Cal. E.’s Corner
You may notice that there is only one picture today. It is of me. That is because the animal (best) part of this edition of the blog is about ME!
I was born to a young feral barn cat who was too young to take care of kittens by herself. She gave my littermates and me up for adoption. She had a hard enough time catching and killing her own food to eat, because her humans barely gave her enough to survive. So, she asked her human to take my littermates and me to the local shelter. That is where I met Big Red. He took one look at me and fell in love (and who could blame him?)
Okay, I am not sure if the first part of the story is true. I do NOT know how I ended up at the shelter. I just know that Big Red took me to his house, and I have lived there since then. I am happy where I am, despite the foster babies and foster animals. It is a good life!
Now, about the picture yesterday. You may have noticed that the picture was of a male dog, and the name of the dog in the story was Belle, a traditionally female name. Like I said before, Dad just finds pictures of animals that look like the ones in the story. Maybe the dog in the picture was a canine female impersonator? Or Dad just liked that picture because it looked like his favorite dog. Anyway, the story of the human in the human kennel is about a human female impersonator.
JoJo E. Davis (not his real name, and the E. obviously does not stand for the same thing that the E. in my name stands for. He is obviously no genius). JoJo was a man who said he was a woman.. in prison. That does NOT sound like a genius to me. He was in an all-male prison, impersonating a woman. That does NOT sound very smart. I mean, would the other inmates not ask him to wash their clothes and dishes and ask him (excuse me, her) for sage advice? Oh, yes. It IS the twenty-first century. Just because an inmate in the human kennel asks for a bra and other feminine things does NOT mean that he thinks he is a female, making him smarter than the other inmates. He may have just had big breasts. At least he was not asking the state taxpayers to pay for his drugs to transition from male to female.
All this thinking is making me tired. It is time to take a nap now. Until tomorrow, be well.
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