Pat Hatt's Blog

Time For Testing Testing

I think it has been a while since the cat posted something here. Who knows though as time is different for a rhyming rear. What? That doesn't count one bit? Bah. Do you think I give a...spit. Admit it to me. Your mind went dirty. I even cheat rhymed there. Oh well. I double dog dare. Why would you double a mutt? Are you that obsessed with sniffing a butt? You better not tell. If so, you may be told to go to...hell. I said it that time. Didn't want to fool you twice with my rhyme. And now away we go. Who will read it? Damned if I know.

Hey! Welcome to the beach. Why don't you come sit on this rock, Bob. I think it is a very good rock. But remember you need to have sat on three other rocks before you sit on this one. It is just the way it is. We can't have you sitting on this rock even though it is the same rock unless you sat on three more rocks first. Tomorrow it may be four rocks before you sit on this rock, but today it is only three rocks. Make sure the rocks are the right brand of rock too or they don't count. You really want to sit on this cool rock and be at the cool kids table, don't you? So sit on those three rocks, excuse me it changed, four rocks first and then you can sit on this rock. The rules are ever changing. I can't help it, Bob. In order to sit on this here cool rock you need the three, excuse me still getting used to the change, four rocks beforehand. Then you will get the full pleasure and worth of sitting on this here fifth rock. But hurry up. Tomorrow it may be the sixth rock.

"Uncle Pattie, you scared the crab away. You shouldn't have aimed your penis that way."
"The crab is still there. He's just a little peed on."
"Uncle Pattie, can you get it? I want to see."
"I think I'll pass, but I'll watch you get it with your grabbers."
"But Uncle Pattie, you peed in the water. I peed in the water. I'm not going in there."
"I guess the crab is just going to have to stew in pee then."
"Uncle Pattie, do crabbies eat pee stew?"
 "This one did."
"Ewww!"

"Human, are you down there telling the crab pee story again? You really need to hang out with more than tiny humans."

"He hangs out with us. That counts, right?"
There was a time when it counted or didn't count. Now there is a time where it doesn't count or does count. The count is twisted until the counted desire comes to be. The count is irrelevant. The gullible and other nuts are the relevant count. There in lies the really extra count. Two for one. Come get yours and count your savings. Forget that the date will go bad in 1 of 2 of your count. Forget the price difference has been accounted for. Just count those slashed prices. Don't see the light. Stay in the dark and count the amount. Your bank account will love you for it. Or credit cards. Hey! Get that light away. Go bank into the darkness. Live that count. 92.54367447% of others already do. Don't be a count within another count.

NO LIGHTHOUSES WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS COUNT!(Although if you step in one of those cracks, you may not be coming back.)(You'll cross that bridge when you come to it.)

Or maybe right now. Why wait to burn the bridges that need burning? Light the suckers on fire and watch em burn. This constant need for "what if" drives you to keep the rotten, decayed, moldy, holey, leaky bridges in the odd chance that you may need said bridge one day. Or maybe the comfort of the bridge and all its mold lets you be comfortable in misery. Maybe you can't find a match or afford a lighter. Maybe you just use maybe and maybe the bridge burning away. Maybe the water is poison and you don't want to risk falling in. Maybe you need to light the sucker on fire, watch it burn, and dry off any residual water. Plus, stay out of water that could have been peed in by strange humans. Or just fish. They pee there too.

What? You get all itchy if you stray from a path or burn the bridge? Did you just pop a Xanax? Sorry. That won't make this itch go away. You'll need some good lotion for this one.

That's right. Beware. Beware of the sign. Beware humans because you and your "a cat is so much work," "a dog is so much work," "I don't have the time," "Poor me. Feel sorry for poor me." Deserve to get bitten and maybe contract worms. Just saying. Oh and many of the ones who go on about "saving" need a bite too. Maybe I'll watch em all slip in cat pee first. Human race is going down the drain anyway. May as well hurry up their slip in. Just don't bring your self absorbed ego near me or...

I knew the mutts were good for something.

That they are. Oh and yeah. That biting sign is true. Stick your hand in and find out for sure. I double dog dare you. Yep. That sounds as dumb as I thought. Just go away and no bites will happen.

I think that is enough to take root for today. Hmm. Did I take the root or did the root take me? Did it grow or did it just appear? Do I really have roots in me? Damn. Those are going to hurt when they pass. I hope I'm not near any crabs that want to pinch me.

