Cool Cats WFH

What a terrible horrible day yesterday. One of my Hoomins got bad news; the Covid19 virus has struck another Domestic Short Hair, a Female Tuxedo named Sybil (I'm told because of some old movie and her Tuxitude). Of course, I agreed to share said Hoomin Poet's Rhyming Ramblings on my blog. Anything I can do for a fellow Word Lover, even the Hoomin variety.                                  O Kitteh, My Kitteh! O Kitteh! my Kitteh! your fearsome life is done, You've weather’d every hairball, the chipmunks stalked are gone, Nirvana nears, but in their homes, the neighbors are exulting, Among them you will not be missed, your moods were quite revolting;                          But O heart! O Kitteh heart!           ...

My Hoomin Mom gave me material for today. Me, I‘m just hangin’ around in my indoor trees, because my outside playground is really really wet and the branches are blowing around so hard there is not one Feathered to be seen, even at the Feathereds’ Trough. Remi, pretending to have the Covids too So it’s good Mom gave me material, because like many many of you on the Interwebs these days, I have little worth saying. Mom says: If you know someone with the Covids in this Litter Pandemic who is not in the hospital, do not say these following sentences: Well, you’re lucky you got it now! Before the hospitals are overflowing! Did you get tested? What day? Have you been isolating since? Have you? Have you? You sound/look not so bad. Are you sure you’re sick? Yesterday you felt better. You must not be sick anymore. You’re probably imagining it. Everyone wants to have the Covids so they can feel A Part Of. Don’t come near me!  Take a shower. You’ll feel better. I’d drop o...

My Sister Cabbage After Watching CNN I‘m still here, fandom. It‘s my Hoomin Mom that was in a bit of a Hoomin Pickle. The Litter Pandemic is for real, and we are now sure it has to be related to litter pans. She is the only one who cleans it in this home, so it has to be, as my Hoomin Dad is doing A-Okay, other than closing the door to the room he stays in all day now and not letting me in. So back to the Hoomin Pickle. Two days ago, Mom had to go to the Vet. Dad wasn‘t let in and found that hard. I understand because no matter how many neighbors‘ doors I visit, and on most days it’s about 23, only two Hoomin Neighbors, Bob and Tracy, let me in. Two houses of all the ones on the street! Is that incredible? Hoomins can be so unsociable, and now with Great Orange Tabby Leader telling them to stay at least six cat-lengths apart, they are getting even more dodgy in the Outside World. Never particularly friendly cats, they have been getting downright Hissy. So now Mom is on the ...