Of all the adventures that are thrown at me for a lark by the one on Top ... finding a safe haven has been a 1920's old Victorian House, in Kansas City. No, the neighborhood is just fine, it reeks of real life - sandwiched between 'hoods' that promise fun, although the police sirens are beginning to grate my ears of late. Even the lady birds are beginning to fall out of the crevices on a daily basis, their delicate ears (if they have any) bursting into short flights - and straight into the cat's ever hungry mouth.
That does sound like a story does it not? Well I am waiting on its complete and utter fulfillment. Hopefully, the spring will make it more fun ... and I hear that, comes summer and the really hot weather ( which is not a promise but an actual threat) people from the hoods will be out and I can expect more drama. The roomies promise - that's when the action starts. "You know the heat, it brings the people out, so far its been winter and everyone is holed up", and then, " You will see fights erupting and all kinds of nasty things that will occur right then. This is quiet for now." Awesome. I needed that confirmation was all.
I just cant wait for summer then, I might just have the police right in the back yard too, where all the flowers are growing, giving them some relief from the smelly folks that they might be after. Yep, its the drugs and prostitution beat hereabouts. Maybe I will be able to give them some water and not just to the plants and strike up conversations on homicides and violent deaths. And then, I could stop paying $ 9 to Netflix too. Now that's sorted, I quite realize this could be the cat and the mouse moments. Except bullets fly ... I did leave Gorkhaland for this, really really.
Meanwhile Twist, the cat has become an expert mouse killer ( yea we have one killer right at home). The last time he caught one, he played with it for a goodly half an hour, I gagged on the omelette I had been enjoying as a late breakfast. That mouse in his jaws and the omelette on my mouth was an epiphany --- we were both eating something alive, well, if the egg hatched it would give a chicken would it not? The survival of the fittest. At least mine was nicely done in a plate and smeared with pepper and salt, it even looked pretty. But, the cold deadly play of death that was occurring in front of my eyes, was a truly gag and die moment for me. My heart shriveled up to a tiny size and there was no place for Twist anymore, for a brief while. Maybe it was like the mosquitoes I wait on patiently and slap - splattering its juices into one ugly red/black blotch. Yea, I am done with excuses on why killing something can be such a joy. And this rightly brings me back to the 'I hope I will never have a real time stalker while I wait for a bus to get back home, moments'. But then, I have purchased myself a bodyguard - a stun-gun. Yes, I got one from Amazon, a hefty police special. Others order vibrators, mine is a stun gun. I will be happy to buzz the nasty. Ha!
And I am not going to lather anymore on safety ... damn! When was the last time I got scared of anything? Its like never. Maybe that's the jinx-- not being afraid. I wont ' BDSM Leather' either. The last time I opened the door for these fetish-visitors ( I hope my landlady never reads this blog and if she does I will be booted out of an adventure to a safer place), I managed to look everything but cool. My eyes were glazed with a funny glint, my lips formed a shape, I just know it ... but no words came out. It was as if a golden Brad Pitt had materialized and and I was caught gaping. What could I do? I haven't really had a bearded lady in the living room before have I?
That does sound like a story does it not? Well I am waiting on its complete and utter fulfillment. Hopefully, the spring will make it more fun ... and I hear that, comes summer and the really hot weather ( which is not a promise but an actual threat) people from the hoods will be out and I can expect more drama. The roomies promise - that's when the action starts. "You know the heat, it brings the people out, so far its been winter and everyone is holed up", and then, " You will see fights erupting and all kinds of nasty things that will occur right then. This is quiet for now." Awesome. I needed that confirmation was all.
I just cant wait for summer then, I might just have the police right in the back yard too, where all the flowers are growing, giving them some relief from the smelly folks that they might be after. Yep, its the drugs and prostitution beat hereabouts. Maybe I will be able to give them some water and not just to the plants and strike up conversations on homicides and violent deaths. And then, I could stop paying $ 9 to Netflix too. Now that's sorted, I quite realize this could be the cat and the mouse moments. Except bullets fly ... I did leave Gorkhaland for this, really really.
Meanwhile Twist, the cat has become an expert mouse killer ( yea we have one killer right at home). The last time he caught one, he played with it for a goodly half an hour, I gagged on the omelette I had been enjoying as a late breakfast. That mouse in his jaws and the omelette on my mouth was an epiphany --- we were both eating something alive, well, if the egg hatched it would give a chicken would it not? The survival of the fittest. At least mine was nicely done in a plate and smeared with pepper and salt, it even looked pretty. But, the cold deadly play of death that was occurring in front of my eyes, was a truly gag and die moment for me. My heart shriveled up to a tiny size and there was no place for Twist anymore, for a brief while. Maybe it was like the mosquitoes I wait on patiently and slap - splattering its juices into one ugly red/black blotch. Yea, I am done with excuses on why killing something can be such a joy. And this rightly brings me back to the 'I hope I will never have a real time stalker while I wait for a bus to get back home, moments'. But then, I have purchased myself a bodyguard - a stun-gun. Yes, I got one from Amazon, a hefty police special. Others order vibrators, mine is a stun gun. I will be happy to buzz the nasty. Ha!
And I am not going to lather anymore on safety ... damn! When was the last time I got scared of anything? Its like never. Maybe that's the jinx-- not being afraid. I wont ' BDSM Leather' either. The last time I opened the door for these fetish-visitors ( I hope my landlady never reads this blog and if she does I will be booted out of an adventure to a safer place), I managed to look everything but cool. My eyes were glazed with a funny glint, my lips formed a shape, I just know it ... but no words came out. It was as if a golden Brad Pitt had materialized and and I was caught gaping. What could I do? I haven't really had a bearded lady in the living room before have I?
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