Cal.E.'s Korner

d.: Head’um up, move’em out! Yah! Yah!

Herding house cats is a hard job. I think I’ll take a break and catch my breath

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Later that same day at Wane Manor

C.: Sixto, Jodi, and the rest of my precious kittens. Mommy and your borhter Ralph are home with some delicious fish food. Where are you?

d.: Cal.E., twelve your kittens are out on their own. J

C.: What do you mean by that?

d.: Well, your third husband (and second here on Earth) the eight-time World Association of Cat-fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology cat fighting 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 former BFF, cofounder with the Triple T Cartel, WACKO tag-team cat fighting partner and then chief rival for T’s WACKO championship belts and nemesis in real life and now best friend again after T beat him for the WACKO middleweight cat-fighting title

and then woke him up

and gave  him a delicious Planet of the Talking Cats Cat Treats.

T won two treats and one meow-illion dollars

for beating The Original Tripel T, Tom the Tabby

in their last cat fight) did me a solid, and all he asked for in return was to do him a favor.

C.: And that favor involved driving my kittens out of Wayne Manor like a heard of cattle?!!

d.: Well ,not exactly. Let me explain- odi is in the study because T said shw couldn't survive on her own and Ralph was with you---

C.: Don't bother., d.c. I’m so mad I cannot talk to you or T. right now,

so I’ll close this blog post for today. So, that’s the end of this cat ta(i)le.

Tune in next time and see what I say to my best human friend and my third husband.