IN JUNE'S OPINION

 Hey Junie ~ kinda sorta fun to watch old movies on Netflix, isn't it?

Did you enjoy IT'S A MAD, MAD, MAD, MAD WORLD?

Get it together, mine Mommy!

S'riously?  Old?  1963?

IMO, Meowz.

  

That's about as 2026 as you can get!

Our world has gone mad, mad, mad, mad!

TELL ME ~ DON'T TELL ME

 TELL ME: THE TRUTH

DON'T TELL ME: LIES

One week.  Yeah, as of this morning we are just one week into the new year: 2026, when we were all wishing one another "happy" new year!  Seriously?  Happy?  Hoping/thinking it might be better - a wee bit, a tiny bit better than the year we were leaving behind?  Well, if you pay attention, follow any news at all, you know now how foolish that thinking was.  We're not naive enough to think our government [and politicians all] haven't told lies to the public for decades.  They have, they do.  Yet not, never at the level - openly, boldly, blatantly as now, by this horrific administration.  There is no truth telling anymore.  

And yes: if you were to tell me that I am clever, kind, talented, cute, sensitive, graceful, wise ... and perfect ... I WOULD KNOW: that is a lie.  That is not the TRUTH.  Perhaps Purr-haps, somewhere within those words there may be little bits of truth telling, a few little scraps of things I strive toward, as we each do in our own daily lives.  As we each try to be a better person ... kind toward one another, sensitive to another's needs, cute: well, probably left that one behind when we were babies or toddlers!  And perfect?  Never do we humans achieve this between cradle and grave.  

So, tell me the TRUTH.

  

ROUND

 

THE CAT WHO TRIED TO HIDE

 

MONDAY MORNING

See you got to posting before me, June.

We're both in a mood, aren't we.  

Anger, disgust, all that stuff and so much more.

Insanity rules.

Yeah.  What the _______?

DO IT YOURSELF

1.  I sat next to my blankie basket, meowzing my loudest and whiniest meowz for

at least an hour or more, well OK, at least sixty-seconds, yet mine Mommy was missing in action

so it was obvious getting in was a do-it-yourself project this morning.

2.  A quick look at the inside gave assurances that

no intruders had entered overnight.

3.  On closer inspection I was comforted by the fact that she 

(mine Mommy, that is) had done her job, and properly remade, 

you know, tidied up all the

blankies within following my prior usage.

4.  One little mousie friend was left behind, we had played together just

before my last nap.  I noticed he was now sleeping at the side and being the

polite and kind girl that I am, chose not to disturb him ... let him be

I said to myself, so it was.

5.  Front end entry began.

6.  Rear end entry in progress.

7.  Meowz.  

 

THIS IS THE YEAR OF ~

First I checked the calendar on the refrigerator, followed by mine Mommy's really really 
(like 50-year-old-plus, she won't give it up) 
old leather-bound paper-pages-inside Daytimer!

Next I put paws to her our computer and got online to search the innernets ...
you know, meowz, checking out Wikipedia.

Pawed around on her our cell phone 

(albeit somewhat clumsily, those keys are kinda sorta small 

for my somewhat bigger mitts) ... 
while there did ask Google and Gemini, too!  

I had to be sure.  Certain.  Pawsitive.  Leave not a shadow of a doubt.

100 Purr-Cent that nothing had changed, that indeed
2026 would again be
THE YEAR OF THE POLKA DOTS!

CATURDAY ART

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