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A Trip Down Memory with Bette Noir. ~~dru~~



Bette Noir is a little black cat but she’s mean and she’s ornery and she fights like that.  I don’t suggest you lift her and you must ask her first to pat and I’m warning all you other cats you’d best remember that!

It appears that I’m having another Catz Crisis but this one doesn’t include Bette Noir….at least yet! 

Mostz ALL gotz a cold and a very bad cold at that.  I hate this time of year…reference:

“Song for The Great Cat Flu Epidemic of 2004”

I’m trying to give antibiotics in case there are secondary infections and everyone is eating…thank anyone you want…but I’m going crazy.

The antibiotic is in liquid form, so this is not a case of “How to give a pill to a Cat” BUT there are at least 6 of them with this respiratory thing and some of them won’t even let me near…

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How very reminiscent, Tatt (short for Alphonso Tattoo) just followed me into the bathroom and peed in the tub while I peed on the pot.  Bette Noir (despite name I truly loved my “little black beast”) anyway she used to do that all the time.  I called it our alone time but this is a first for Tatt.  I’ve noticed someone is peeing in the tub again but now I know who it is.

Better there where I can wash it down than on the floor I guess.

~~dru~~                                          nonono


Folk Art image by Warren Kimble


“i look back on my life
and it seems to me to be
just one damned kitten
after another”
Don Marquis, Archy and Mehitabel


this is the song of mehitabel
the song of mehitabel
of mehitabel the alley cat
the song of mehitabel
as i wrote you before boss
mehitabel is a believer
in the pythagorean
theory of the transmigration
of the soul and she claims
hat formerly her spirit
was incarnated in the body
of cleopatra
that was a long time ago
and one must not be
surprised if mehitabel
has forgotten some of her
more regal manners

i have my ups and downs
but wotthehell wotthehell
yesterday sceptres and crowns
fried oysters and velvet gowns
and today i herd with bums
but wotthehell wotthehell
i wake the world from sleep
as i caper and sing and leap
when i sing my wild free tune
wotthehell wotthehell
under the blear eyed moon
i am pelted with cast off shoon
but wotthehell wotthehell

do you think that i would change
my present freedom to range
for a castle or a moated grange
wotthehell wotthehell
cage me and i d go frantic
my life is so romantic
capricious and corybantic
and i m toujours gai toujours gai

i know that i am bound
for a journey down the sound
in the midst of a refuse mound
but wotthehell wotthehell
oh i should worry and fret
death and i will coquette
there s a dance in the old dame yet
toujours gai toujours gai

I once was an innocent kit
wotthehell wotthehell
with a ribbon my neck to fit
and bells tied onto it
o wotthehell wotthehell
but a maltese cat came by
with a come hither look in his eye
and a song that soared to the sky
and wotthehell wotthehell
and i followed adown the street
the pad of his rhythmical feet
o permit me again to repeat
wotthehell wotthehell

my youth i shall never forget
but there s nothing i really regret
wotthehell wotthehell
there s a dance in the old dame yet
toujours gai toujours gai

the things that i had not ought to
i do because i ve gotto
wotthehell wotthehell
and i end with my favorite motto
toujours gai toujours gai

boss sometimes i think
that our friend mehitabel
is a trifle too gay


“Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.”
― Voltaire

bluebird of bitterness

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Cuddled into my neck,

his little purr-pot body against my ear,

I’ve grown quite fond of the “Kitten eeMGee”.

Too bad he just wants me to feed him,

instead of being happy to see me.




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I had one of these birds as a pet in the mid-1960s and while now I know it was a travesty…back then it just seemed fun.

My poor old Toucan named “Toucky” was a nervous asthmatic.  When he got upset he’d wheeze and gasp and shriek.  He’d even fall on occasion to the floor of his cage.  Because, while large, his cage wasn’t really large enough; his tail feathers never grew very long which just like clipping his wings caused him not to be able to fly much.  I could take him out and hold him on my arm without fear of his flying away.  He made great long hops to keep up with me when I’d take him outside and put him on the ground.  I’d be weeding the rose bed in front of the house and when I would move out of his sight he’d squawk, jump up and look around frantically until he saw me.  Then he’d hop on down to where I was so he could futz around on the ground beside me.  He really acted just like the “Fruit Loop” toucan of the advertisements on TV and ate just like this video.

My mother let me buy him from an exotic pet store in Las Vegas with my allowance because my pet neutered white rabbit had finally met his match in a German Shepherd that jumped our 8 foot cinder block fence and got a hold of him in the back yard.  I was devastated from the loss so my mother had taken me to the store just for a look around.  I believe her idea was to let me walk around like at a petting zoo but I had a fistful of cash stashed from my allowance and when it came down to between a sloth….I’d always loved watching them in Panama as an even younger child…or the Toucan; she chose the latter.  That was how Toucky came to be ensconced in my bedroom along with “Cocky” my cockatiel.  (I heard that, no I wasn’t very creative with names back then.  My rabbit’s name was “Twitch”)

Toucky wan’t nice to Cocky so I couldn’t let them out together in my room.  When Cocky was out, if he landed on the top of Toucky’s cage, Toucky would whip that large beak right up and try to eat Cocky.  He pulled many a tummy feather out of Cocky who I think he thought was a big moth.

I’d give Toucky a bath in the bathtub about once a week as he ate a lot of fruit and was very messy.  He’d have one of his fits every time I held him in the water up to his head but he would splash around in standing water a little.  It just didn’t get the fruit junk off very well.  He seemed to enjoy the petting/drying with a towel and he loved for the top curve of his beak to be rubbed.  It would mesmerize him so that I had to stop before he’d fall asleep and open his claws and fall off his perch.

I kept him as a secret pet from my father for weeks maybe even months.  My mother and “us kids” always operated on the premise that whatever “Daddy” didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.  My room was up on the 2nd floor and almost sound proof, my father was oblivious to what was not in front of his eyes and often to what actually was, so this went on for some time.

Then one very early morning, about 1 am, Toucky threw a fit in my room and my father came running up the stairs to protect his first born from who knew what…brave man charging into the unknown…only to be met by me yelling at him to stop scaring my bird. It was like something out of James Thurber.

Toucky was then moved to the front entryway, where he’d eat fresh fruit particularly strawberries his favorite, by throwing them up into the air, catching them in his beak and then gulping them down.  This would cause strawberry juice to splatter all over the white flocked wall paper in the entry and leave unimaginable stains.  However being in front of every one made Toucky happy because he really did like people and mild commotion.  It also made me clean his cage more often as the family got on my case all the time.  “Want it – Got to clean it” was the family motto.  One that wasn’t followed well by any of “us kids”.


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Ooo CLoTF! That’s collapse laughing on the floor. ~~dru~~

The Last Of The Millenniums


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The Last Of The Millenniums


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I was going to write a scathing post about a new collection company I just encountered.  It was called CALVARY and I felt the name was just truly inappropriate for such an agency.  Thank heaven before I spent too much time on this post, I reread the letterhead and saw the actual name:


Never Mind……….






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