C.: Hey, d.c. I know that you’ve been studying for a big exam today. That’s why you haven’t been able to send me any scripts for a few days. d.: Yes, Cal.E.  that is accurate. . C.: How did you do on the exam? d.: Not as well as I had hoped, but about what I expected, I suppose. C.: What was the test on? d.: Mental health. C.: d.c, you’ve worked at six different correctional facilities, and you’ve been involved in correctional care for the last fourteen years. d.: And? C.: We

C.: Hey, d.c. I’m sorry you had to work on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day,,,   d.: That’s okay, Cal.E., my family is going to celebrate the holidays tomorrow.   C.: That’s good, and I hope that tomorrow is as good as yesterday was for my kittens and me.   d.: Oh, did y’all have fun?   C.: YES!!! T. bought sleds for all fourteen of my kittens and me, and he imported snow and an incline to ride them on. We also all got a lot of cat toys to play with. I wish every day was like

PUPPY PATTER  by T. Puppy Katt: It looks as if Dad left his computer on while he and Mom went on Christmas vacation. I hope that helps Mom get over her headache. She's had it for several years now! Anyway, Dad’s computer can translate both Dogma and Catonese. That’s how that annoying cat who lives in Wayne Manor with her third husband, the six-time World Association of Cat-fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology, Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As T

C.: Hi, d.c., can you do me a favor and watch my dogs tonight?   d.: When did you get a dog?   C.: Not A dog, two dogs.   d.: When did you get two dogs?   C.: Yesterday. my third husband, six-time World Association of Cat fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology heavy weight champion of the world, Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. the Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken (by T.’s for BFF,

C.: Hey, d.c, do you remember what the name of that course was that you took a couple of years ago to help improve your memory? d.: No, but shy do you ask about something I don’t remember happening? C.: I guess that answers my question As for yours, I want my third husband, six-time World Association of Cat fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology heavy weight champion of the world, Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. the Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorte

d.: Cal.E, I’ve got a major paper to write, and I need to get ready for a trip next weekend. I also have a final exam nest week. Can you please write the script today?   C.: No can do, d.c. My third husband, Tucker Tucker Two, a.k;a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known AS The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken (by T.’s former BFF, business partner with the Triple T Cat Cartel and former World Association of Cat Fig

C.: Hey, d.c. I know that you’ve been studying for a big exam today. That’s why you haven’t been able to send me any scripts for a few days. d.: Yes, Cal.E.  that is accurate. . C.: How did you do on the exam? d.: Not as well as I had hoped, but about what I expected, I suppose. C.: What was the test on? d.: Mental health. C.: d.c, you’ve worked at six different correctional facilities, and you’ve been involved in correctional care for the last fourteen years. d.: And? C.: We

While Cal.E. is hosting her podcast, d.c. is lamenting his near misses with ideas for television shows… d.: I had some good ideas for t.v. shows, but they all got shot down before they could be made into pilots and put on the air. At my age, I’ve produced a lot of ideas. I produced the idea for “The Big Blame Theory” where everyone on the show blames someone else for their problems. It was too cliché, the producers said. I also produced an idea for a similar sounding show, bu

C.: Hello, and welcome to today’s edition of Cal.E.’s Korner, brought to you by the good folks at POTTC cat food. For food that’s out of this world, try Planet of the Talking Cats cat food. It’s so good, you’ll think that it’s not of this word. And that’s because it isn’t. Today, we have two incredibly special guests on Cal.E.’s Korner, sponsored by POTTC Cat Food. First, we have the…backup quarterback for the replacement Oilers? Mr. Justin Case. JC.: Hi, Cal.E., I just want

C.: Well, d.c. hasn’t sent me a script in a while, and I’m trying to follow Ralph and the RoCKats on their ADIDAS tour, so, I've been on T.'s motorcycle a lot lately. It seems that with Ralph, the world’s best (and maybe only) bass player, the RoCKats are taking off. They’ve hit the big time, and that may be because my youngest male kitten is skilled enough to play this instrument, too. At any rate, I’ve been traveling around Greater Houston (that’s from Orange to El Paso)

T. Puppy Katt: Well, it looks as if Dad left the computer unguarded again, and he and that annoying talking cat, Calculating Einstein Katt, who live down the street with the six-time World Association of Cat fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology heavy weight champion of the world her third husband, Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken (by his former

