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Source: Suitcase

Flynn: This is delayed posting because I got pissed off as how the ‘Press This’ screen gets reset and my contents disappear. For some reason, the other Windows Edge tabs seem to reset and disappear, too. This may be due to my left hand resting on the nearby touchpad. As for the remaining daily prompts, I can’t keep this up. I may as well take my suitcase and go on a journey. But since I’m broke and unemployed, I’m stuck indoors.

Kitty: Hah! You’re just like us felines treated as pets. Most of us are so spoilt that we are imprisoned indoors. Some kindly humanz do let us outta the house to roam freely in the backyard. I’m aghast that some are walked around like canines and put on a body harness attached to a leash! Accept your fate, Flynn. You may well be a pet to some advanced species, such as your parakeets who deserve more of your time and attention. Go now, for they are talking. Maybe, you can learn about being happy and caged.

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Source: Giggle

Flynn: I noticed that when I’m stressed out I’d let out a giggle. I also noticed that my parents are robots: They don’t giggle or tell jokes. For over one hour yesterday, I flubbed two sets of interviews with a Japanese company, which didn’t call ‘Shane’ the headhunter, who bugged me about my educational background today but got me separate interview this Friday. For over forty minutes today, I didn’t get my answers regarding a buyback program for a forever lease from my smartphone service provider. I’ll end up visiting the local store as soon as my new phone arrives and hopefully can get credit for three devices. I’m not amused.

Kitty: We felines don’t giggle, though we smile through a tummy rub. When something amusing catches our attention, we turn our heads slowly into the general direction, stare at the offence, and walk away. I was referring to my human wiping up a bowl of spilled milk, which I would have wanted to drink. But now that I no longer have my opaque liquid, I require a replacement refreshment of catnip dipped into rain water. Please don’t forget to add cubes of ice for novelty.

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Source: Bedtime

Flynn: Before I shared a bedroom with my elderly Mom, my bedtime varied according to my sleepiness, which was around ten o’clock. When I’m too excited tweaking my blog, I could sleep as late as three in the morning. Last night, we retired at midnight. I then awoke around 0230 and couldn’t sleep until 0430. I normally sleep without bright nightlights or noisy electric fans. I guess between her deep snores and my post-nasal coughs, I couldn’t sleep well. This time I’m forced to share, which doesn’t exist in ‘meow’. I never shared a room after childhood.

Kitty: Somehow, you humanz need to mark your territories. Perhaps, you need to learn from Tabby and Roschit, both of whom were able to negotiate sleeping sections near the herb garden of Mrs. Human. They sometimes share food, such as hard vitamin pellets. After you get used to your sleeping arrangements, you will not notice. Hopefully, by the time you are finished blogging this post entry, your Mom will wake up and mark her territories inside the nearby toilet room. That’s one place you need to avoid because you have your own wash room, which she happily cleans for your sake.

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Source: Newspaper

Flynn: My ‘news’ is no longer paper but electronically viewed online. I use my paid RSS feed to read the ‘headlines’, which are mostly NOT positive and downright depressing. For those negative ‘headlines’ that catch my attention, I may reblog those into my weblog. I don’t read too much into the contents because they are mostly bought and paid for by specially interested entities and the opinions of the authors are inserted along side the dataset of ‘facts’. My old nagging thoughts regarding this word ‘news’ is NOT really ‘news’, but in ‘fact’ are OLD messages of the same – know the truth and understand we are all in this together. Those saboteurs and provocateurs pretend to take one side and oppose the other side. That makes for ‘news’.

Kitty: I see. Are you suggesting that there is nothing ‘new’ under the sun? Well, then, you have NOT learned about the felines concept of ‘news’. For we are goddesses, and shine eternally and brightly as the sun. And while nothing below us is ‘new’, we are always having some sort of update instantaneously. Hold on. [Kitty’s ears are flapping slowly forward and back.] Breaking news from Bastet’s news headquarters: A new batch of mice have incarnated into Nera’s eternal corn chamber(s) due to a freak ‘act of God’ in the form of hurricanes and floods. Fluffy is overwhelmed, too! Bastet is now in need for new catchers! Oh, wow! They must be having a ‘field day’! Yummy!

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Source: Misplaced

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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Source: Green

Flynn: The rain has poured last night and the whole of today! The trees are responding well to the rain and surrounding areas are washed cleaned of dust from the nearby construction. Thus, the S.F. Bay Area should NOT experience the alleged drought. The eastern hills are alive with green!

Kitty: Can you serve some fresh catnip sprinkled that over raw salmon? I’m feeling a bit annoyed that I can’t go outdoors. It’s cold and wet. I don’t like my paws to be dirty with mud. So to make up for my inconvenience with my daily visit to your patch of dry dirt in the backyard, you can process my order, pronto!

