Arm & Hammer Kitty Krew

  Sir Frankie Crisp and I have just joined the Arm & Hammer Kitty Krew. I discovered it on his Double Duty kitty litter box. I wanted to score a charm bracelet, but they are out. I get great deals at the little market, Grocery Outlet Bargain Market, but it's often not brand new stuff. The Halloween tortilla chips I scored for ninety-seven cents are killer, so I'll take it. Arthur and I get to go to parties at PetSmart and other fun stuff. I just discovered that I can take him to the Historic Smithton Inn in Ephrata, next on my list. There's a dog park in Ephrata, and he travels so well, a proper gent. I'm going to a tropical fish event on Saturday at PetSmart. It's nice that I have something just for Frankie. We got high dollar natural litter the day we picked him up, Shiner's burial. It was terrible stuff, really pissy. We bought Tidy Cat once because it was cheap. It's nearly as bad. I love Double Duty clumping litter. It is easy clean-up. I clean Frankie's box every day. Someday he'll get a litter robot, but right now Countess Po' Ass can use some samples and freebies. I hope I'm getting more at PetSmart this weekend. Three aquariums can get expensive. I hope to get some Indian pea puffer fish at Petco some time when I'm down a Betta. I realize PetSmart is trying to compete, but Petco's warranties are twice as long, and their freaky fab staff is twice as nice. It won't be easy. They do take better care of their fish though. Sometimes I think about working at Petco. I'm pretty busy though. I'm making a Saint Patrick's Day doll from my Victorian Ornaments book that I got at The Mad Hatter for three dollars. I'm down to three projects in that book out of eleven, and I just got it this past fall. It's a lot of fun. I finished Hot Blood and want to get my rat pack done for the return of The Collins Port Inn. I have to begin The Apple Orchard, an epic poem about Robert Townsend, George Washington's Revolutionary War spy in New York. I hope that leads to another musical satire even before IKE. Ron and my brother don't consider art work. 😹

Kitty Krew

Hot Blood 

The Collins Port Inn

  Oh, my ghoul, I haven't had internet all week, it's comcastic! The instruction manual must've been in English! Wart speed my lily white ass! In the meantime, my wrath has nearly completed the rat pack. I'm wrapping up Filthy Phil right now. Stay tuned... TTYL! 🍀

Saint Patrick's Day Update

 

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The Collins Port Inn

 

Hey, Yall', just wanted to let You know that The Collins Port Inn will return for its sixth season with three new sacrifices. I'm hexcited. 🐇

Brandywine Zoo

  We had a lot of fun at The Brandywine Zoo in Wilmington, Delaware today. The giant anteater was my favorite, but the crane and condors were pretty awesome. Afterwards Ron took me to a good Irish bar and a fabulous market. The bunnies are from Intercourse. Here are links to some of the videos: 

The Anteater

Lemurs

Crane & Eagle

 

Brandywine Boulders

 

Hot Blood

  
 Hot Blood is a true crime novella set in fourteenth century England. Available as an eBook, soon to be released in all formats, you can read it on Amazon now. 

Hot Blood 

Dreams: 2/18

 2/18

  The new moon meant massive dreaming for me! First, a horror: I was lying on the couch, here, watching television. An adorable tiny white lion cub, complete with a mane, jumped up on the couch with me. Then, his father, who was also white, strutted into the room followed by a white bull African elephant who gored the father and child. I cried over the bloodied cub. 

  Then Ron and I moved into an enormous apartment building. I had to go shopping but didn’t know where my car was parked. Ron told me that it was on the third or fifth floor of the attached parking garage. I told him about the dream with the elephant and lions. I went to the fifth floor first; there were concrete steps. There were loads of people that I had to climb over including a teenage white girl with sandy hair who was wrapped up in a handmade afghan, reading. I could not find my car and wandered over to an old-fashioned elevator decked out in red Persian rugs. I decided not to use it and went to the fifth floor. There was a room with a small court in session that I did not disturb. I passed an old organ against the wall. In a lobby was a display of gorgeous flowering aquatic plants in a large tank of sparkling water. I took a yellow pamphlet concerning them. A small girl carrying a Wendy Lawton doll in a box stopped and asked about Frankie. She said that she had a friend in Whitaker who had told her all about him and that she was from Pittsburgh. Just then a huge black and white bob tailed cat, big as a sheepdog, jumped up and gave her a warm hug. A blonde woman came out from her apartment talking about the cat. She was wearing turquoise silk Chinese capri pants with a flouncy blouse. I followed her into her apartment. It was very messy, dirty. She stood in front of a full-length mirror and applied blue gel beneath her eyes, really rubbing it in. Suddenly her face looked like a dinosaur with stripes of yellow and green colors across her nose. I told her that I liked her pants, and she said something about everybody doing tai-chi. I left her apartment and could hear the song “Me and the Devil” playing over a speaker. I went outside down a few cement steps and into the mud where there were three little dogs; one of them was called Arthur. There was an older woman out there talking about all of the dead Indians. I went back up to our large empty apartment that was painted all white and in need of a paint job. I told Ron that the place was a dump and that I couldn’t find my car.

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two

Revenge of the Dream Hog