Thursday, April 21, 2011
Poor Kitty
I was sitting here tonight feeling so bad. Just sad. SF had a bad week in school and lied about it to me. People can say what they want, but I think he is a boy who needs a father figure so desperately. He needs to do guy things and wrassel. I try to entertain him. Sometimes I'm just distracted. I do blame myself. As I'm sitting here tapping this out I notice a few cars slowing down as they drive past my house. I look out the window and see a pile of fluff. Grab the binoculars to see. The neighbor boy is out on the median with his cellphone for light. I walk out. It's a cat. Poor thing didn't stand a chance on this street. Mean streets.
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4 comments:
forgive me..but I just read this after NWO's last post..what a terrible irony :)..sorry :)
Oh how sad. Poor kitty.
Regarding the wrasling. My mom got kind of physical with my brother. She never looked totally natural doing it, but they tickled and air-boxed, and played tag, and you know what? It helped. He settled down some. But she had to keep it up, even though it wasn't really her personality. That's just boys.
Oh dear. . . I keep meaning to give you a call. You know. . you could bring your little guy down to our place to play with Jozie and Coy. . and then you and I could catch up. . .:-) Let me know if you wanna sometime! I think they'd have a fun time together!
fred flintstone was my father figure. + barney.
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