Such a worry.
When I think of those brave men, then I see these useless, entitled, spoiled young men of today, out there, denigrating all that is good and sacred....makes me glad to be on the way out. I fear for our young people.
“.makes me glad to be on the way out. I fear for our young people.”
I think that often. I’m glad I won’t have to live with the outcome of everything, not very long anyway. Glad I don’t have to be in the workforce when everything is so crazy and I’d have to choose between principle and working.
If I make typos now it could be mommy’s fault. I’m sitting in the upstairs bathroom with her and she’s purring and rubbing against me. Knocking my arms.
None of these so-called feral Mama cats have been very feral. So hopefully she can get a home. Or she can just stay here, no way she’s going back to the Sheriff’s department. They didn’t take very good care of her.