Zoe’s Letters To Pinky You Can’t Bite Your Own Teeth Jan 29 2015

Zoe’s Letters To Pinky You Can’t Bite Your Own Teeth  Jan 29 2015

Pink,

I got your email this mornin and I had somethin to say about all that. Just so as you remember what it was you was sayin, I’m repeatin it here:

Zoe

The cat who lives here, Flori, dint really explode but she is shaped like a cement mixer and sometimes people call her one. And then she ate DOG food in a serving size big enough for ME.   Lee got all harrumphy about it and she's the one who said Flori's  gonna pop.  So far she hasn't. I seen you have a dog hood ornament on your  car in the drawing yesterday and I also seen you're sporting a fine red boa(french for scarf-). Yunz must got the big orange light on in the sky if you can drive around in a convertible! It’s freezin and dark up north here and I may even forgo (that’s french for skip) my mornin walk on accounta the salt they put all over the roads hurts my toes! Anyways, just wanted to set the record straight on the explosion.

Pink

Cement Mixer! So listen up Pink, you should hear all the names people’s called me! In light of this,  I might have to show some sympathy on that poor cat, I hate gettin called names. One lady called me a killbasa. I think that’s some kinda fish or maybe a snake, I’m not really sure. But it did hurt my feelins.

Hey speakin a feelins, today mischa and I drew a duet! She made the big painting on the right and I made the one on the left. Hers is called ‘’You Cant Bite Your Own Teeth’’. And I call mine “Hysteria Over Tyrin to Figure Out What the Heck Mischa Means by ‘You Cant Bite Your Own Teeth.’”

This is gonna take quite a bit of figurin on my part. So I’m gonna run out and get some leftover BBQ from the neighbor. If you and your kin wanna weigh in on this, I’d be plenty thankful.

Your Cuz

Zoe

Mischa’s story Divine Remembering is at http://micheldemetriatsouris2.blogspot.com/   please copy and past into your browser....seem to be experiencing technical eoif947fhogiy,!!!

Zoe's Letter To Pinky- Exploding Cats and Convertible Cars Jan 28 2015

Zoe’s Letters To Pinky- Exploding Cats and Convertible Cars

Pink!!

Thanks for sendin those pictures of the ceramic dragonflies you got at your house. I mistook em for cookies! That’s why I asked ya if you had eaten any of them. I do have a few questions...Did you say that bad cat that lives there did or did not eat em? And also who was it that said if the cat ate any more food she was gonna explode? And... did the cat, in fact, explode?

I was dreamin about drivin around in a green convertible and I seen a big fat cat sittin on the side of the road, then all a sudden she was in the sky all flyin apart at the seams! I thought you might fancy that image. Also it reminded me of all them footballs I keep seein in the newspaper. The ones that’s all inflated and deflated and conjugated and makin all the moms cast asprin-sions at them pats up in new england. Or something like that.  Lots a talk and no action uh? Seems like people have a proclivity (that’s french for tendancy) to say one thing and go on ahead and do the complete opposite. Ya hear em all the time sayin things like “play nice!’’ ‘’don’t cheat’’  ‘’tell the truth’’  ‘’may the best man win’’. But then when ya get right down to it, no one follows any a the dang rules!  Ya’d think we was livin is some kind a anarchist state or somethin. Who needs rules anyway? And who needs government? It’s for losers! Well I digress. We’re all gettin ready for the big game on sunday, we’re makin pizza’s and drinkin two hearted ipa’s, on accounta the red sauce looks real nice against our green seahawk tshirts and the two hearted ales, well they’ll make the doublespeak on the redwhite and blue sidelines go down alot easier for sure. Not that we’re biased down here in the swamp. May the best razzle-dazzler win!

Mischa’s story Divine Remembering is at http://micheldemetriatsouris2.blogspot.com/   please copy and past into your browser....seem to be experiencing technical eoif947fhogiy,!!!

Zoe's Letters To Pinky-Bandit in the Backyard Jan 27 2015

Zoe’s Letter To Pinky-Bandit in the Backyard!

