The Best Of Goodbye's

Everybody Left Fat-Full!!!

We had a pleasant gathering yesterday-- me, Flower, her ma, my mom, a little bird. Oh, and the evil genius, too...

And a lot more good food! Um, NOT necessarily in that order!!! HA!!! Ah well...









The trip home began for my mom this ante-meridian. And with her went...







Rorschach. One of our outdoor, ah, ferals.


Oh, yeah. A mean one, this. Been seven-year-old-boy-toted about the yard since a kitten, and eateth more canned food than our indoor kitties! ha! NO KITTING! HA!

Which, pun aside, is one of the benefits of her finding a loving home-- needs not brave the elements nor soon-to-arrive advances of tom-toms...

I could say I'll miss her-- and might. But... We got SIX other outdoor kitties, seven counting the one big Tom we call Multiplier-- and FOUR indoor kitties. And...

I want a puppy. Which is another post altogether. In a year or three...

Or thereabouts...

Slainte, folks!!!

Cygnus

Well, It Aint "Mary Had A Little Lamb"

But It WAS Pure Improv!!!

Thankee, Auntie Ra, for the nursery tunes idea; thanks to the Winds for whistling through the pipe...



Thank you for not pointing out the off-key. It's raw, and REALLY so am I on any flute. And the Turtle didn't have the high note anymore than I did! HAR!!

Slainte, folks!!!

Cygnus

I Love You, KiKi...

And Your Heart Is My Home...

I just don't wanna be indoors right now, you understand? It's not a reflection on you; just let my sorry-ass self be alone for a while.

C.

Upon Departing...

Another's Blog, I Think I'll

Leave a comment, or some clue. Who am I, or 'was' I. Whither didst I come from; where goest me?

And above all-- Why?

'Why, Santa? WHY? cried l'il cindy bohoo...'

Who the hell knows? We've all seen #'s change over the millenia we been bloggin, all wondered the same-- frome where, to whuh?

Next time I 'quit' a blog-- somethin' I've done mayhap thrice in near 200 follows-- I think I'll leave note why. Justo remind m'sef' if naught else.

Swan's $.02

Slainte, volk!

Cygnus

Shots of Samhain

Happy Final Harvest...





















Here's to being as good an an Ancestor as many I have...

Slainte, Those Who Have Gone Before!!!

Cygnus

I Decided To Post This Here

Instead Of On My Song...

Because it reminds me of Rhonda Jane.
It's complicated. Well-- not the song.
Wanna hear?

Um, which one?!?

Here-- start:


Slainte!

Cygnus

It's Complicated, To Say The Least.

I Love Beethoven.

Music-- one of the keys to the universe. Probably the PRIMARY one, comes down to human possibility of unlockage, really.

Now, LISTEN. Ecoute. Lend ear. Shut yer fukkin' pie-hole and don' expext no words.

WHO was Mr. Ludwig B. touching here? Whois Elise?



If she aint the one you love, you're doing it
a) wrong
b) with the wrong persons

Slainte, folks. Thanks,Kitten!!!

Cygnus