C.: Okay, T., now that you put Meow Z. tongue out on the side of interstate 10, can you tell me what happened at the end of your cat fight with your former BFF, co-founder and business partner with the Triple T Cartel, former World Association of Cat-fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology tag team cat-fighting partner and now chief WACKO nemesis and now arch-rival in real life as well, The Original Triple T, Tom the Tabby? t.: You didn’t watch the fight on television? C

T. Puppy Katt: Well, Dad is busy working on another computer, and that annoying cat who lives at the end of the street in Wayne Manor with her third husband (and second on this planet, 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 BFF, co-founder and business partner in the Triple t Cartel, one-time World Association of Cat Fighting and Knowl

Meow Z. Tongue: Okay, Cal.E., it’s almost check-out time in this five-star dump and you said that your third husband, (and second here on this planet, 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 BFF, co-founder and business partner in the Triple t Cartel, one-time World Association of Cat Fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology tag -team part

Meow Z. Tongue: Okay, Cal.E. we have one more day in this five-star dump, if what you are saying about your third husband (and second on this planet, 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 BFF, co-founder and business partner in the Triple T Cartel, one-time World Association of Cat Fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology tag -team partn

Meow Z, Tongue: Well, Cal.E, It’s getting close to the end of our stay in this five-star dump. To pass the time, maybe you could tell me the rest A STRANGE PLANET. C.: Alright, your immense ineptitudeness (now that he doesn’t have any power over me since he no longer is the Supreme Ruler of the Cat Galaxy where my home planet is; and I don’t live on my home planet, The Planet of the Talking Cats anymore, I can insult the evil ruler that almost ran my planet out of energy bef

Meow Z. Tongue: Cal.E., have you been able to contact your 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 BFF, co-founder and business partner in the Triple t Cartel, one-time World Association of Cat Fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology tag -team partner and now chief rival for his seven WACKO championship belts and now arch ene

C.: MEOW!! M.: Hmm?? WHAT? C.: You slept through the whole day again. M.: As long as we’re trapped in this five-star dump, what else is there to do? C.: Well, you said that you wanted to hear the rest of the story when I let you read the first few chapters of my book: A Strange Planet M.: Your book, Cal.E.? It sounds more like something d.c. scot would write. C.: How would you know? M>: Well, while you were asleep, I took the liberty to open your computer and

C.: Meow? Meow! Meow? MEOW!! M.: Yawn. Meow meow meow meow meow C.: So, are you awake now? M.: Yes, and I thought you were singing the chorus to the anthem saluting me as the Supreme ruler of the Cat Galaxy. C.: Those days are over, Meow. You are now a big, fat pet to an old lady on planet Earth. Your regime was overthrown and you were exiled just like you had me exiled several years ago because you lost the war to keep your power…. M.: No one wins in a war, Cal.E.

C.: Well, since we can’t get out of here until tomorrow, and d.c. is helping his dog, T. Puppy Katt write her life story, I might as well tell you the rest of the story called A STRANGE PLANET It was a dark and stormy night… M.: Isn’t that a bit cliché, Cal.E.? C.: As I was saying, it was a dark and stormy night when I jumped off the eighteen-wheeler bound west on interstate ten. The truck stopped to

Meow Z. Tongue: Cal.E., I’m looking at my social media accounts, and nothing that we did yesterday is on any of them. C.: Or maybe it’s because we didn’t post anything yesterday. M.: Sure, we did. Don’t you remember how we talked about how humans on this planet are generous, but gullible. Also, when they have disagreements that they can’t solve with civilized methods, like playing “Rock Paper, Scissors” until one of them wins, They start wars and drop bombs on other countries

Meow Z. Tongue: Cal.E., Why don’t you call your 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 Tripel T Was Already Taken (by T.;’s former BFF, co-founder and business partner with the Triple T Cartel, former World Association of Cat Fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology tag team partner and now chief WACKO rival, whom he may or may not have defeated for the WACKO middle wei