Pink!

You shoulda been here Sunday night!  Eek I tell ya there was mayhem or mayday or something like that goin on. We had huge really loud dragonflies flyin around above the swamp and they had searchlights beamin down on us. I even think they mighta adjusted my catracks a little, cause I’m seein things alot different now. We was runnin in and outta the house not knowin exactly what to do until our cousin David called us up on the phone. He says ‘did ya see the news?” And we’re all, “ah no we havent seen the news for a week on accounta the thnuderstorm rendered the big rectangle obsolete we havent been able to get past the press one press two lady inorder to fix it.” Then I hear mischa say, “we got a circus goin on over here.” Then old David musta said “a circus? are you sure it aint the cops!”  Then it got all sorts a confusin, cause mischa dint really mean a literal circus, unless she mistook the dragonflies for jungle animals, there’s no sayin really what she  mighta been thinkin. Anyways David called to tell us to lock our doors and windows and hunker down real good with our eyes and ears wide open, on accounta there was KILLER ON THE LOOSE!”

“KILLER ON THE LOOSE?”  we all shrieked in unison, dear dog! what happened we wondered. Some guy had a big old knife that somehow ended up in some other guys stomach, out in our alligator park! If we hadnt been on a mission in sarasota that day, we could been the one with the knife in our belly!  I always knew there was somethin fishy about that old alligator park, makes killers outta nice young men just walkin around mindin their own business, suddenly somethin in the swamp rises up and possesses them from the inside out, and WHAM somebody else is dead as a doorknob! Sorry business that murderin, and sorrier yet havin to live right next to the swamp wherein the murderer is hidin out! With the situation we had, we couldnt write to you for a few days, we was layin low. Mischa said we had to secure the fortress and all its pressured cargo. But they caught that poor kid who got seized by the evil forces lurkin in the swamp and drug him off to the slammer.

Well I’m kinda anxious just from the recountin of that tale, so I’m gonna give the big eyes to the girls, see if I can ruffle up some chow. Hope you’re doin good Pink and hope it aint snowin to hard up there.

Zoe

Mischa’s story Divine Remembering is at http://micheldemetriatsouris2.blogspot.com/   please copy and past into your browser....seem to be experiencing technical eoif947fhogiy,!!!

Zoe's Letters To Pinky-Sweet Memory Jan 24 2015

Zoe’s Letters To Pinky, Sweet Memory Jan 24 2015

Pink!

I gotta tell you, buttercream icing rules! I can’t get that dang cake off my mind. I’m gonna need some therapy to get on a different track. It’s been three days.

This morning Mischa tried to gross me out so i’d stop obessin.

She said we ate the cake with relish, and that gave me a stomache just thinkin about it (the relish part, that is, green aint in my vocabulary). But it dint really completely cure me from picturin the chocolate delight. I said “we ate it with milk and lamb sandwiches”, which was the truth! I guess vegetarians get a day off when its their birthday, cause we ate all kinds a things we wern’t supposed to on the 22^nd.

Anyway we all ended up with a kind a queasy stomache by the end of the night.

So we took our positions on the couch and the barker lounger and laid low while Mischa started openin up boxes and pullin out all kinds a new garments. In between modeling sessions, i re-introduced said chocolate cake, lest anyone forget there was more to be had. I was just tryin to keep the party goin. No one found that too amusing though and the cake got put up higher on a shelf where i no longer had direct access. But the fashion show was fun and we slept in all our new pajamas! Each one a us had a part to wear. Made for some colorful dreams! And speakin a dreams...  I dreamt that i woke up and couldn’t find the cake! I looked all over the place and even went and got the tall ladder outta the garage so i could peer into the cabinet where i last saw it get stashed. Then i hear voices in my head like two ladies arguin, and the more i listen the more i realize its my moms and its really mornin and i’m really awake and their dukin it out with words. Why? Old B up and tossed that chocolate cake (with white buttercream icing and a big daisy on top)....directly into the outdoor garbage can and the garbage collector had been here and gone by the time old mischa caught the drift! Man it was a sad and a sorry time for us two.

