The Story Of "Clawdia Le Pew"

That's It. I am changing Salem's Name To "Clawdia Le Pew". Statistics say that only 5% of spayed female cats spray, I ended up with one of those 5. When Salem was a kitten she was the sweetest little thing. She liked to lay on Debbie's lap and purr for hours. We never had a problem concerning her claws because she would only use the scratching post. Since the death of her brother however she has done a 180, She now claws everything in sight and has began to spray every where. I have made an appointment with the vet because I have learned that the best way to handle this is with medication. Believe it or not the medicine that Vets prescribe for this is "Prozac" Or "Paxil". From what I have read it can take as long as 2-3 months to see results. So in the mean time I will also be spending a small fortune on pet fresh and Incense.


When Salem was a kitten,
With Fur as black as coal,
Her temperament was pleasant,
She wouldn't hurt a soul.

But now she sleeps away the days,
and Romps and plays all night,
She sprays on all the furniture,
And claws everything in sight.

Her name of Salem no longer fits,
so this is what I'll do.
I'll Change her Name from Salem,
To "Clawdia Le Pew".

(not really changing her name)

Ambien, Ambien, Oh you the keeper of sleep. A deep Blue Corridor to Engrossing Dreams.

I have been asking my self lately what there is to look forward to when the High light of your day is the end of the day. When the first thing you think about when you wake up is how you can hardly wait till it is time to go to sleep again. And how everything in between is either painful, Irritating, annoying and otherwise unpleasant. Even the mere sound of your spouses Voice or the thought of the phone ringing. And ya' Know what? I can't come up with a single thing. I finally decided to write about it just to fill in a little time but I am already beginning to draw a blank. I could go out earlier than usual to feed the Feral Cats and the sweet abandoned Orange Kitty that some ass hole left at the Apt. complex But then what would I do at the regular feeding time. OMFG my life has become a stagnate hole of routine.

A few months ago I obtained a prescription for Ambien CR. I am now finding out that I have become Addicted to them. I have become so obsessed with them that I count how many I have left every night and live in fear of the day that the Script. expires, which by the way just happened and I am afraid that My doc may not renew it. I find no pleasure in anything any more except" SLEEP" Escaping the realities of everyday life. In sleep I am no longer Debbie and Buck's Caregiver. I can be what ever I want to be. I can return to the days when I used to play music with my friends or to my Theater days when I had the Mind and memory and the ambition to audition for parts in plays. When I had the time to have a hobby. Now I am afraid to leave the house for any length of time for fear that Debbie will fall or get her self in some other sort of predicament, she seems to be very good at that. I really can't depend on any one else because we really don't have that many friends. For some reason People don't seem to like Debbie. Well I shouldn't say they don't like her it's just that most people find her difficult so therefore we don't have very many close friends. Actually my Friend Larry is the only One and that's probably because he doesn't live next door any more. and then There is My Friend Keath. We are what you might Call Pen Pals of sort because we have never met, only talk on the net but I feel as If I have known him all my life. I don't know what the reason is for sure why people don't take to her , maybe it's because she is always sick in one way or another and complaining about this or that. Well I can't go into that right now because it just depresses me. And let me add that she has not always been this way, she has just been dealt a bad hand Health wise. Well I guess that's enough because I am beginning to Ramble and complain my self.

For Winston

Dear Winston,
I hope where ever you are that the flowers smell as sweet as the memories That you leave me with. You were sick for a long time and I hope you know that I tried everything that I could to save you. I don't know where good pets go when they go home but when you get their say hello to Huckleberry and Cody and tell them That Daddy and Mommy love them as we do you. Be happy my little Friend.

The Seventh "B" Finally Accounted for.

The other day my sister called and told me some really amazing news about One of my Uncles. My Dad was one of Seven children. He Had Five Brothers and one sister. All their names started with the letter "B". There were the Boys, Bob, Bill, Bert, Bart, Burney and Burley and the sister Beulah, of coarse she went by her middle name Maryellen.

I grew up knowing my uncles Bob, Burney, Bert and I remember meeting my uncle Bart when I was very young But I don't recall much about him. My other uncle Burley lived what one might call a "Hobo" life style. From what I've been told he drank a lot and wasn't all that pleasant to be around and had a bad temper. Oddly enough though I only have good memories of him being as he was the one that gave me my first drink of beer and taught me to drive a car when I was about 8 or 9 years old. He would put me between his legs on the seat and put the car in gear and let me drive it around a large parking lot across the street from where we lived. This was at a time when he was living with us and trying to get sober which apparently didn't work because he left town and from what I've been told was never heard from again until My uncle Burney received An envelope that contained Burley's personnel effects such as his ID wallet and other Items. Because of this the whole family assumed he was dead.

Well here it is nearly 30 years or more later and My sister gets a call from my aunt Maryellen and finds that Burley Just died a little over 1 1/2 years ago. He has been living in the desert area of southern Ca. near a town Called Nyland. All these years he was alive and could have reached out to his family and didn't. Go figure. And the strangest thing is that the town where he was living is only a short car drive from where His sister Maryellen lives. Apparently he was living at an abandoned Military base known as the "Slabs" because all the buildings have been torn down and all that remains are the concrete "Slabs". It is apparently a popular camp site for the homeless.