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Source: Superstition

Flynn: Yesterday, I had a couple of black objects crossing my path. After coming home from Mom’s doctor’s appointment and eating breakfast at Erik’s DeliCafe, she suggested that I call Das Squirrel and deliver our leftover R.E.O. Speedwagon sandwiches to him because she said the cold cuts were too salty for her. I took my car and outta habit, I drove towards my long stretch of road. I traveled eastbound and took the Sageland where I saw a black cat walking from left to right. Its tale was crooked and it was rather small. I paused and allowed it to pass, past a pile of yard trimmings. En route homebound down the Rue, I encountered a black crow walking from left to right. It walked slowly as I paused and allowed it to pass, past a pile of yard trimmings. These two incidences allowed me to appreciate the moment, to realize that nothing is superstitious, and to acknowledge that all lives matter, even animals with black colorations – fur and feather.

Kitty: Bravo, Flynn! Bastet has approved of your concern for her blackish cats, who were once destroyed outta superstition. Bastet may consider you into her kingdom. But that’s not gonna happen since you’re human, and not feline. She, however, didn’t understand why you allowed the black crow a second chance on the earthly plane. You could have ensured her a quick meal had you sped over 25 miles per hour in residential areas and ran over that delicious feathered creature. Since you have saved both lives, Bastet will forgive your interference. Your limited human perception won’t be held against you. Be aware that she will scratch you if you mess up the next time.

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Flynn: Negotiating around temperamental humanz can be a daunting, if not a tricky task. After over a year of recovery, Mom’s strength seemed to have return. She has since picked up more tasks with little to no use for the oxygen therapy. As a result, my usefulness around this old house seems to be waning. And with today’s contact with the headhunter, I may well be on my way to once again working ‘full-time’. But so far, a return call seemed fruitless. There is no magic or prayer that could aide my situation between work and home.

Kitty: You’re correct. You humanz have no need for magic or prayer. For we felines are your answers to your problems. Since we are godheads, we sometimes lower ourselves to doing tricks for fun and entertainment. But aside from our usual routine of offering ourselves up for feeding and tickling, we are truly bored. As y’all can see, I am standing on my rear legs and placing my front paws in front of me as if in prayer. And through my doleful eyes, you cannot resist. You are now under my control and have no choice but to serve me salmon sprinkled with catnip. Good!

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Flynn: I am now far away from my parents after waiting over twenty minutes for them to be called into the doctor’s office for an appointment at 9:20 am. Usually, i wait in the car.

But today and due to pain in my buttocks, hips, and lower extremities, i decided to go for a brief walk, hold mom and carry her portable oxygen concentrator; while dad held onto her heavy Coach handbag and their attaché case of medical records. We used the toilet before heading upstairs to the third floor.

Mom was her usual annoying self as i reminded her of picking up her pills at the local pharmacy. She also said that i was being like my dad who is equally stubborn and annoying and crazy to think that she refuses to pop her heart pills, like a good little girl.

I made a point that we should inform the front desk that they were fifteen minutes late as per sign on the wall. But she said shut up as a white old man won’t shut up around three Filipinos waiting nearby. So dad kindly explained thar it’s fifteen minutes after the scheduled appointment, not fifteen minutes after checking in. He’s correct. I hate her.

Kitty: Yeah, she must be sick and tired of you humanz, because like most humanz with big and stubborn egos, she can’t seem to get her way and blames you, your dad, and his relatives for her overall sickness.

After breakfast this morning, i heard her say that she will do whatever she wants. And i guess, she being that old on her last leg of this journey, she doesn’t care anymore and will say whatever she wants, too.

If you were a feline like me, I’m sure you’d paw her good with a scratch, no make that two scratches, and a hiss to make you point. Then she’ll probably won’t get on your case and nerves daily.

I’m sure she’s like a loving mother who doesn’t get it. She said many times that she misses her mother. Maybe, she needs some of Cleopatra’s sphynx milk. That usually calms any savage beast and puts them into a nice cat nap. Perhaps, she could dream about her family, too.

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Source: Street

Flynn: My long stretch of road has my middle name. It’s a weird synchronous reality that we have lived here since 1975. The road runs from the base of an eastern hill near an egg ranch and a senior living apartment and terminates towards a golf course near the railroad intersection, which is still under construction.

Kitty: I walk the streets anywhere and anytime. All streets are subject to Bastet and we felines have instantaneous access to her territories. We’re so freaking fast that our presence to humanz is imperceptible. Time can be compressed for us to enjoy being outdoors without having to leave the comfort of humanized dwellings.

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Source: Contrast

Flynn: A day is light. A night is dark. A sun is fiery. A moon is silvery. I’m human. You’re my pet.

Kitty: A bird is tasty. A mouse is meaty. A fish is smelly. A treat is crunchy. I’m a goddess. You’re my slave.