Speakin and sad and sorry, some yahoo in the state government’s passin a new law makin it, ok to carry your gun to school!

‘Not so fast bro’, i thought, wonder what part a guns is deadly weapons he dont understand. Maybe he’s just sick a other people so he’s findin an express lane to our demise.

Swamp must be gettin to em down here.

From a glorious day to a downer day in record time, no cake and now i got to duck when i’m sittin at them school crosswalks in case a small angry person feels like poppin somebody. Listen up, if i’m around at that time, just sayin, i can bring on the canine when duty calls. I lived in city’s that had themselves football dynasties and steel curtains, and polish kill bossies!   I know from fightin back, i’m in.  Wait aminute...wait a minute....what am I sayin? Egad.

I gotta go reconnoiter everything. My life’s outta hand. Maybe i did eat too much a that cake, remember the twinkie de-fense? Later.

Mischa’s story Divine Remembering is at http://micheldemetriatsouris2.blogspot.com/   please copy and past into your browser....seem to be experiencing technical eoif947fhogiy,!!!

Zoe’s Letters To Pinky- Fires in the Sky, Dog Names and Birthdays Jan 23 2015

Zoe’s Letters To Pinky- Fires in the Sky, Dog Names and Birthdays Jan 23 2015

pink,

i got your text message about the dictionary word-a-the-day 'pyrophoric'.....and i think you got a good point. Things that spontaneously combust, they has always had me runnin scared my whole life! And I beleive in messages gettin sent to you from dimensions unknown, just like you suggested. I think this word poppin right up there on the rectangle the other day...it  was a warnin for us to exercise extreme caution if we take one a them balloon rides.

Anyways...mischa said she's workin on the the little speech she’s gotta make at your moms’ weddin.  She said that they aint gettin together to say ‘i do’ on accounta they already did. Thirty seven years ago!. She said when prompted, they’re gonna say ‘i did’ and that’s our cue to do some serious howlin and throwin of flowers and shredded paper. So heads up on that, it may take some practicin on our part as we aint exactly howlin breeds is we?

Speakin a breeds we was checkin out dog names on accounta mischas sister liki has been anglin to get her significant other to buy her a new pup, and he aint exactly cooperatin but liki is more persistent than mischa which is HUGE and so it seems inevitable a new dog is ‘in the cards’ . Which i think means, we is soon to get plasticcredit issued in our names, or somethin like that.

Anyways did you know we had a dog named magritte one time, and that old real magritte’s dog was called loulou...that aint really much of a name is it? We got a friend who calls her dog matisse and he aint even a boy dog! Plus the real matisse dint even like dogs, i guess everyone’s entitled to an opinion. Turns out some a them artists we researched insteada havin dogs, which they thought was too pedestrian, they had themselves oscelots and baby deers as pets.

Einstein wasnt much of a pianter but he had himself a dog named Chico Marx! I like that one, and some fella whose name escapes he got himself a pup named Matzo Ball! Whatever.

i am happy to be called Zoe, which ofcourse we all know comes from the greek word for ‘Life!” And i got plenty of it.

...

We had a big day yesterday celebratin mischas social security check! We went out to dinner and ate cake and took phone calls from all over creation.

I even got fresh cow shanks all chopped up and tied in a bow from the butcher down the street!   And it wasnt even my birthday!

Or was it?   hmmm not sure on that.

Hey I got marrow to dig out, so ...later.

Mischa’s story Divine Remembering is at http://micheldemetriatsouris2.blogspot.com/   please copy and past into your browser....seem to be experiencing technical eoif947fhogiy,!!!

Zoe’s Letter To Pinky: Walk In the Hood Jan 22 1953

Zoe’s Letter To Pinky: Walk In the Hood Jan 22 1953

Pinky Pinky Pinky!

