d.: I gave Cal.E. the day off. In return, she agreed to let me continue posting excerpts from her journal. Today, day ten of her first days on Planet Earth.
Cal.E.’s Corner: Day ten: d.c asked me to watch the Netflix show: I am a Killer. Today’s episode is about a former human kennel dweller that was one of d.c’s patients. I do NOT know why I should watch this show, but d.c. asked me to…
d.: I am going to interrupt this blog and make some confessions.
First, no kicker, even in the NFL, has ever kicked a 67-yard field goal. Justin Tucker, who DID kick a 66-yard field goal, plays for the Ravens, not the Lions.
Second: I do NOT talk to my son’s (dead) cat. We DID get her from the pound, and who knows where she was before that? However, no one has EVER been able to identify a planet called POTT-C, or Planet of the Talking Cats
Third: Tom the Tabby and the Tuxedo are NOT real. Their characters are based on my other two sons’ cats. It is called using my imagination and being creative.
Fourth: I AM a nurse, but I do NOT take care of animals anymore (I did that in high school).
Fifth: (Bad) Buddy Bones is a thirteen-year-old Beagle-Terrier-Mini-Pinscher (and a few other breeds) mix with arthritis. He is NOT capable of a coup to take control of my house.
Sixth: There is no such thing as the band OC/DC. I made that up
Seventh: (and most importantly): I do NOT resemble either Brad Pitt or George Clooney. (I am MUCH more handsome than either.)
Man, I feel better already. Join me tomorrow for this FICTIONAL blog about FICTIONAL characters written by an author of FICTIONAL WORKS.
And remember, identity theft is NOT writing fiction; it IS punishable by law.
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