This year I’m not going to do that. Just don’t have the “feeling” I need to do it.
Suffer, my friend. SUFFER!
I took a few weeks off, some stuff was going on and something happened and I just didn’t have that “feeling” then either. Good thing Bob wrote a few to keep you occupied.
Now, let’s talk about Boots.
I DID go down to feed and water the cat as well as change the cat litter. Once.
I figured he was raking in the money truck drivin’ and would pay me the $25 a week even if I didn’t do what he requested. Back then I was too deep into the local crackwhore village that I couldn’t show up every week to take care of Boots so I’m the one that put that hole in the screen so Boots could have some freedom and fresh mouse or even human fleshy food.
Of course I never was thanked (or paid) for that.
There is another truck drivin’ story I need to tell as well.
But I’m going to wait until next week.
RIP Shy. You were and always will be my baby.