Remember when you wrote to me yesterday and asked my opinion on your wedding outfit? Remember you said, “What about a nice purple boa?” And then I wrote you back and said “Whoa Boa? Aint that a snake?”

And then you wrote back and said, “no that’s french for scarf! “

Well I dint want to mention it but, in the photo you sent with that email, you aint wearin a scarf or a snake, yunz is wearin a huntin jacket! And if I might say so you lookin très butchèe! and that’s french for  Ooo La La! yeah I likes you in that huntin jacket, orange is my favorite color, plus them sunglasses makes you look like you has drawn the line in the sand. Very confident, very  ‘je ne sais quoi pas’!

Also back to your jacket, they say orange is the new slacks, or something like that, so you really are dolled up in high fashion girl. You go out there and pee on them hydrants in the hood this mornin! But hey, is you huntin without me again? Listen your mom knows where the fedex office is at, so if you get somethin worth sharin... just sayin. I know you dont have a big appetite, and if you remember correctly, or if you seen any photos of me lately, you know...I still got my full complement a appetites in tact.

Anyways, I’ll be up there for your mom’s weddin day, cause mischa’s got ta do some yaking in front of the crowd. And I sure do hope you’ll make it down for our weddin, in April. Mischa says we’re all gettin married, her and b and me and all of our families is gettin threaded together at the ceremony. I love inclusion!

Biscuits beckon, so ....   later sister.

OMG I dint realize it and I dint prepare my self neither, it's mischas birthday!

if you got any ideas for presents, text me quick, i gotta get a little quicker on the uptake this mornin. Must a been that marina abramovic video we watched last night, got me all caught up on my navel.

Mischa’s story Divine Remembering is at  micheldemetriatsouris2.blogspot.com

Zoe’s Letters To Pinky:  What Sally Said, & What Pinky Went Without Jan 21 2015

Pink

Geez Tweezers! Turns out old Sally staged that whole nine yards a debacle the other day! She says she knew all about that spring-loaded bed in the RV! She got herself all hid under the covers on purpose! Why you might ask. Well Sally said she was sick and tired, i guess you could say dogtired a lookin at everything from down below and thought she’d get herself an elevated perspective! That there is one smart rover, huh?

She said the world looks completely different from above. We gotta try it sometime. Maybe when I git up there with you during the wedding weekend for your moms.

Hey Pink, I dont know if you noticed or not but everybody in your house got themselves a new outfit for their wedding, but you dint get one! You and me we got our dogsuits and guess what, perhaps that’s all we really need. Our dogsuits and a new elevated perspective. I suggest we try and get ourselves a lift on one a them hot air balloons i seen in new mexico, and not on one a them car lifts like i got stuck on in california!

I’m sure we could learn a lot from up high. Mischa says she and her cousin Mikie use ta do it all the time, get real up high and look down! I guess that’s why old Mikie’s so dang full a words and jokes and political fever or fervor or somethin like that. Anyways a mrcale just happened today when we was foldin the sheets. A big old rainbow fell right acrosst them. We were in the middle a the living room and old mischa went runnin around the house lookin for a prison or somethin like that. She said there wasnt any prisons on the windows so it musta been a miracle.

I said maybe old god was sendin them the thumbs up on their weddin plans.

Hey, gotta run, I heard someone say something about a bakery. Later....

Mischa's Story  Divine Remembering is at micheldemetriatsouris2.blogspot.com

Zoe's Letter To Pinky: Going To The Chapel Jan 20 2015

Zoe's Letter To Pinky: Going To The Chapel

Pink,

Many moons ago, my mom made a painting called “Going To The Chapel, Probably Not Going To Get Married”. It was 2004, we lived nearby the beautiful city of San Francisco. We applied for a marriage license and received one. But within a few weeks time, our right to marry was revoked.  Imagine that! As far as we knew we hadn’t committed any crime. We had a right one minute and the next minute it got snapped away. But 5,256,000 minutes later (that’s about 10 years), our country has begun to change its mind, state by state. Thirty-six states have agreed and the supreme court is perched to consider making it possible for all gay couples in every state to have equal rights. This means, for all of the gay couples in America, we can ‘wed’ or “make one” with our ( oh what shall I call her: my lover; my friend; my partner; my significant other; my beloved; my soulmate; my girlfriend; my wife!)

