Everything Sirious
Good evening, this is The Howard Beakman at the Virginia Rescue Center in Locust Dale, enjoying some evening nibbles.
The food here is fancattic. You see, Meowm has become quite the kook. Every day it’s something deluscious. Tonite was the cat’s meow. Rum-tinged whipped cream. Yummmm. No one can say that life in the geeser ward is dull. We’re kared for well. Our needs re locked afta. Lyf s gud. Felin slippy.
An so we snoose.
Day 1:
I have just arrived at this Rescue place and am not quite sure which way is up, or down, but I know one thing – I’ve been booted out of my last place (guess I was a bit too squeaky) so my number one goal is to find me a new lap – asap.
I see they have a computer. As soon as these dang guardians give me a moment to myself (they keep saying something about “He needs to get to know us”) I will jump on and post a plea. The mouse is just waiting to be tapped.
(It wasn’t until about 3:30 am when I got a clear shot – from under the bed to stool to chair to desk to keyboard – whew, all that jumping, up came dinner – and then the gosh darn mouse refused to cooperate. Better luck tomorrow.)
Day 3:
I’ve had about enough of this, but am doing my best to fool them. I have to make sure that they don’t suspect my plan of escape. Some day soon my friends, my chariot will arrive! But for now – the food is pretty good here. I find that if I meow constantly I get what I want quicker – so I must continue to do this. These humans are pretty simple – easy to train, I must say. Life is not that bad.
Day 5:
They’ve wisened up to my computer tactics, so now I just lay on the keyboard every chance I get so they know who’s boss. Much easier to keep an eye on things, plus I’m purrfect level for scritches.
And the biggest news – I finally have privacy my friends – they purchased a hooded litter pan – and I just love it! No longer can anyone stare at me as I do my business. No idea as to what they were thinking with public toilet space; plus that awful woofer looking ever so interested in my productions. No wonder he has bad breath.
Day 6:
Meowmy heard from the next door neighbors today – I guess they liked the opera I was singing last night. This is something that I must continue to do because I thinks my singing is beautiful.
Day 7:
It’s been a week. Invitations are already rolling in; I will start interviewing prospective homes very soon. I will know immediately when the right Bean applies – must love the sunshine, taking naps, and have a solid girth so I know the chow is decent.
Reporting from confinement,
TiSan
A well, well done book taking place right here in Central Virginia – well written, great characters, good story. Just loved the fact it was set locally as well.
“Inspired by true events, A More Perfect Union is an epic story of love and courage, desperation and determination, and three people whose lives are inescapably entwined…
Henry O’Toole sails to America in 1848 to escape the famine in Ireland, only to face anti-immigrant prejudice. Determined never to starve again, he changes his surname to Taylor and heads south to Virginia, seeking work as a traveling blacksmith on the prosperous plantations.
Torn from her home and sold to Jubilee Plantation, Sarah must navigate its intricate hierarchy. And now an enigmatic blacksmith is promising her not just the world but also her freedom. How could she say no?
Enslaved at Jubilee Plantation, Maple is desperate to return to her husband and daughter. With Sarah’s arrival, she sees her chance to be reunited at last with her family—but at what cost?”
This is a strawberry cheesecake – a homemade graham cracker crust baked, then filled with a combo of whipped cream cheese and whipped cream, and topped with a fresh strawberry compote. You could add whipped cream on top but I didn’t think it necessary. Plan on 6 hours in the fridge prior to cutting but then it sliced beautifully and was absolutely yummy.
