HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT

 

You could hide a little better than that ~

DID YOU WANT THE FULL COVERAGE PLAN?

 Another story about June and her blankie basket.

As primary advisor for June, I always recommended she get the full coverage plan for most of her needs ~ financial, medical, so on, so forth.  Reviewing her files recently, it appeared she was 'scammed' into some unnecessary partial coverage.  With the full coverage plan, she'll sit before the basket, paw gently on it [no harm done], meow, perhaps look toward me [if I'm around], I'll go and lift the polka dot blankie.  In she jumps and I gently cover her ~ fully ~ with her blankie.  She's content, fully covered.

The partial coverage plan is simply insufficient and paws-down, a fraud. With this plan, there is no assistance what-so-ever, no co-pays is one way to put it! She forces those little paws on the basket sides, nearly causing it to collapse.*  She struggles then to cover herself with her blankie, always leaving fragile body-parts exposed.**

*a collapsed basket will likely result in the filing of a claim as she'll sooner or later need to purchase a new basket

**those fragile and gentle little lady parts may suffer harm, chilly and unprotected, and so another claim may need to be filed

Of course, these claims will be denied.  Appeals denied.  My poor sweet June, little did she know when she answered that random text message who was on the other end ... a fraudster ...

CHOOSE FULL COVERAGE

Never fear, dear.

I'll cover you ~ 

for everything, always.

CATURDAY ~ and ~ CATURDAY ART

After many days of big storms, and mine Mommy taking all my toys off the window ledge,

to close windows, my having no fresh air ~ of course, hiding in closets ~ a reprieve.

So now I can do my duty, observing Charles Street

and I'm deciding which toy to play with this morning.

I've got my mind set on my blue-and-white striped mousie,

a fave, but he's soon to depart window ledge ~

let's see what happens next!

Oh noes, I think this may have all been a bad dream!

Yes, mousie and I played together ~ but ~

somehow, he grew and grew and before I knew it,

this game of cat-and-mouse took a turn for the worse!

He'd trapped me, not as it should be, oh noes!

___________________________

MOUSETRAP

CATURDAY ART

by Athena and Marie

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

It was the summer of 1976, hot and humid in the DC metro area.  
My husband and I eagerly awaited the birth of our second child. 

We had some small hopes he might arrive on the 4th of July,

a memorable date that year ~ waving a little flag ~

but he decided otherwise, maybe playing with whatever toys he'd

gathered in there over the months prior. 

Then this day arrived.  August 6.

Now I wonder, does any Mom, yelling, pushing hard,

giving birth to 8 pounds plus 9 ounces of new life give

a single thought to fifty years in the future.

Of course not.

Yet here we are, today.  Those fifty years have arrived.

Memories vivid, others faded with time.

Now I wonder also, does love grow, deepen, expand over the years.

Yes, it does.  That baby, is loved now more than ever.

Happy Birthday, Jon.

JUNE speaks on APPEASEMENT and OTHER THINGS

Meowz, ten days plus since I've been here, and only a few August posts, mine Mommy has truly failed me.  No more, "what's a girl to do ...".  Admittedly, I am being fed, receiving treats on time, enjoying brushies, the good life ... as I deserve.

Appeasement ... she did try that, with a cozy new bed.  Tentatively trying it out, then a full on approval.  And a nice furry sleeping mat for her our day bed.  Of course, I have a suspicion that it is more to prevent me from nibbling her toes at night than for any added comfort for me.  Nonetheless, approval.  So I am appeased for the loss of all other things.

However, I have been informed that the ten days are not over, meowz.  My being here today is temporary.  Apparently, the purr-ject she told me about is actually two, yes kitties: not one, but two purr-jects and both came to a sudden halt earlier this week due to a self imposed computer meltdown lasting three-plus days.  She is now behinder than ever.

I heard many bad words, I spent time in the closet of course.  And she found a new friend called Gemini, though within a short time I heard her calling this friend "Gemi".  Gemi would give her lots of instructions by way of her phone about what to do on her computer and mine Mommy would try them, one by one by ... sometimes Gemi wanted her to go "deep into the woods" and she'd say "oh no, that's purr-ably how I got here in the first place!".  

Anywayz, the whole story is too long, too boring and way to painful to share in more detail, and sometimes mine Mommy, along with bad words would even cry!  But Gemi was always consoling and offering more suggestions, and then like magic, something worked and all was good again.  

I got a cookie.  I don't know if Gemi got a treat or not.  But here we are ...

We have a new header for August.  It has seashells from mine Mommy's collection.  But she is not arranging hers to spell out any words or arrange in any numerical sequence, cause she doesn't want anyone coming for her.  She was happy last night to learn the Olympic canoeist will not be charged with vandalizing the Reflecting Pool, of course he never did.  Bad bad DOJ [and all] for ever saying he did!  Though June is good at geography, so has offered her services to the Dept of State to draw a correct map of Africa for them, apparently it is needed. We won't go further into the "pawlitical weeds" cause it only goes from worse to worser every day of the week.  

Only a little reminder that lots of states are still holding

 really important primary elections this month and next month: 

so please VOTE.