Mischa by the way is not the only gay person in our family, we got old Elizabeth and me, Zoe, we’s all that way, whatever way that is. They call it gay, and I’m totally down with that on accounta it just has that good vibe positive spin to it. Although I’m gonna tell you right now, it ain’t been all smooth goin from the get go. But that’s history, and everybody knows all about that. Just like with them people who has dark skin, yeah all their troubles is behind them now too, cause they have been given all their rights too! Hmmm. Well at least we got the paperwork done, now we gotta see if the society can get on board with the idea that we really is all “wed”  all “one” and the same.

Anyways my point bein, The girls has set the date! And the house is a twitter with frissons! Or somethin like that. The family’s been alerted and the cakes been ordered. PS. none a us is wearin a tux! We’re girls! in case you were wonderin.

PPS. Mishca’s asked me to make a new painting for the new occasion, I was thrilled!

Cause that old one a hers is so, 2004!

I got the paul newman special advanced age diet dog food waitin for me. So Later.

Mishca’s story Divine Remembering is at  micheldemetriatsouris2.blogspot.com

Zoe's Letter To Pinky- Sally's Big Adventure Jan 18 2015

Zoe's Letter To Pinky- Sally's Big Adventure

Pink!

We got an email this mornin from Roxy. She got her dog Sally stuck on the roof of her RV! They got one a them beds that goes up in the air when you're not sleepin on it, and they squeezed old sally right up to the roof on accounta she was buried under the blankets and no one spied her!  First of all, aint there some kind a rule that they're supposed to know where we are at, at all times? I mean if she wasnt on the floor, dont you think that woulda been obvious! I'm wonderin if we should call the NSA or somebody in charge of conduct and mis conduct.

I like roxy and all but ya gotta draw a line somewhere when it comes to matters a life and death.  A little wake up call or something is in order. We dogs gotta stick together on accounta our people still have trouble gettin our gist, language barrier

s a _itch aint it? Speakin a language, I heard you seen a fox right in the middle of the steel city! What he say? Them foxes can be wiley about spillin any beans. Me and mischa met a fox named molly once in idaho, she came right over and shared breakfast lunch and dinner with us! Ps, she dint bring nothin to the table either, but we dint say nothin to her about it. I seen her with a couple a soft boiled eggs and thought she might share em, but no she dint. Anyway, we gotta try and keep the lines a communication open between all the different types a creatures on accounta makin sure we dont do each other in because a slight misunderstandings originating with not speaakin the same languge,  Is you readin the paper with dana, sheets lisa, seems like no ones able to get along much this week, dont it? Anyways, the good news is sallys safe, you seen a fox, and we're prepared to save the world from  eminent domain, or imminent doom, or something like that, on acconta we are crossin the language barrier, one blog at a time. Later, Cuz.

mischa's story  Divine Remembering is at micheldemetriatsouris2.blogspot.com

Zoe's Letter to Pinky. My Sister and Me and The Thing I Dug Up Jan 17 2015

Zoe's Letter to Pinky. The Thing I Dug Up Jan 17 2015

Pink
This here's a picture we are makin of Liki and Mischa all in one person!
I dint know we could do that, but there it is.
This is what mischa's doin insteada lettin me have full control a the ipad
and makin more drawings and photos of our excavations in the park.
But since you asked about that thing i dug up the other day, the one with the cat face and the big leafy ears...I don't really know what it is either except it did smell like ''baby and old milk mostly, a little hint of oaky applesauce and

it finished with a bouquet of banana'''  

like i tolt you the other day. 

As for this paintin business, it's excruciatin we paint things in and then paint them out all day long. Sometimes we roll back with a decisive look a satisfaction, other times we fly out the door and go for a spin around the neighborhood and do some gruntin.

i'll keep ya posted if anything really worth talkin about happens.