There was something that made this post take root. 
Hmmm. Wasn't there some IWSG question about audio? Oh yeah. Why do I need that? I have enough voices in my head. No need to add one more. I'll stick with just writing them out.

Wait. I wanted to make some eat crow. You aren't crows. Oh? You wanted to give Fundy Blue nightmares. I guess you can stay. And so this post has come home to roost. Or maybe not home, but home adjacent. Now time to get up with the roosters and don't go sitting on one's rooster. 
Why would anyone sit on a rooster? You humans sure have many ways of saying butt. But that we'll leave to the rooster at the butt crack of dawn. 
No wonder they crow so much. One can only take so much giant mooning every morning before they crack. That wasn't such a tough egg to crack.
Damn. I'm going on and on and on and on. Quick. Cut to something none butt related.

Damn it. Can't a guy catch a break. I think I'm the butt of this joke. Or you are. Depends on which count you're in. Count that up and see. Don't forget to sit on four rocks first. But...Stop. Where's my...

There it is. There is my why. Why? Just why?

About time, human. Now let's get to walking before people think you are even more nuts. 
"Too late."
But never too late for a walk.
"Got that right. Time to go. Hope you enjoyed the show. We may bite, you know? Now I'm doing it too. Okay. I'm through."

Well this is random, much like this post. Guess I better burn this bridge down already while you question my sanity, bridges, counters, rocks, dogs, cats, humans, signs, poison ivy, butts, roosters, and what pees in the ocean.
Enjoy life, push through the strife.

Time For Conflict

 

Conflict? What you talking about, humans? No conflict here. We aren't conflicted about that.

Still not conflicted here either. Nadda. Nothing. Just a cleaning.

I see nothing conflicting here. Just you and your friggin phone, human. But I'm used to that.

My cat toy. No. My cat toy. No. It's mine. I'm going to win. No. I am. This conflict isn't over yet.

We can't, human. You had us chopped up. You fail. Is that conflict?

Okay. Now I'm very conflicted. Should my hate be this high for this white stuff? Actually...it should. No conflict here then.

Yep. It should. After this nice scene. So much better. Or maybe that better feeling is just the smell of the dope plant to the right. Oh, excuse me. marijuana plant. Guess I better be more official. 
Was I conflicted about any of that? Nope! Was I conflicted about anything I have ever posted here? Nope. Do I shake my head at some things? Yep. Was I conflicted? Nope. Have I been conflicted about writing a scene or story or whatever? Nope. Who needs conflict? Just give yourself a heart attack that way. Write on through and get away from the nasty snow to the nicer scene. And if that doesn't work, go find a scene next to a dope plant. Hey. We won't judge...much.
Have you ever decided not to write something because you were conflicted? Did you write something even if you were conflicted? Did you really think dogs and cats couldn't get along?
Enjoy life, forget the strife.

Time For Some Influencing Around!

What you looking at? You can't see me. I'm no rhyming cat. Let me be. Whoops, I rhymed. I guess I'm also well timed.

What you looking at? It's just some snow. I'm not an outside cat? Well you let me out, you know? Or was it you? Maybe it was a clone that came due. Or maybe you are just nuts. Go bug the mutts.

Attitude? Me? You'd have attitude too if some large hand kept brushing you after you just cleaned yourself for the 100th time. Why do humans get off on that anyway? Do you like to be stroked too? If so, why do you wear clothes? Oh the places this could go. But I'm too young for such things. Cry me a river, humans.

Talk to the foot. Isn't that just a dumb saying? You humans want them to go away and yet you say that. So you are signaling for them to keep talking. Of course they may know you want them to go away, but instead of just saying go away you tell them to talk more. Assbackwards humans. 

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. 
No. Mutty, mutty, mutties. 

Well that was boring. Now we're tired from standing. I guess we'll sleep here. While we are sleeping, you keep a look out, human. If things get interesting wake us up. Okay, you can tell us a story first. There once was a....(snoring)...how rude.

