My first suggested assignment from WordPress for daily blogging: post something that makes you smile.
You mean, besides my facial muscles?
Fine. Easy. I have an immediate answer.
I have Skunk Karma. A lot of Skunk Karma. Below is how it started.
Bonus: it also may help explain the instant assumption I made in this pony story.
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The first house Shaun and I rented was on a street whose sign read “Walnut Grove Way”. We found out later that our realtor switched the signs out. We really lived on Crazy Cat Lady Street.
Virtually all of our elderly neighbors left cat food outdoors for the stray cats. Not just the little X’s of kitty kibble, but the good stuff: canned food and tuna. We had to keep our cat inside, or he’d weigh 200 lbs.
I began to notice our backyard wildlife was remarkably healthy looking. Strikingly large possums with clean pink tails and beautiful pelts, crows so black they glittered in the sun, a gargantuan King snake so shiny it gleamed, unable to hide, in the foliage. There was also a beautiful, highly unusual, suede-colored kitten with long, iridescent whiskers.
Unfortunately, seen from the front, the suede-colored kitten turned out to be a very large rat (with long iridescent whiskers).
While taking care of a vacationing neighbor’s cat, I was startled to see our black cat sitting on their back porch waiting for a hand out. What the heck? How did he get out? Not really looking at him, I slide the glass door back and start to reach down to pick him up.
I think: Wow he looks healthy. I’m a good mom.
Then I notice his head is too small.
The too-small pointed head looks up at me, with intelligent, unperturbed, cold, Mafia eyes. This little critter knows he can overpower me with Taser-like precision.
Because he’s capable of immediate, compassion-less, life-ending violence, he can be leisurely and contemplative.
He looks at me curiously: Nooo...is she really going to pick me up?