There's lumberthing I want to tell you

[lumberjim]

So, there's this stray cat in my neighborhood. I've seen it around since I've lived here. I called it 'Bruiser' in my head, because it's a thick cat. I've seen it kill shit. It left me a wounded bird one night.

The other day, as my neighbor Michele and I were talking on my porch, it came right up and started acting like any house cat. Rubbing against her legs, scratching itself, flopping down and wanting scratchies etc...

Michele has cats, so she got into it. Looking at it for fleas, petting the purrs out of it. I always assumed it was male, but there are teats low down on the belly. Ok. She.



Then we realize that Bruiser has been de-clawed. I hate that shit.

Now I feel sorry for her. Abandoned, homeless and feminine. Bruiser is now Naomi.

I gave her half of my burger tonight, and she was very thankful. Got up on the table and forced me to pet her. Pushed my phone down and sent a couple texts to Amanda.

After 15 minutes of lovins...



I went inside and got my Pottery set. I don't know if she inhaled, but I gave her 4 really good clouds of a cannibonimbous nature to enjoy.




She's sleeping the happy sleep. Must be rough living out doors in the burbs. She wants to come inside, but I'm not trying to get fleas or whatever. I'm gonna be her fair weather friend for now.