And down the winding road we go. Influences me? Anything and everything. Even wankers can influence me with their nonsense. Maybe not in a good way, but they still can. And if some aren't around anymore, they are still in your mind. The experiences and thoughts and what have you in your life will always influence writing to daily living. That's not even to say things and opinions won't change. The more you experience, the more you grow. Or the less of a naïve little shit you are. Take your pick which one you like better.
I am lucky enough that my mind is crazy enough to make up a story on anything. Could write every moment of every day and never get the ideas all down even if I live to be a 100. But who wants that? Diapers? No thanks. Unless I can get revenge on the poop machines and make them wipe my butt. Then 100 would be fine. 
See? It helps to go astray sometimes too. Never know what can come due. Even a rhyme or two. Maybe three or a few. The rhymes will just flow in mass. Whether through Murphy, Milo, River, Meadow, or my little rhyming ass.
The IWSG asked the influencing question and away I went with it. Have any influences on you? Any for writing or other things in life? Can you just sit down and write?
Enjoy life, forget the strife.

Time To Hit The Road

 

Who would want to hit a road? Maybe if it had a pot hole and gave you a flat tire or broke an axel. I suppose then you may want to hit the road. But wouldn't that hurt you more than the road? Plus, if it is like the one above then you may be hitting a place where an animal had a pee. Just food for thought. Or words for thought. No food here. Move along.
11 years is one long old road. The thing has probably become pot hole filled and has huge ruts in it by now. Be one I'd drive on by in the winter. But that is how long this little corner has been up. 11 whole years. And in 11 years...
I went from two cats to two cats....and two dogs.
I went from no posts to 3200 posts.
I went from no books to over 100.
I went from rather mediocre grammar to rather them good grammar.
I went from wiping my own butt to wiping a few more as well.
I went from blogging every day to blogging maybe a week or two out of the year.
I went from knowing where very few things were location wise to knowing where EVERYTHING is in the area.
I went from spending lots of time online to next to bare minimum.
I switched up the importance of things and I didn't use went this time.
I went from smart ass to....still stuck there. Some things never go away.
I went from naïve little shit to less of a naïve little shit.
I went from not giving a crap to even more not giving a crap about all nonsense.
(What? All me me me? Fine!)
Blogging went from tons to a few.
A lot of social media went from interesting/learning/comparing to cesspool.
Instant gratification's grasp got tighter.
Nonsense climbed to an all time high.
Less snow showed its face here each year.
COVID, All In This Together, Unprecedented all became every day speak. 
And...nah, not going down that rabbit hole. This post would go on for another 11 years if I recall all that happened.
Will I be here for the next 11 years?

I guess we'll cross those bridges as we come to them. Unless the bridge is holey or blocked. Then we may just take a boat. And if our boat sinks and I drown, well then you may not get 11 years. But at least the cats will get some extra kitty litter when they burn me and use me as it.
What's changed in your neck of the woods in the last 11 years? Anything? Everything? Hopefully something. It can be the feet of the woods too. Doesn't have to be the neck.
Still blogging as much as you did? Still into blogging as much? Switched to any other social media? Still like social media? Pet count go up or down? Any less of a naïve little shit? Still spend most of your time online? Any new bums to wipe? Still give a crap? Actually going to answer all of these questions? Who has time for that? Instant gratification it is. 
Great Post!
There you go. Did it for you. What? That took away the gratification? Whoops. 
Enjoy life, forget the strife.

Time For A Merry One And All!

 

I've come to share some Christmas cheer.Or maybe gossip about a rhyming rear.Don't touch that ass or you may fall.That wouldn't be very Christmas-y at all.

The door was open one sunny day,so he decided to be on his way.

He came across a peaceful shore,taking the time to relax and explore.

There he met a familiar sight,she let him know not to fight.

He joined her in the rising light,looking back to make sure all was right.

He first spied the foolish mutts.He sure liked to bite their butts.

The tiny humans were just a smiling.And with those coats they were kinda styling.

The shore was calm and pretty clear.A perfect spot for any rhyming rear.

The bath toys quacked while the tiny one spied.Thankfully, he never tried to take them for a ride.

The air turned crisp and started to freeze.But they bundled up to avoid the breeze.

The human gathered the tiny crew.All of which stick to him like glue.

And as the little one took her first stair,She turned to a faint voice in the air.She knew a watchful eye was very near.That of a snarky rhyming rear.

She spread the word to the mutts.Of course they thought her rather nuts.

But then one faithful Christmas eve,he came to visit after taking leave.There she played and enjoyed her brother.He had watched over her like no other.

Their day of play came to an end.and she said goodbye to her friend.She went and sat beneath the tree.Wishing all a Christmas filled with glee.