C.: Well, it’s rivalry weekend for college football. As some of y’all know, d.c. is a big college football fan, so he asked me to write the blog by myself. To honor the tradition of rivalry weekend, I’ll make my predictions for some of the bigger games, using the mascots to determine who will win and lose. I’ll start in the northwestern corner of the nation with Oregon and Washington. That’s the Huskies, a hearty breed of dogs against the Ducks. This one is easy, folks. I dog

d.: Well, Cal.E. called me and said that she can manage the blog, and I’m all caught up on my schoolwork for now. I think I’ll just watch a Rockets’ game tonight on my big screen television, but I'll watch the weather first. Even without KD, they’re still doing well. Hmm, that looks like Cal.E.’s youngest male kitten, Ralph the bass player,  playing the national anthem with Cal.E..’s old band, the RoCKats. Ralph's the world's best (and probably only) bass player, but he

C.: Hey,, d.c., I haven’t heard from you in eight days. What’s going on?   d.: I’m sorry I haven’t sent you a script in over a week, but I’ve been busy at my new job. We may need to cut back on our blog posts to just one or two times a week if this keeps up.   C.: Well, have no fear, my peer will take care of the situation.   d.: Okay, thank you Cal.E.   Later that same day…   d.: Hmm... I wonder what’s going on at the end of the street. It looks like a party at Wayn Manor. I

d.: Wow! What a game! The Texans were way behind and won the game in the last minute when their backup QB dove into the end zone for the game-winning score! Oh, shoot! I forgot that I left some of my class work to do today, since I’m off work…now I just need to make sure that all my assignments are in, and…yes! I’m glad I asked Cal.E. to look through the scripts that Eudora and I typed up yesterday. She should have no problem finding a good one, so I’ll just relax, maybe take

C.: I wonder why d.c. hasn’t sent me a script in six days? I think I’ll call him and see. (ring) d.: Oh, hi, Cal.E/ I’m sorry I haven’t sent you a script for almost a week, but I’m having trouble with my computer.   C.: What kind of trouble? d.: It won’t connect to the internet, so I couldn’t send you my script.   C.: Hasn’t this happened to you before?   d.: Yes, but I was at my dad’s house, and cable was severed. Everyone’s internet was out, but now, it’s just ours. C.: d.c

d.: I don’t see T. Puppy anywhere, and it’s time for her to eat her dinner. I’ll go check the back yard. T. Puppy: I’ll hide on bubby’s bed. He has a white bed spread, so Dad will never see me. He’ll think that Bubby didn’t make the bed up very well on his last leave. I don’t want to eat my dinner. Do they think that I got this figure by being a chow hound, like their old dog, Buddy Bones? As if! And what about my baseball career. I want to be the first female to play cente

T. Puppy: well, Dad’s been at work all weekend, so I’m bored. He usually takes me for walks and plays ball with me, but he said he needed to earn money to buy my kibble by working all weekend. Kibble must be expensive because he’s been gone until bedtime both days. Hmm…Maybe Dad came home and wanted to look something up on his computer. He left it open, and it has a voice command. He also has an app. that will convert Dogma to English, so all I must do is bark into the comput

d.: Well, the World Series starts tonight. I don’t have a dog in the fight, though. However, there are a lot of ex-Astros on each team, so I think I’ll tune in to my favorite radio host and see what he has to say about it.   Live, from Cut-N-Shoot Texas, it’s the Joe Groan Show, here on KEEP?KEEN Conroe/Cut-N-Shoot. And now, here’s the 138 th  ranked sports talk show host in the northeast corner of Montgomery County JOE GROAN!!   JG.: Oh, oh, oh, oh!! I put in an extra “oh” b

C.: (I think I’ll give d.c. a call and see when he wants to meet to write or bog post (ring). d.: Hi Cal.E. You called at a good time. I’m standing in line at the bank. There are three people ahead of me, so we have…about thirty minutes to talk. Hi, good looking. Can I get your phone number…Wait! This isn’t your number; it’s the number to the sheriff’s department. I know that because I work there! You, and the horse you rode in on, please exit the bank and thank you, come ag