I want your chair really requires no narrative. We have been through it a thousand times. Resistance is futile. Your cat will walk all over you and try and force you out, until you give in. Now, if you happen to sit in another chair, that chair is the one the cat will want. It wants what you have. Always!
Happy Birthday Opie! You are ten years old today. You do look younger than that. Let us first remind everyone you are a girl and not a boy, don’t have red hair, and don’t live in Mayberry. You used to belong to a neighbor who lived behind my house, but you liked my house better and moved in. The neighbor let me keep you. How lucky was that? Fortunately you have stayed here with us and never moved on. Happy Birthday Opie!
Opie is my Love Christine’s Calendar Cat pick for April 2019. The calendar was a present made by Christine and Spike, and sent late last year for use this year. Opie is an internet favourite. Christine has been sending calendars to me for many years now. I hope she never stops making them for me.
Happy Purrday to both Mom & Spike on Spike the Scottish Black Cat
Built in Buffalo in ’98
A steam loco made fur pullin’ freight,
Passengers, mail–I will not quibble–
Car loads full of golden kibble!
The word leaked out that fateful day
Scooby’s Outlaws arrived to play
At the gamblin’ wheel, I’d say.
Calamity Opie grabbed the nail
And spun that wheel ’round with her tail!
She had a tight ferocious grip,
And used her tail just like a whip.
30 Red–she’d not be beaten!
Some folks thinkin’ she be cheatin’.
“Best be moving on now girl.
Don’t give that wheel another twirl.”
Zeke the Kid glared at the crowd
While Opie started growlin’ loud!
Zeke’s long claws began a flexin’
Like an old gunfightin’ Texan.
They all moved slowly to the door
Until they’d gone and seen no more.
Men loaded great big kibble sacks
Into the freight car on the tracks.
The Scooby Gang on silent paws
Climbed up the car’s sides with their claws.
Resting finally on the roof,
They groomed their fur–remained aloof.
Twenty mile they held on tight,
‘Specially when the train turned right!
Scoob decided time for action
When the engine lost it’s traction,
Brakin’ for a paid-off Moose!
“It’s time to cut the caboose loose!”
Brewing coffee warm inside
Was old conductor One-Eyed Clyde.
“Sorry, Clyde! Have a nice ride!”
Opie grinned coquettishly
When the coupler pin pulled free.
“In another mile or so,
We’ll cut the freight car loose and go,
Packing out these bulging sacks
Of golden kibble on our backs.”
The loot was never seen again,
And that is all I know, my friends.
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