And that's my story for today.Life has a knack of finding its way.Whether here or there or day or night.Merry Christmas! I hope all is right.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Date But Not Magical Day Year!

Time To Drop A Line

 

Can you draw a straight line without a ruler? Yeah. Use a board or the side of a something or other that is straight. I guess I don't have trouble drawing a line. Do you? Been a while since I dropped a line? Is that saying even a thing any more? Would it be dropped some air now? Or maybe dropped some waves? One could be a fart and the other some nuts might say will melt their brain. Hmmm guess sticking with line is the best way to be. What? You want to know where my line is? It's hidden. Like deep, deep, deep in the litter box.
In your writing, where do you draw the line, with either topics or language?
Wouldn't your editor hate it if you drew lines in your writing? That would sure get you sent to the corner. Like drawing lines on the wall with crayons. Not that the cat would know anything about that. Moving on...
As for topics...hmmm...hmmm...can't think of anything I wouldn't give a go. In ordinary way or with flow. Cat has no fear. Don't like it then kiss my rhyming rear. Now some I'd just mention in maybe passing or something as sicko stuff would be too blah to even delve into more than a mention. And of course only if it fits the rhyme, story, rant, whatever. Not just throwing it in there for shock value. SOCKS STINK WHEN PEED ON. See? I wouldn't do that.
As for language...hmmm...ordinary swear words I don't give a crap about as long as not used every other word. I'd never have a character just say F this, F that every other word as that just shows a lack of brain cells. Know too many of those in real life. But as for using them I have no issue. Just words. You aren't going to Hell for saying them or writing them. Although I'd never use pure filth words or words that are just super degrading. Can't even make fun of those and people who talk like that I'd want to punch in the face anyway, so no use for them. Words or such people. 
And I guess that is that from the cat. Guess I do have a few lines in the litter box, even if some are more wavy than others. Got any lines you won't cross in writing or life? 
Enjoy life, forget the strife.

Time For A Something Or Other Show

 

Can you tell I'm super impressed? No? Well you may look like this too if a human dragged you to a vet and only posts once in a blue moon. Maybe I should paint his butt blue. Then he'll have to post all the time. It is iwsg day though. So things have to flow. What things you ask? We'll fill out that task.

Just keep kicking. If the landing isn't sticking. You just keep kicking. The wounds don't need licking.

Sleep is important too. Just do it within view. Especially if near a lake. In drowning you may not want to partake.

There are always strings. Sorry. You can't grow wings. Pat won't let her climb a tree. And there are things you just don't have time for or can't do at your sea.

Sometimes you need to stick your tail in the air. Let all pass like gas between your cheek pair.

Have to let your mind run free. Go where it takes thee.

They'll be a little sludge in everything you do. No matter how many times you go through.

All bridges have been taken by someone. So cross it and get the job done.

Wade in and don't be afraid. Getting wet is what could get you paid.

Don't be afraid to take a nap. Good to avoid the no sleep trap.

And no matter what you do, you will piss off someone's view. You never ever will please all. So shit in their cheerios and answer the call.

Sometimes you'll be thought nuts. That is okay. Just don't sniff butts.

Good to take in the view. Never know what it will bring forth anew.

And check for the crap. Like this chap. You don't want bloodsuckers to bring you down. Toss them to some other town.

Take the time you need. Only once will it take seed. You can't get it back. It is good to go off the beaten track.

Look ahead and up too. Don't always look in the rear view. All can come together as one. They all get the job done.

The road can be long and windy and snowy and pothole filled and crappy as can be, but no matter what, get back up and make it to the sea. 

And that is the IWSG day from me. The cat just let his mind fly free. How goes it in your blogland spot? Do you chase a red dot? I hope that doesn't come to pass. You may get made fun of if so by my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy life, forget the strife.

