Poor Mini Scaredy: The answer my friend is blowing in the wind

Poor Mini Scaredy. She had a rough night (and morning)! She’s programed to react to every sound in the woods as if it’s a potential predator that’s coming to get her. There was a fierce wind all night long. The trees swaying wildly in the breeze. Branches thrashing against each other, crashing to the ground. Bushes rustling in the wind. A cacophony of noise coming at her from every direction. Her head swinging back and forth in the direction of every sound. Like she’s surrounded by unseen enemies coming at her from everywhere. Eyes as big as saucers. Meowing helplessly at me over and over (nothing I can do, can’t stop the wind!). Periodically she’d run off into the woods. But there was no escape from the wind. It was everywhere.

Poor dear. . . She’ll survive.

Mini Scaredy is so cute

Mini Scaredy is so cute. . . I woke up this morning and there was dead mouse guts mashed all over my blankets and matting. . . Now she’s giving me a look like: “I didn’t do it. I’m innocent. It must have been some other cat that snuck into the campsite in the middle of the night and made that mess!”

The strange thing is, I had a dream last night of a cat catching a mouse. A vivid image in my mind. I’m in this restaurant and the Led Zeppelin song “Rocknroll” is playing on the radio (go figure) and I spot this mouse inside of a bowl of chili on the table, eating away. When the mouse sees me, it jumps off the table and goes running across the floor. Mini Scaredy shows up out of nowhere, chases after the mouse, and catches it in its jaws. Walks off with her head in the air and her prize in her mouth.

Cats can be psychic in a strange way, how they can enter your dreams and stuff like that.

“Make with the nutty Granola bars and nobody gets hurt!!”

Come to Backwordsland — the happiest place on earth!

Disneyland CLAIMS that they’re the “Happiest place on earth!”

But can they PROVE it??

Do they have some kind of “happiness meter” that can unequivocally demonstrate that there is more “happiness” in the physical place of Disneyland, as opposed to the “less happy” places elsewhere??

In fact, I think not.

And in fact, THIS is the happiest place on earth.

Backwordsland.

Life is fucked up. But at least there’s cats.

Thinking about thinking

The fact is: I’m just tired of thinking about things (classic Jack Benny hand-to-face posture of woe).

But the fact is: you can never stop thinking about things. You always have to assess your situation at every given moment. e.g. You suddenly notice some weird wound on your body — you have to stop and think about it and try to figure out what it is and how you’re going to deal with it.

Or whatever.

It never stops.

Thinking.

The human mind just constantly cranks out thinking and thoughts. At every moment.

On the bright side: a lot of thinking can be fun. You think about something, and it all feels good, and you realize you’re in sync with things and you’re on top of the world. … Or you think about something clever and fun… Sometimes thinking can make you feel good.

But not always.

A man with a message.

Mini Scaredy in the morning

Mini Scaredy suddenly bolts upright and stares intently into the distance, sniffing the air for scents. . . I’m told that cats have a 14 times better sense of smell than humans. And can smell things from up to 4 miles away (they believe that’s how cats are able to find their way back home from that distance). At any rate, Mini Scaredy regularly spots incoming critters long before I notice them. . . On the other side of my campsite is a large field that is loaded with field mice. And Mini Scaredy often goes bolting off in that direction, coming back shortly later with her prize clenched in between her teeth. It reminds me of how I used to go to my refrigerator to get some food. Mini Scaredy just goes to the field, which she keeps well stocked with delicacies.

Well you know what I always say:”If you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say anything, you fucking assholes “

The public piano. . . and the public.