It is burgeoning here at Casa Rose. As sap rises in the spring, it is blossoming.
The Urge to Rumble. To bust out and raise hell. To Kick Ass and Take Names.
Ever since the weather warmed a bit, the boys have been rampaging. The door to their porch is sometimes open now, leading to near-constant gallops up and down up and down the hallway, ending in a skid across the kitchen floor out the patio door to the porch. Gallop gallop gallop gallop gallop. Gallop gallop gallop gallop gallop. Gallop gallop gallop gallop CRASH. Oops.
They are taking no crap whatsoever from myself, Dad, or each other. My hands show the results in increased motorboating play scratches, and Dad is finding it difficult to sit down for coffee and cookies without somebody snapping his suspenders for him and pulling his hair from behind on the couch.
Mom feels it too. I’m out of bubblegum as well. Feel like running outside and causing a little trouble. I think I’ll go rip down my neighbor Bobby the Drunk’s Let’s Go Brandon sign and tell him the Chinese did it. Buwahahahahah.
I’m Noko Marie, Don’t Mess with Me.
This diary is dedicated to Volodymyr Zelensky, who is showing our little snowflakes in the Crybaby Convoy what real freedom fighters look like, and also to the Russian lady in one of my Facebook craft groups who posted a cryptic message just before getting the hell off of Facebook for the duration.
Confession time: I wanted to title this diary The Russian Blues, and put up a picture of my beloved Bam-Bam, the beautiful Russian Blue kitty I had in the 1980s. But I decided not to be that overtly political in a kitty diary title, plus all the photo albums with pictures of him are out in the shed.
Happy Monday all! Keep on keepin on and Illegitimi non Carborundum.
- A gentle reminder of how we do things: 🐱🐶🐦
- Do not troll the diary. If you hate pootie diaries, leave now. No harm, no foul.
- Please do share pics of your fur kids! If you have health/behavior issues with your pets, feel free to bring it to the community.
- Pooties are cats; Woozles are dogs. Birds... are birds! Peeps are people.
- Whatever happens in the outer blog STAYS in the outer blog. If you’re having “issues” with another Kossack, keep it “out there.” This is a place to relax and play; please treat it accordingly.
- There are some pics we never post: snakes, creepy crawlies, any and all photos that depict or encourage human cruelty toward animals. These are considered “out of bounds” and will not be tolerated. If we alert you to it, PLEASE REMOVE THE PIC FROM THE IMAGE LIBRARY. If you keep posting banned pics...well then...the Tigress will have to take matters in hand. Or, paw.