Time For They Are Among Us

 

Did you know they were here? What did you think they meant when you read it? Are you so conditioned by they that you go to little green men? Maybe the men like it that way. They could be green or blue or pink or solid white too. Can't leave any out these days. Then the men would go all cancel culture on you. Can't have that. All little whatever color men can probe collectively as equals. I should get on with it before the little yellow men point out that I missed them. Not to mention, even though I'm mentioning them, the little whatever color women. And the question is:
What would make you quit writing?
Umm I guess if little green men invaded and killed me, abducted me, or something like that. And you know....DEATH. I'd quit then I suppose. Unless ghosts can write. Maybe then I'd write on windows and screw with people.
Oh...and if someone paid me 10 million dollars never to write again or something close to that. That would do it. I may not come cheap, but I can be bought. Any takers?
Other than that I think I'm stuck writing in some form or another. May not write much for months or maybe years if life were to get truly in the way, but I don't think I'd ever out and out quit. Unless the above occurred or maybe something like death-adjacent happens and I loose all my limbs. Could be rough to write then.
What would make you quit something you enjoy? Have you quit anything you once enjoyed?
Enjoy life, forget the strife.

Shelved!

 

What? I'm early? Or am I very late? Been a while since I posted. Think I shelved things? Think I vanished? Kidnapped? Hmm, if it is a good kidnapping I could go for that for a few days. Be a break. As long as they give me a bathroom and not a bucket. What? I went off there? I tend to do that. Haven't you learned that by now? What? Hard to learn when I don't post? Geez, give a cat a break. I have time to post here and there but not hop around. Do you want me to become a  "great post" commentator? R might get jealous. Boy, there was a blast from the past. Pat is telling me to hurry up and get on with it now. Humans. Them and their work things. When does that end? When you do? Damn, that is grim. Glad I'm a cat. What was the question again? Right!
 For how long do you shelve your first draft, before reading it and re-drafting? Is this dependent on your writing experience and the number of stories/books under your belt?
Hmmm more dependent on what is going on around me. Got one first draft done of a new one, half another one, and one edit to go on another one, then about 50 kids books waiting to be drawn, so yeah, in various stages at various times. Varies I guess is my answer. That and time. Experience helps too as you know then what to look for in your crummy first drafts. I'll stick with time and varies though. For time can be a factor when you do this!!!!
(Yeah. If you are one of the 50,000+ strangers that follow us at that instaplace you may have seen some of these. Oh well. Double dipping is fun.)

Yeah. Pat went and got me a new sibling. How rude is that?

What? We haven't bonded.. Nope. Not us. 


Maybe them. Nope. Not them either. Who likes barking poop eaters? I guess she has some taste.

Pat must as he takes them for that walk thing. Tried me once. Hell no was my answer.

Then he steals tiny humans. I mean really? Who wants to steal tiny humans? They are so germy and whiny and messy and did I mention germy? 

It is all enough to drive a guy to binge on toilet paper. What a life. 
Can you see why I went with time and varies? How are things in your side of the world lately? The cat hasn't seen many a post these days, so hopefully on the upswing. Do you leave your first drafts for a while? Got any on the go? I'm done. Back to my toilet paper binging now. I may need helps....picking it up.
Enjoy life, forget the strife.

Wednesday Wall

A post from the cat. How about that? Old lazy Pat has tried to stifle the cat. But you can't do that. I'm always up to bat. If only these claws hit buttons with ease. Then I'd post whenever I please. I could rhyme or not. With or without a plot. Maybe I will. Maybe I'll thrill. Maybe I'll confuse. Maybe I'll just amuse. But either way it's all on Pat. That working thing he needs to get rid of for the cat. Then we'd go broke? Bah, just get woke. Then you'd be all happy with glee. Or argue with even a flea. On second thought I'll let him work. Screw becoming a woke jerk. 
Yeah. Kitty. What is it with the humans arguing on that Farcebook thing all the time? Like they think they are right and then they argue about such nonsense. They should just go eat some poop and lick each other down below. It is much more fun than trying to prove you are right over so and so. We can rhyme too, kitty. Oh. Here's comes another Farcebook argument. We have to go eat poop now. Much more fun than reading that shit.

Where the path shall lead? Or should that be led? A new path to go? An old path to return to? Who knows what will come of it. You just have to step and keep going. What story will unfold? What shall be told? Will you break a hip? Maybe learn something new. Step by step and things shall come into view.

Obsession. A tale as old as time. For some it is a woman or man. For some it is money. For some it is getting their ugly mug on TV. For others it can be rock collecting. For some it may be bows. Then for some it may be birds. Like lots and lots of birds. Yes. Humans can be addicted/obsessed with ANYTHING. Doesn't have to be a substance like alcohol or drugs. But if it isn't impeding life then let it go to the birds. The moment you start making mating calls though, you may want to get referred to a shrink.

