Seen on the street in Kyiv.

Words of Advice:

"If Something Seems To Be Too Good To Be True, It's Best To Shoot It, Just In Case." -- Fiona Glenanne

“The Mob takes the Fifth. If you’re innocent, why are you taking the Fifth Amendment?” -- The TOFF *

"Foreign Relations Boil Down to Two Things: Talking With People or Killing Them." -- Unknown

“Speed is a poor substitute for accuracy.” -- Real, no-shit, fortune from a fortune cookie

"If you believe that you are talking to G-d, you can justify anything.” — my Dad

"Colt .45s; putting bad guys in the ground since 1873." -- Unknown

"Stay Strapped or Get Clapped." -- probably not Mr. Rogers

"The Dildo of Karma rarely comes lubed." -- Unknown

"Eck!" -- George the Cat

* "TOFF" = Treasonous Orange Fat Fuck, A/K/A Dolt-45,
A/K/A Commandante (or Cadet) Bone Spurs,
A/K/A El Caudillo de Mar-a-Lago, A/K/A the Asset., A/K/A P01135809

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Caturday

Chip loves the cat-levels thing I bought for him.


A few days ago (from when I wrote this), Chip woke me up in the middle of the night because, reasons, I guess. He was kneading on me and purring. I almost said: "Chip, I need to get some sleep." But then it hit me that I had said the same thing to Gracie on the night of February 19/20th, five years ago. What I didn't know, then, was that she would be diagnosed with jaw cancer roughly six hours and she would be gone.

I had no way of knowing that, of course, but that I didn't wake up and give her my full attention still does not sit well with me.

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