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Part 6: The Cat’s Me ow

Before they left the shelter, Carolyn’s owner; had the shelter to bathe him,  deflea  him, put  powder on him and purchase a new cat’s cage for him. She brought him home in his cage with Carolyn sitting on the seat next to his cage.

For a couple of days, Tom enjoyed the ladies pampering him and eating food he did not have to catch.  Carolyn was happy as well to have Tom in the house because it was raining.  She knew her owner would not let her go outside. Then, Tom became restless. He wanted Carolyn, but, most of all, he wanted his freedom.

When the rain stopped, the old woman put the cage with Tom still in it outside.   She let Carolyn outside to walk around free as usual. Some of Tom’s old friends came around the alley and saw Tom in the cage. They started pointing and laughing. Tom was humiliated. His friends asked him: Is this the price you pay to get next to that pedigree? Tom hung his head in shame. Carolyn spoke up: He will not be in that cage forever. My owner is just testing him. She is going to artificially inseminate the sperms from a pedigree in me. She wants to make sure she can sell my babies. In the next four months, when the pest control man comes  again, Tom and I are going to elope. The laughing and the pointing grew worst. They asked Tom: Are you going to stay there for four months waiting on Carolyn? Man, what did Carolyn do to you?  Are you a little pussy or are you a real Alley Cat? You had better use one of your nine lives to get out of there in a hurry. It seems like she has already brain washed you.

Artificially inseminate her my foot, I bet her owner and that Vet have already picked out a healthy male Siamese Cat for her, voiced another of Tom’s alley friends.

My situation is a little complicated, replied  Tom. I’ve been watching our owner. Her behavior is a little problematic. I’ve got to wait until I have the right timing for both of us to escape .

To be continued

Sometimes Travelling is a big Headache

I should not complain about holiday travelling, but I will. We go from one city,town, state or country to another city, town, state or country for the privilege of saying I traveled during the holidays. We go by car, train, airplane or boat. Some of us travel with our children and our pets. It’s okay if you are travelling with children and pets in your private accommodations. It becomes problematic when you are travelling on a public train, bus, plane or boat.
Your ears may have adjusted to all of that bazaar noise. However, consider your fellow travelers, the noise may present an annoyance problem for them. In case you don’t know, your baby and your pet’s poof stinks. Your nose may have become blind to the odor. But, the public’s nose has not. Don’t leave your baby in the care of someone else, but put your pet in a kennel. Yes, I know the pet or pets are a part of your family, but they are not a part of mine. To you, they are cute little people with four legs, but to me they are just pet-z pets. If it is a good Pet boarding home, they will be okay until you return. In fact, they will give you more love because you gave them time to miss you. Take pictures of your pet(s) to show your family and friends. They will appreciate the pictures much more than they will enjoy seeing them. If you choose to take them, you nor your pets may be invited back. People are funny that way. They love their own pets not yours.
They might tell others we loved having him/her here for the holidays, but he/she disrupted our lives with her/his pet-z pets. Don’t invite him/her unless you want extra company. Where ever he/she goes, they go together. He/she don’t scold them either. He/she will sit there and watch them chew or scratch up your family or friends’ sofa and think what they are doing is cute. IT IS NOT CUTE! When the holiday ends, everyone will breath a sigh of relief and say thank heavens it’s over.
Now, about that baby. I suppose you’ll just have to take that pet-z little baby with you. Grandmother and grandfather will never forgive you if you leave him/her in the care of the Nanny. To make Grandma and Grandpa happy, you’ve got to bring that crying, diaper changing product evacuation from the bowels BABY.
When you leave, don’t forget to say HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Carrie Ware

Railroad Park

Railroad Park
After church today, I went to Railroad Park. It is Birmingham’s newest park named so because it is close to Birmingham’s Official Railroad Station. Finding a place to park was somewhat challenging. As a final recourse, I gave up and walked two blocks to the park. Men were busy building something even on a Sunday.However,  my struggles were not entirely  unproductive. While searching for a place to park, I discovered the Negro Baseball Hall of Fame. I suppose the builders had a deadline they needed to meet or they could have read in the Bible that some men esteem one day over another, but all days are the same to God. We need to take one day to rest.
It might have been difficult to find a park because many of the streets were blocked off due to construction. The city is building Condos and Apartments near the park across the streets from Region’s’ Baseball Park. Because the Park and the Baseball Park are near each other, I’m sure there will be inside parking made available to the residents. Citizens of Birmingham, good Luck finding a place to park once the buildings are completed. Maybe the city will build us a parking deck for the park goers.
When I started walking in the park, I saw fathers who had children for the weekend and mothers who had children every day. The children were happily playing on the gated playgrounds and the parents were talking on their telephones pretending to watch the children. Other park goers were taking pictures of the scenery and of each other. A few had rented bicycles and rode perspicaciously around the park. Mostly all of the serious-minded joggers had their telephone in their hand and their earphones in their ears. I suppose they were listening to their favorite music or instruction on how to jog correctly in the presence of others. They looked so intentional about jogging until I almost went back to the car for my phone. Then I remembered it was two blocks away. Oh, next time is as good as any. If I had gone back, it  was problematic I would return.
I walked around the park one and one half times then I got in my car and went home. My son had come by earlier and asked if I wanted to go to Sunday Dinner with he and his family. However, I had already eaten. He promised to call when they got home. I may have been at the park when they got through with Sunday Dinner. I’ll check with him tomorrow since I didn’t hear from him.