I hear your on your way to them things your people call mountains.

I hate to tell ya but mischa and beth sorta laugh int he face a that word mountain that dana and lee assign to the hill you drive up with the cabin on it.

They said it dont really qualify. But then again, since we dont live around them 14000 feet peaks no more, maybe they'll have more mercy on your difinitions a little later on.  Gotta run, the color blobs is on the pallattes. 

Your cousin,

Zoe.

Mischas Divine Remembering is at  micheldemetriatsouris2.blogspot.com

Zoe's Letters To Pinky: Today's Catch Jan 15 2015

Zoe’s  Letters to Pinky: Today’s Catch

pink

as per usual we went back to the you know where

we took a lady from the wild west with us to check on that gator

he was gone without a trace but we found these two other suspects lurkin

the big fella on the left, we see him almost everyday

but yesterday we caught em in the act of spearin some unsuspectin little fish!

that is not the fish on the right, that’s some animal which i found buried in the sand

next to the swing set

i tried takin a bite outta it but mischa yanked it away real quick and pointed her

rectangle at it over and over

i dont know if she shot it dead or if it was already dead

it smelt like baby and old milk mostly, a little hint of oaky applesauce and

it finished with a bouquet of banana

you ever find one a these up north?

probably be frozen if ya did

anyways, we’s goin for a ride now i dont think the park i son the agenda today

maybe one a them swift trips around the hood

keep warm and keep an eye out for all things buried

could be treasure!

zoe

mischas story Divine Remembering is at micheldemetriatsouris2.blogspot.com

Zoe's Letters To Pinky One More Think, Walk in the Park, or Not Jan 14 2015

Zoe's Letters To Pinky: One More Think, Walk in the Park, or Not

pink

its grey and gloomy here too if that’s any consolidation

mischa took me to the park yesterday and we was walking along that pond that gets all covered in green

whateveritscalled, and we was sort of hummin a little tune and skippin along, mind in our own selves business

next thing i know i’m flying in the air! on account mischa jumped higher than that guy on the seahawks team

who jumped over the offensive and defensive linebackers last week!

why?....you know why?

she spied a huge and i aint kid din at all or exaggeratin either a huge specimen of a gator layin right there in front a us! i thought i was gonna either get strangled on the end a that leash or else swallowed up whole!

fortunately neither of those things happened

old b snuck up on him and took his picture

he was layin at a funny angle we thought maybe somebody had kilt em

later i saw some stupid yahoo throw a big log at him trying to get him to move

he just turned his big snout in the direction of the yahoo and blinked once

man....somedays a walk in the park, just aint!

hope your day goes good today and hope mine goes better than yesterday...

your cousin, for as long as i lives, since liven in this swamp’s getting riskier and riskier!

zoe

mischa's story Divine Remembering is at   micheldemetriatsouris2.blogspot.com

Zoe’s Back, But Not For Long Jan 13 2015

I hate to tell ya, but Mischa says we gotta stop writin everyday on accounta she’s workin on some big project and had ta draw a line somewhere. Now i have no idea why drawin a line would interfere with us puttin my blog out, but thems the new rules.

She has a hard time focusin on stuff and sometimes gets too much stirred up and then there’s a subsequent whirlwind right in the middle a the room!

That’s growl-worthy in her book. And we’ve all had it with that  particular genetic defect a hers.

She’s got her paints out and all lined up in rows, every color’s got its own little club meetin goin on. The room smells like turpentine, and she has the door closed alot.

I can gain access with a knock, but everybody else pretty much steers clear, or should consider steerin clear. Just a suggestion.

Sometimes I can hear real little musical bands comin outta a wire she has in her ear! I wished she’d just turn on the radio like we use ta do so I could hear too, but apparently them days is gone.  I think the people in the bands are instructin her on usin her paints and brushes. If so somedays she seems to follow them instructions real good and other days not so much. I aint talkin behind her back, she’d agree with me on that. Somedays I see her roll her chair back and smile real nice and broad at the thing. But other days I see her lips get all tangled up, them wavy lines form across her forehead and there’s big gusts a wind comin outta her nose. All these are indications that somethins gone amiss in the paintin. That’s usually when i get dragged to some park or beach for said daily ‘exercise’.

