shots fired

A pretty rainy evening in Irving. 

Autumn showers. 

Feels like spring. 

Still warm. 100 F 

Woke up to the very close

And distinct sound of shots being fired. 

Three shots. Then a pause. 

Then three more. 

I laid in bed and waited to hear a siren. 

No siren ever came. 

That was the scariest thing

I never heard. 

The sound triggered some old opossum. 

And he scampered around

On the roof. Poor guy. 

Everyone thought someone else 

was going to call 911. 

I guess the rule is to always call. 

So I got up early

And had some quiet time

With the Kittehs. 

On vacation, the cats had regular food. 

Dry, processed pellets with no grain. 

Very premium. But not raw. 

And they puked and pee’d everywhere. 

The cat equivalent of Taco Bell. 

Pure junk. 

Now they are frantically looking 

for a cat fast food “fix!”

They’re so affectionate 

When they want something. 

Don’t worry, little fur babies. 

You’ll be used to raw food again

In a few days. 

I know; I’m fasting with you. 

OMAD for me. Carnivore style. 

Lol Animal Style. 

The original Protein Style. 

Would you like a bowl of fresh cat hair?

Why yes, actually, I would! 

They love to be brushed.

A Facebook Cat Whiperer I like 

- or is it “Whisker~er”? - 

Said to play, eat and groom them

In that order. 

Because that is how they would 

catch a mouse in the wild.

 Play. Eat. And groom. 

Makes sense.