|Hey Ladies! It's Me, Gabriela! |
Can we talk?
Okay, Rich is tired and worn out. He's worked seven days straight and still has one to go before he gets a day off!
At least, that's what he's telling me to say. Actually, he's watching a basketball game. Yeah, he's an ass at times! Whenever college basketball season comes around, Faletame tells me Rich forgets about everything else and cements his big butt in front of his 50" television.
I've never actually written a blog before. Oh, I had that "Demon Cat" series that Rich has attached to his blog above, but that's in the past. Besides, I might have pulled his leg a little on that one. Tee hee hee! Rich is so damn gullible at times!
So, I'm here ... and I know that most of you write "Mommy Blogs!" Well guess what?
I'm a mommy!!!!
So, I'm gonna fit right in here. And Janine, you've got nothing on me, girl. You want to complain all the time about not being able to crap in peace with only two young ones. Hell, I had six of them clinging to my nipples at one time! You want to talk about trying to take a crap in peace! Girl, only having two of them young furry pests hanging around would have been a dream!
And ladies, I didn't even have a man around to help me! No, he got his jollies off and then left! No good bastard! Left me before I'd even had a chance to enjoy it! At least, I think he was the one. When we cats go into heat, who keeps track! It's what we like to call a real "block party!" You all should try it some time!
But, there I was. Before you knew it, I was bloated up like a dead armadillo in the middle of the road. I waddled around the neighborhood, trying to find someone to take pity on me and give me a place to live. Damn humans, sometimes they're so superstitious about black cats anyway! Racist pigs!
Well, I found this old woodshed behind a house and set up housekeeping. I could grab a mouse every now and then, but water was a little hard to come by. No, I didn't get to enjoy all the pickles and ice cream and bananas and peanut butter you guys stuffed yourself on during your pregnancy periods! I was lucky to find a mouse that hadn't eaten half a box of D-Con! Girls, you don't know what rough is!
One morning, out they came!
Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop!
Yep, half a dozen ... one after the other. Just imagine giving birth to six at once! And you think you were sore! It was like someone had given me a 64 oz. Big Gulp douche with matso balls!
I rested about two hours, and then I had to find something to eat. I was famished! I finally found a garbage can with some halfway decent spaghetti and meatballs in one of them white containers I see you humans carry food in.
I knew I had to get back immediately to the shed. I'd set up a bed on some old rags, but I knew the kittens would be scooting around. And they had! I had to pick two of them up and set them down with the rest, and then make sure I didn't lay on them as I tried to keep them warm.
The next day, this young girl opened the door of the shed and found me in a very precarious position. They had all just started feeding time, so none of them was even thinking about letting go. I couldn't do anything but lay there and hope that she didn't decide to hurt any of us.
Surprisingly, she left, but came back a few minutes later with a big box. I'd heard stories about cats being either bagged up or boxed up and tossed in the river, but I just couldn't leave my kids alone. One by one, she gently picked them up and set them in the box. Finally, she grabbed me and put me in there, too!
Would you believe there was a real blanket in the bottom for us all to rest on?
The next thing I know the lid's on and we're all being carried somewhere. When she opened it up, I hopped out to find a fenced in patio awaiting all of us. It wasn't God's country, and was kind of cold at times, but it was better than the woodshed in that she supplied me with water and food most of the time.
Well, the weeks went on and on, and that patio began to seem like a prison. Besides that, my six kids were growing so fast! Always underfoot, always wanting to eat (Breast feeding sucks ... literally!), always wanting something. God! If I could’ve just had some peace and quiet.
Then, one day, my prison keeper puts me in a box and takes me in her car to this real house of horrors.
Damn bitch had my tubes tied! I had four feet walking pigeon toed!
So, the next day I get back to the house, and half my kids are gone! Not only am I sore as hell from the operation, but my kids are missing. Where the hell are my kids???
Before I can figure it out, the doorbell rings and here comes a couple looking at the remaining three! They took two of them! Didn't matter what I said or thought, she just picked them right up and gave them to the couple!
You might say I was somewhat pissed!
|Rich, just tell her I've got a headache! |
Just had to get me fixed, didn't you!!!???
So, I'm a little depressed, you might say, and that's when Rich and his wife showed up. Well, they both seemed nice enough, but I sure wasn't in the mood to be talked to or petted. In fact, I was pretty damn fed up with life!
Next thing you know, I'm getting put into some sort of cage and taken to their house. First damn thing I see is this good lookin' male cat named Faletame. But, this guy's also been to the house of horrors and so he can't do anything even if I wanted him to! Just what I wanted ... a life of abstinence.
At least y’all get some when the kids go to bed!
Anyway, that's my story. I don’t imagine Rich will let me write here again. This will probably be the only “Mommy Blog” you’ll see on his site. Oh, he can be a real Mother _____ at times, but he’s no “mommy”, that’s for sure.
It’s been real. You all take care, and when you think you’ve had it bad, just think about me, living with a eunuch that thinks he’s a stud, and a couple of humans that are helping me to get fat!
By the way, how is that ice cream with pickles, anyway?
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