Cal.E.'s Korner

C.: Hey, d.c., where are you? It’s time to write our blog.

d.: I’m drivng to work, Cal.E.

C.: I thought that this was one of your days off. Why are you going to work today?

d.: Because I need to earn more money.

C.: I thought that you and the other kennel nurses just got a raise.

d.: We did. But now, I can’t take in anything to drink, and you know how much liquids I consume on a daily basis. I must buy all the liquids from the commissary, and that’s not cheap. Also, we now must dress at work, and our uniforms must be cleaned at The Kennel. The cleaning costs come out of our checks, so that’s a payroll deduction. Also, with my raise, I’m in a higher tax bracket, so I’m paying more taxes now. So, my take home pay is less than it was last week. That’s why I’m at work on my day off.

C.: I think I’ll call Tucker and see what he’s doing.

Tux.: (ring). This is the five-time heabyweight cat fighting champion of the world Dr. 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. How may I be of service to you today, ma’am, sir, or nonbinary individual?

C.: Tucker, it’s me, Cal.E., your new wife and love of your life. How’s your training going now that you've defenided your dissertation on playing and hiding at Cat Skills College?

T.: Oh, hi, Cal.E. Actually, I was just about to get into the ring.

C.: I thought that your fight wasn’t until next week.

T.: This is an exhibition. It will tell me how far along I am with my training.

C.: OH, okay. Put me down for one million on you, big guy.

T.: I can’t take bets on this because it isn’t a real cat fight. My training partner and I are just sparring, that’s all.

C.: That sounds boring, so I’ll look for something else to do. Good luck, or, should I say, ‘break a leg’?

T.: Break a leg is good, as long as you’re talking about the other fighter, not me.

Later that same day

C.: Well, now that I have my kittens straightened out at The Kennel, Tucker is training and d.c. is working all the time, maybe I should get my band back together. I’ll call the other RoCKats and see if they want to jam.

And, in the galaxy next to the Milky Way Galaxy, known as the Almond Joy Galaxy.

Buddy Bones: I’ve got to get out of this galaxy and back to my old home. This galaxy is full of nuts. I’ll make my own calculations because one cannot trust anyone else currently. ELAC almost hurled me into outer space with her calculations. Fortunately, Meow Z. Tongue’s spaceship pulled me back into Earth’s orbit. Unfortunately, I was obligated to come back to HTRAE when that bothersome animal control officer almost found me and put me in The Kennel when he figured out that I was the dog that bit ten mailmen in one day. Mom and Dad hid me while I was on Planet Earth, but, when I left, they decided to go on an infinite amount of cruises. They weren’t around to hide me anymore, so I left the planet. I can do my own calculations, though. Let’s see, E= MC squared. Yes, that should do it. Now, I’ll approach the Milky Way Galaxy at night, so that I won’t be noticed… what’s that noise?

Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life End over end, neither left, nor the right Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life

Make me, oh, make me, Lord, more than I am Make a piece in your master game plan Free from the earthly temptation below I've got the will, Lord, if you've got the toe

Bring on the brothers who've gone on before And all of the sisters who've knocked at your door All the departed, dear loved ones of mine And stick 'em up front in the offensive line

Yeah, dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life End over end, neither left, nor the right

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Paul Charles Craft

BB: My poor, sensitive ears! Abort mission! I must find a

new home. Maybe I'll try the Mounds Galaxy. I hear there aren't any nuts there.

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