"Uncle pattie, tell us a story."
There once was a man who pooped in a bucket.When he was done he found he had nowhere to chuck it.So he bagged it and tied it and put it in his car.Hoping he could throw it away before he drove far.
"That is gross.""Did he take it to the dump?"
He drove and he drove but he couldn't find a spot.Today was a day that people were out a lot.They came and they roamed and they sat and they ate.The day was an ever so important type date.
"Was it poop day?""Christmas?"
They had come from every corner of Earth.It was the day that one would give birth.
"Like a baby?"
Birth to a tower so big and so far,That it could not be reached by plane, train, or car.
"Did a dinosaur help them up?"
The tower would fall in minutes from the sky.It was built up there by some rich guy.No one knew the exact spot of the fall,But it had sure engrossed the curiosity of all.
"What does engross mean?""Gross like nasty poop?"
And then it came. A glorious sight.It was a spot with no maybe or might.He could dump his poop there unseen.An empty lot that sure wasn't pristine. 
"What does pristine mean?""Is that like pee?"
He grabbed the can and ran for the space.Light became dark and so did his face.The building was falling. It was ever so near.He had better get his butt into gear.
"Butts have gears?""Like my bike?"
He ran for his car and took off in time.His old thing could go on a dime.No stop. No yield. Nothing like that.He had escaped but now his poop had become flat.
"Did he have diarrhea?"
The building had landed. It had fallen into place.The man now had a giant smile on his face.The building had squashed it and allowed him a place to chuck it.No one would ever know that there once was a man who pooped in a bucket.
"He didn't take it to the dump?""That's littering.""Tell us another story."
There once was a....

Look! It's a giant litterbox. Otherwise known as a beach. It is so great. We have to buy this and build a house right beside it. I'm talking right beside it. So close that the water could wash away the house if it rose up a little. What? You won't insure us? But that's not fair. We should get insurance like everyone else. We only built it here because it is so pretty. We'll only be here 3 weeks of the year anyway. Come on. Insure us. No? Well we are going to go cry to the media and on Farcebook and everywhere else. We aren't the dumbass ones that built it where it could easily fall into the ocean. We aren't the ones that have to be right beside the water. Nope. Not us. You should insure us. 

Humans are so whiny. Whine about a mask on their face like you asked them to chop off a finger. Whine about their rights and freedom when really freedom is relative. Yeah. There are free-er than other places. But try not paying your property taxes or income taxes or power bill or insurance or driving without a license or a million other things and see how free you really are. If you want to be free, humans, then buy an island in the middle of the ocean and start your own country. Otherwise, you will never truly be free.

Time and time again comes the old "those who don't know history are doomed to repeat it" or something like that. Well guess what? Those that get stuck in the past are doomed to stay there too. Oh, this property should be a historical site. Oh, it shouldn't be torn down. Oh, it is a symbol of history. Someone should save it. Someone. Anyone. But not the ones whining about it. Nope. Not us. But someone should save the rat infested, moldy, holey, decrepit building because it is history. Can't tear the eye sore down. Nope. That is so bad. Let's go ra ra ra on Farcebook some more. Screw fixing roads. Tax payer dollars should be spent to keep this rotting crap standing. 

In the doorway there sat a cat. You may not see him. You may not hear him. But he is always watching. There he sits with little light upon him. He knows all you say. He hears all they say. He keeps the spirits at bay. Unless you piss him off. Then he may let them in and it will be your undoing. You will go mad until he decides to chase them back. If he decides. That could be a big IF for some humans.

Are you a risk-taker when writing? Do you try something radically different in style/POV/etc. or add controversial topics to your work?
So...do I need to answer this? Doesn't the above cover it all? In case some are just skimmers though, I'll give the answer a go. Obviously I can blab away. That much you can see today. I have no fear with controversial crap either. And if you agree you agree and if you don't you don't. Don't conform to someone else as that is all they want. But learn and grow and you never know what you may learn.
And as for POV. Pffft. I'll let that go. I can do it in flow. You can see how you ended up reading about you. The cat will write when the cat wants to and how the cat wants to.
Get em all? Beats me at my hall. But I did blab more today than in the last two months or so here. The cat is always near though. He is just over at that other place. We all show our face. I even share it with the mutts. Even if they are nuts. But aren't we all? Yeah. From Spring to Fall. Now I shall let this come to pass as I continue being a little rhyming ass.
Enjoy life, forget the strife.