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.: I wonder what D.C. and Eudora are doing now? With their sons all moved out and/or married, they have time to do some really fun things, I’ll bet. I’ll call D.C. and see (ring) D.: Hello, Cal.E., I’m glad you called- C.: So, we could shoot the breeze? D.: No, actually, I had something else in mind- C.: Like you were going to help me finish my book, now that you have so much free time? D.: No, I can’t do that- C.: Oh, so you’ll take my fourteen grown!@#$ kitten

D.: What's that noise? Oh, my phone must be ringing. Hello. C.: Hey, D..C., why didn’t you send me a script for the last days? D.: I told you, Cal.E., I was going to a relative’s birthday party, and it was out of town. C.: but I thought you said the main part of the party, the meal, was in the afternoon. D.: Yes, and then we had an after party at the rental house. C.: What did y’all do at the after party? D.: We just got caught up, since we hadn’t seen each other f

Tux.: ??? Another word for synonym in the English language? Let’s see what CNN says about this…Wow! Not even Cats Need knowledge can help me, so I’ll go back to training now.

Tux: Cal.E., get in here pronto. I want you to start working out with me so I can lose enough weight to e4nter the WACKO welterweight division and earn that belt as well as my eight others. C.: Sure, 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 your former bff and business associate with the Triple T Cat Cartel, then your chief rival for your eight Wo

C.: I must call D.C. to see what he meant by saying he didn’t have much time. (Ring) D.: Hello C.: Oh, thank goodness you answered your phone because that means that you’re still alive. I just need to know one thing. D.: Which is? C. What did you mean when you said you didn’t have much time? Do you have a terminal illness, one that cannot be treated effectively with the drugs y’all have on this primitive planet? D.: No, that’s not it. C.: Then, are you packing to

C.: Hmm. It looks like D.C. left me a message on my phone. Maybe he is calling to apologize for not sending me a script for several days. I’ll check the message and see… Hi, Cal.E., I don’t have much time so… What did he mean by that? Did he mean that he didn’t have much time to talk? Is that why he hasn’t bothered to send me a script in several days? I’ll just call him and see…No, if he is busy, he won’t answer his phone, and since it’s almost time for my early evening cat n

(Ring) Oh, hi, D.C. What have you been up to? D.: Learning to speak Russian. C.: ??? D.: Because when you and T. Puppy Katt were messing around with my computer, y'all changed the language... C.: To Portuguese, which you now speak. D.: NOt well. Anyway, now this website is in Rusaian, so I must lern that language, too, I suppose. I cannot read the directions to turn it back to English if the directiioons are in Russian, and I don't know how to read the Russian language. That

C.: And now, the conclusion of D.C. Scott's short story MURDER OR MERCY? As the jurist finished their pizzas and washed their hands, they discussed the case. Michael sensed that it was time to ask for a verdict. “How does everyone vote?” As he went around the room asking for votes, everyone voted “not guilty” except Fred. He wasn’t sure that his blood sugar was at an adequate level to make a rational decision. One look from Jeremy, though, quickly changed

C.: And now, part eight of D.C. Scott's short story,... MIURDER OR MERCY? As the jurist finished their pizzas and washed their hands, they discussed the case. Michael sensed that it was time to ask for a verdict. “How does everyone vote?” As he went around the room asking for votes, everyone voted “not guilty” except Fred. He wasn’t sure that his blood sugar was at an adequate level to make a rational decision. One look from Jeremy, though, quickly changed his mind. He

C.: And now, part seven of D.C. Scott's MURDER OR MERCY? When Joel left, Joaquin took a shower and popped open the first of several beers. It took a while and more than a few beers for the large man to become inebriated because he was a large man with a high tolerance to alcohol. When he fell asleep, though, he could only dream about the possibility of being tried for and convicted of the murder of his employer. He also wondered if The State would try to convict him of

C.: And now, part six of D.C. Scott’s short story... MURDER OR MERCY? What killed Jim Payne wasn’t an overdose of morphine, but an air bubble that went to his brain. It was injected into his carotid artery with an empty syringe and a small-gauge needle. The smallest ones you use to vaccinate calves and foals are 18 ½ gauge x 1 1/2” needles. I know this because that’s what I use on my young livestock. That size needle wou

C.: Well, D.C. is still taking his finals, so I suppose we’ll continue with his short story… D.: Hold on, Cal.E. I have something to say. C.: Oh, I didn’t know you would be available. This must be important. D.: It is. The Rock-N-Roll lost a Hall-of-Fame drummer on Monday. Frank Beard, the drummer for the band Z.Z. passed on Monday. He was in hospice care, so he wasn’t expected to live any longer than six months; it is probably more of a relief to him and his family. Ho

C.: This is part four of D.C. Scott's short story... MURDER OR MERCY? “Is that name supposed to mean something to me?” Harry was baffled. “I take it that you’re in the two percent of people in Texas who don’t follow high school football. Juaquin Salazar was a star defensive tackle for East Side High in Houston a few years ago. He was a four-star recruit who chose to go the junior college route. He’s a big man, about six feet three, and he weighs about 285. He would wea

C.: And now, part three of D.C. Scott's short story MURDER OR MERCY? “Go get Mommy her newspaper, Belle.” Judith gave the command, and the small pup disappeared. She reappeared two minutes later with the local newspaper in her mouth. The dog laid the paper at Judith’s feet and licked her hand, just as Judith reached for one of her treats. “She’s smart, and she loves you; that’s obvious. How old is she?” Joel asked. He was fond of dogs, but his girlfriend, Jalisa, was

C.: And now, part two of MURDER OR MERCY? Joel decided he needed some more information that didn’t come from Joaquin, so he set up an appointment to visit the Payne Ranch the next day. He wanted to see how much information he could gather from a conversation with Judith Payne. As he entered the Paynes’ ranch house, he noticed something unusual. The public defender looked at the small woman and then at the floor. There wa

C.: Well, D.C. is busy studying for final exams. I’m sure that he is also thinking about his dad today, as it would have been his dad’s 98th birthday, and this is the first birthday that his dad has not been here on Earth. So, as a result, I am going to run excerpts from a short story for the next few days. It has been printed in this blog before, so, if you’ve already read it, we’ll see you in a few days. For the rest of you, please enjoy

T. Puppy, Katt: It looks like Dad’s computer is on, and neither he nor Mom are in sight, so, here’s my chance to be rich and famous…well, famous…or recognized? But, before I start, I’ll just need to clear my throat by drinking some fountain water. I well-bred lady dog would never drink just plain old tap water, so, excuse me, y’all, for one brief moment. There, that’s better. Now, where was I? Oh yes, about to claim my place in the annals of history.

C.: Well, D.C. is back in town and well rested from his work weekend away. I suppose now I have time to do as I please, so I’ll just turn my phone to radio and listen to… And now, ladies, gentlemen, nonbinary individuals and animals of all descriptions, KEEP/KEEN Cut-N-Soot/Conroe, Texas, presents, for your listening entertainment, the one-hundred-thirty-eighth ranked podcaster in the northwest corner of Southeast Texas, the one, the only (thank goodness) JOE GROAN!!! Oh, o

C.: So, D.C., have you recovered enough from your weekend to help me write today’s blot post? D.: I have, Cal.E. C.: So, what was the best thing about your weekend away? D.: Well, as you know, I went to a city with some interesting history to work. However, Eudora went with me, so we also had some fun discovering the city and some of the things that it offered for entertainment, but that wasn’t the best…well, let’s just say the most important part of my weekend. C.: This soun