Meow Z. Tongue: Putting that concert with Ralph and the RoCKats was a lot of fun. Man, your son played the bass like he owned it. C.: Yes, and he played this instrument well, too. I did like putting on the concert, even though I only go to play the last note of the last song. The pay was good, though. M.: Yes, and Ralph and I rocked with our duet, “The Cat’s Meow.” I’m glad he invited me up on stage to join him in his duet. C.: Meow, he didn’t so much invite you, as

M.: Well, it looks like the cat fight is about to start… Why isn’t anyone sitting in Tom’s corner with him? C.: Well, d.c. is there… M.: But he is sitting in T.’s Korner. I suppose that’s because he trained T for this fight. Who trained Tom? C.: I did. M.: Then why aren’t you at the fight with him? C.: Because I got an offer to rejoin my old band the RoCKats... M.: And play the last note on the last song of the concert? You chose that over being inside of the r

Meow Z. Tongue: I didn’t hear anything derogatory about me or King Tom in your story yesterday, d.c., so please continue with A Strange Planet The truck stopped at another fueling station, which awoke me from a long cat nap. Although I was exhausted from the trip to Earth in my spaceship from the Planet of the Talking Cats, my body needed nourishment as well as rest. As I woke up, I smelled a wonderfu

M.: Well, I don’t like this story so far, but please continue, d.c. Maybe it gets better as it goes along. d.: Okay, I will. A Strange Planet (continued) I ran as fast as I could through a green field. There were monsters more than one-hundred times my size occupying the green field, and I couldn’t tell if they were friendly, carnivorous, or inconsequential to my life on this planet. As I ran in my panicked state, a large brindle tom cat was stalking his prey in the lus

d.: I haven’t talked to Cal.E. in a few days. I had a major exam to take. Then, my electricity went out…in the middle of the test. Fortunately, Ace and his wife live just a couple of miles away, so I was able to finish the test (and pass it!) by taking it at his house. I hope Cal.E. has been doing what I asked her to do and kept the blog going by herself…I’d better call her and make sure of that (ring) Hello? Who is this!!! d. It’s me, Cal.E. I was just checking to see if you

C.: Meow Z. tongue, you are no longer the Supreme Ruler of the Cat Galaxy, and we are both on a different planet in a different solar system so, you have no power over me. Meow.: I know, Cal.E., but I need something to do. C.: Why? Did the kindly little old lady who adopted you on this planet die, and you ate her corpse? You didn’t did you? M.: No, I didn’t but I’m getting bored just sitting on her lap and purring. This is different from being the Supreme Ruler of a whol

C.: Well, that was a good concert last night, and the pay was good. I got this awesome shoe thrown up on the stage in appreciation of our music. I suppose caterwauling is appreciated in Southeast Texas. That’s a good thing, because the RoCKats, Ralph, my son and the RoCKats bass player…. I said BASS player and I have a few more dates to play in back allies in this area. Let’s see, the is Beaumont, so next we’ll play in the back allies behind the aesthetically pleasing fence

In Beaumont, Texas, Cal.E. and the RoCKats are missing their bass player …make that BASS player for their rehearsal for their concert in the back alley behind the Piggly Wiggly on Main Street, and his mother, Cal.E. is concerned C.: Ralph, where have you been? You missed our rehearsal for the RoCKats concert tonight. Ralph.: Yes, and I may miss the concert as well. C.: Why? R.: Our bandmate will give me a hard time about missing the rehearsal. Man, I don’t need that k

d.: Trey, you’re going to get married soon, so I want to give your wedding gift to you now, because it may be useful to you even before you get married. I call it fifteen rules to live your by. No. 15. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, but it’s really messy. So, when you go bird hunting, let the dogs pick up the birds. No. 14 When you come to a fork in the road, leave it alone. It may seem like a good idea to pick it up and remove it from the road, but you’ll be ob