Now that the canooks. took that old arctic blast back home, the warm weather’s returned. That means we get to paint in the backyard. That means I get to slip away when she’s not lookin and check out todd and heather’s leftovers. So its a win win  and puts us both in an extremely good mood.

Anyways I’m gonna miss writin and drawin the blog pictures in the morning. but maybe I’ll take up a more serious art form, sculpture perhaps, with a twist,  like underground sculpture. I love to dig! And so does some other creature who’s been lurkin in our backyard! I’ll probably encounter em now that we’re out there so much. And I’m awfully happy mischas gonna be out there with me when I do, on accounta I aint the bravest pup in the universe. It’s good to have backup should an altercation arise. Mischa says I should keep an open mind cause maybe one a them diggin creatures and I will end up bein friends. We could even collaborate on an art project. We could become an overnight sensation! We could get ourselves on the  cover of the ARTNews! Anything’s possible mischa says, “but ya gotta be willin to get your feet wet!” I hate water, she knows that, but I think she’s right, it’s time to dip my toes into it and see what’s next! So until we can take another break...Later.

Zoe's Back- Armadillos and Armed Guerillas Jan 12 2015

Zoe's Back- Armadillos and Armed Guerillas Jan 12 2015

Well dint we have a good huntin day in the park! Ask for an armadillo ... Get an armadillo! Who knew it was that easy. We went lookin for creatures to take pictures of and every time we mentioned a creatures name, up it popped right before our very eyes! Hey if that ain't good luck what is? 

And speakin a luck, Mischa dumped that old tv service a hers on accounta she got real fed up and growly over the bill. She said it kept on seesawin up and down for no reason. Then she couldn't see anything on the rectangle worth lookin at neither, so out the door it all went. She was smilin and we was all glad the gruntin and swearin had come to an end. B said she was askin that rep a whole bunch a rhetorical questions, like she does, and that old rep was gettin testier and testier. Finally Mischa threw her hands up and said, ok then just have someone come and get the whole nine yards!  I asked “ nine yards a what”, and she just swept her hand acrosst the front a her like I was supposed to see something appear in midair, but it dint.

I think she felt like she had nine yards a useless rectangle accoutrements.   I agreed with her cause I was always stepping on some part a it that was on the floor. I'd be chasin my rabbit around before the morning meal and BAM some lady with big lips and tons a teeth'd be yellin real loud to get outta the rectangle!   Then old Mischa'd run over and the lady'd disappear.  Sometimes I got scolded for wakin up old elizabeth.  

Hey back to the park for a minute...we caught them old vultures in a mating dance, inside a real small black square Mischa carries around her neck!  Mischa loves catchin things en flagrantle dilecto. Yeah she caught a mosquito doin it once. Thems big down here! And we seen deers and squirrels do it…right out the kitchen window! (don’t get me wrong they don’t do it together, they stick to their own kind!), and we saw eagles do it once –on the wing!, and rabbits, well who aint seen that!

Last night we was watchin one a them nature programs (not on the tv rectangle on accounta that baby's history) and they had creatures who were ladies for a bunch a years and then one day just up and changed sexes right in the middle a everything!  I guess that’s quintessential diversity right there.  How ya gonna legislate for that missus bambi?  Anyways we’re gonna try and post them vultures matin, if we can, if we cant…just exercise your imagination.

Speakin of imagination, I wonder if them wild animals ever considered armin themselves like bipeds do. I heard mischa talking about armed guerillas, but I aint never seen any a my kind totin guns.

Hey gotta run, there’s leftover turkey sandwiches bein served up. Later.

ps. michel's story: Divine Remembering is at micheldemetriatsouris2.blogspot.com