doorstep. Gheez what happened? How these cute teeny weeny kittens able to come back at our home? Grandmother got so mad, furiously she sacked them all and returned to the well again. You think they would able to return? Who knows?
Thinking about the well, near the hospital where too many strayed cats and jumping frogs where my sister and I used to gather at least two frogs for their Biology experiment made me cringe because of the many old stories about the cobras that were released during the Japanese Filipino American war. Maybe, maybe those kittens will just stay there for good together with other mature cats away from my grandmother. The rest of my old stories are just part of my novela and relating some of them would be a spoiler. So---ciao for now!
