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Flynn: At 2052, Mom had her episode! She got so frustrated that she got up from the dining room chair, grabbed her maroon-colored, four-wheeled rollator with removable shopping wired basket, and sped off into her bathroom to wash-up after dinner. She reported that she heard an alarm-like sound coming off from her OLD Rolex timepiece from 1968! She held it close to her ear and heard the ticking sound. “It’s impossible!” I exclaimed. She got mad at me and said: “I’m not talking to you if you don’t believe me!” While pooping out my foodstuff, I could only say aloud behind the closed door: “I believe in God.”
Kitty: Oh, my! The poor one is probably on her last leg of this journey. I’ve heard other elderly felines with VERY active imaginations to fill in the void of their loneliness. I also know the next door neighbor isn’t taking her catnip very well and would have her screaming episodes at me. Perhaps, your Mom had symptoms from her humanized version of catnip, known as prescription medicine. I could share some of my feline catnip, if that would help alleviate the humorous situations at the home front. Unfortunately, according to Tabby, ‘sharing’ does NOT exist in meow. So your on your own, Flynn. Sorry, I can’t help.
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