Just A Gigolo….

The Slinky One is now yelling out the window to the fluffy calico. He yells, "Broad! Hey Broad, bring those dames in here, we could have a spot of tea!" The fluffy calico asks who he is again, and he begins to sing, "I'm just a gigolo, everywhere I go, people know the game I'm playing." Out on the porch, I'm playing feather stick with the baby tabby and the fluffy calico asks me, "What went wrong?"

If you were lucky enough to have seen my Poppy sing at a wedding, you’d probably have heard him do Just A Gigolo. If you were lucky enough to have a 50th wedding anniversary, he’d greet you with, “What went wrong?” Have a spot of tea and a spot of cookie for my Poppy’s 100th birthday today, he was the kind of fun they don’t make much anymore.

Hello, Kittens.

The black-and-white boy cat shows up and asks if the fluffy calico's black-and-white kittens are his. The fluffy calico says, "No, they're mine." The black-and-white cat says, "Hmm," as a orange tabby kitten much like the ones the white tiger cat made chomps on his tail.

I could be wrong, but this black-and-white cat only comes around once in a while, and now there are two black-and-white kittens following the fluffy calico around. The third was like seeing a ghost. A cute little fuzzy ghost. Could my Siberian tiger friend I haven’t seen in 11 weeks be the kitten-daddy? I don’t know. These three are terrified of us. Not even food is doing the trick to get them to come over.