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

“As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.”― Seneca   d.: I decided to give Cal.E. and the silliness we sometimes have in this blog the day off, and I put one of my favorite quotes from Seneca at the beginning of this blog post to introduce today’s main theme. As some of you who are personal friends of mine and some of you regular readers are aware, I lost my mother earlier this year. I think, though, that her life epitomized Seneca’s

C.: d.c. said that he had a “bit gym day” today, since he’s off work. That’s why he asked me to write the blog post by myself today. I don’t know if he meant that he had a big day at the gym or he was going to a large gym to work out, but I do know that his goal is to look like this guy. That’s okay, because I have a lot to say…... d.c., what are you doing here? d.: Well, the power was on the blink at the gym, so I decided to come home…   C.: And work out at home?   d.: No, I

C.: Well, I see that, since he got off work early today, d.c. is engaging in his hobby.   d.; Hey, Cal.E.! Lawn care is no hobby!!   C.: d.c., where did you come from?   d.: When I heard you say that I was engaging in a hobby, I had to come over her to Wayne Manor and straighten you out!   d.: But…you’re like, one-hundred years old, and you can’t hear Eudora call you to dinner. That’s probably how you lost so much weight.   d.: I am not one-hundred years old!   C.: Well, are

d.: Cal.E.?!! What are you doing here?   C.: Well, uh, well, I tried to call you, but you didn’t answer your phone, so I walked down here to see what was going on. d.: Well, Eudora is off from work this week, so we decided to take advantage of the situation.   C.: Well, from the sound of it, y’all did a.good job of that. I mean, I could hear y’all all the way out here in the living room, and y’all had the door closed.   d.: Well, it’s a natural, normal thing for humans to do

C.: Well, d.c. didn’t answer his phone and he hasn’t been around for a couple of day, , so I’ll just check in on him…hmm... It looks like he left his computer open to our  script for today’s blog post. That’s curious, he hasn’t written anything. Maybe I’ll give typing one more try, even though I don’t have opposable thumbs. The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy old dog.’ This phrase, according to d.c., uses all the letters on the keyboard, and it actually makes sense .  I

d,: Well, that was a traditional Deep South meal, fried chicken and potato salad. I’d better cal Cal.E. and let her know that she doesn’t...

C.: (OOPS! I overslept.. I accidentally set my alarm to Friday instead f Thursday and d.c. wanted me to write the blog by myself...

d.: (ring)Cal.E., I asked you to write the blog solo yesterday because I needed to see Dr. J. What happened?   C.: Isn’t Julius Erving...

d.: Hey, Cal.E., I see that you wrote yesterday's blog and did a good job of showing new readers around OUR blog. However, when you...