Sunday is a Fun Day… So they say…


Bad Cat by Greg HergerT

Sunday, a fun day???  Where are on earth did they come up with that idea… last time I checked, my Sunday is spent washing, cleaning, and running errands for ungrateful Furballs… Yes, those hairy, conniving, fingerless, mewing, theiving little Fat Furballs... that demand to be fed, petted and tons of food…  where on earth do these evil little creatures come from and how did I become their servant???

One day it was just me, with all the freedom to do whatever I wanted on any given Sunday, then one showed up, with her snaggletooth and muddy little fur, with big pitiful eyes, with a whisper soft meow that said… Please feed me… how could I resist… so feed her I did, her fur began to clean up, her pitiful eyes turn to love, when I would place food out for her, then one day she came in the house, then one night she took over the bed, leaving me half the bed to sleep on, but I didn’t mind, she needed a home…

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Winkie Cat by Greg Hergert

Then one morning, there was another, he was young and a big ole scaredy cat… with a slight limp, he would run when I would place food out for him, then as I close the door he would run up and gobble it all down… 4 weeks later, he took over the couch when I turned on the TV forcing me to the chair… greedy little bastard… soon I was left with a quarter of the bed, one on each side squeezing me in middle… walking across me in the middle of the night to swap sides…


Compassion Cat by Greg Hergert

Yesterday, I noticed there was another on on the back porch… homeless I am sure of, due to her soulful mewing, lowered head and scruffy fur… I don’t know how long it will take for this one to take the remainder of the bed, but I guess I will just prepare to move to the spare room and leave these 3 loving, funny, demanding sweet peas to have the master suite as they do own the house and rule the kingdom and I am just a Furball servant…



Alien Salute by Greg Hergert


Silence can be so Fucking Golden….

SilenceThere is a lot of good  to be said for “silence”… not the kind of silence where you are curled up on the couch with a nice glass of wine and your favorite “foot – foot”snuggled up next to you… and you are reflecting on your day, the next sip of wine ( hell baby – whether or not to get up and “open” another bottle of wine …. cuz after all it is a school night!!!  Maybe you should hold it to 1 bottle of wine this evening…)  No, not that kind of silence…  Though who the hell wouldn’t want a night of peace and quiet like that…  But put away your fantasy thoughts and special toys and accept that those evenings are either far and few in between, things you hear about from your girly friends as they brag about their night alone or it is just an urban myth…  Based on the choices, I am shooting that those evenings are just an urban myth!!! One that is not meant for you or any of your girlfriends and those who talk about it…  Well.. they are just trying to cover up their lame lives and try add some spice to it to not only  make themselves feel better but to make themselves feel allot less pathetic about themselves…  Don’t they know as their friends, we would never really judge them???  LOL… Yeah right!!!  Going to Hell for that one baby….

No, that is not the type of silence I am talking about… Oh, HELL No!!! The type of silence I am talking about is the type where you are in the same room as someone you have know for a million years.. and you want to talk… you wait for them to to talk… you hold your breath in anticipation when you think they may start a conversation with you only to be let down once again..  You want to spew some shit outta your mouth… but you can’t, you won’t…  You can’t because of the silence… the deafening silence that is there…. taunting you… calling you… The earth shattering deafening silence… Why is that???   What is it and what causes it???  How do and can you stop it…. Shut it down and better yet, how do you shut up the fucking silence???  Yes, I said shut up… the deafening silence???  Silence as we know,  screams louder than any other noise and says more than anyone or any words can ever be said to you… You hear the silence clearer than any words you will ever hear…

You have come to accept that, it isn’t easy to shut up the silence; it is way more complicated  and complex than you think, realize and understand… but most importantly, you have to ask yourself… do you really want to stop the silence???   This “Golden Fucking Silence???  Are you OK with the deafening silence???  Is it so bad…. so loud that you can’t focus???  Have you adapted to the silence …. these are real things you have to ask yourself… has the silence become as comforting as the urban legend of the myth of the “foot – foot” curled up next to you on the sofa keeping your feet warm with her tail???  ( For those of you idiots whom do not know what a “foot-foot” is…  it is a pussy cat baby )  Once you start to ask those questions, then you must then accept that the silence has now become “Fucking Golden” and you wouldn’t and you won’t give it up for anything in the world… You have become adapted to the silence….  You find comfort in the silence, you find both refuge and safety… You are now a part of the silence… you have created and enabled it and more importantly…. you long for it… the silence is soothing… it is after all ” Fucking Golden”…. so sweet, yet bitter and yet so very quiet, comforting …. even though so deafening….

To talk to anyone at this point would be accepting accountability for the silence and the guilty pleasure you find in it… after all, there is something to be said about having a “foot-foot” curled up next to you keeping you warm and only listening to the soothing sounds of her purrs…   Silence is, can and will be so “Fucking Golden”… Enjoy it.. as one day, it will change and you will long for the silence… It really isn’t that bad baby…. enjoy and cherish it…  It shows the strength within yourself to not rely on anyone or anything but yourself and your own inner strength…

Ciao Bella…. Sarah B….