organized chaos

And now a word from our host,

Rod Serling.

Good evening. On tonight’s episode we ask the question, “Is there any merit to the old stories about the mysteries surrounding cats?” We’ll explore the old superstition that you just can’t get rid of a cat.

We’ll meet a nice girl

who like any nice girl, just wants a clean smelling house.

So imagine her disgust when she finds out her jerk of a cat has urinated in and around various places in her humble abode.

We’ll surely find out if that old adage is true when she throws that jerk of a cat outside once and for all and starts to unassumingly enjoy the smell of a clean laundry room instead of a laundry room that stinks of cat box and feces.

It’s a gruesome tale we have to spin tonight, folks.

Because imagine this nice girl’s surprise to find this jerk of a cat lurking around the house every time she turns around. She knows she threw him out. Several times, she’s sure of it.

So we beg to ask the question, “How is it, that the cat is napping in luxury right by the computer desk where she types?” or “How is it, that the cat is lazily walking through the kitchen like he owns the joint, when surely he must know by now that he will be an outside cat?”

Is it magic? Voo doo of the blackest sort? A secret cat door that only appears in 95 degree weather? An ability that only the jerkiest of cats possess to walk through walls?

But wait! Could it be the gremlins that reside with the nice girl? The ones who stand in the 95 degree heat with the screen door wide open?

We’ll let you decide if we have indeed, entered

The Twilight Zone

And now, our host for tonight’s episode: Rod Serling.

Good Evening. In tonight’s show we’ll meet a family. An normal everyday family. An unsuspecting family. A family who just wanted a dog to love. Not having much money, they opted for the easy road.

So tonight we’ll explore the question: What does free get you in the end?

Does it get you an unexpected blessing of a lifelong companion who fetches your slippers and newspaper each morning?

Does free get you a guardian against those who wish to harm your family?

Does free get you a highly intuitive pal, who just might drive you to the airport when all your human friends back out on you at the last minute?

Or do you, in fact, get what you pay for…

A trip to the Twilight Zone courtesy of your microcephalic *free* dog, who snarls, not when he’s mad, but when he’s in trouble.

The other day My Man and I were looking up names and their meanings on the internet. After reflecting over the seriousness of our gremlin’s names, we decided to look up our microcephalic dog. It comes from him being such an odd mix: pug, pomeranian, poodle. At least that’s what we were told from the person who freecycled him.

I’ll be honest. I don’t like him much. My Man says my heart is black. I got him for the gremlins. But he does provide some comic relief.

Back to my story. So after the seriousness of the gremlin’s names, we looked up Cooper. It means “barrel maker.” Man, does that meaning fit him. Just for the sheer stupidity of it.

So this morning, he comes bounding in my bedroom in his dork way, and I was inspired to sing him a song. Just add any really stupid honky tonky tune.

my name is cooper

and i’m a barrel maker

and i fill my barrel

with things i love

in it is pedro, (our cat, and cooper’s best bud)

and a jar of peanut butter

and somethin

i dug up in the yard.