Exile: Day 21

I’m still here. Now I’ve found this:

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Me with the strange “Radio Shack” device. Why not Radio House? Or Radio Mansion? Underachievers, I’m guessing.

It seems to be some sort of strange device with which I might contact aliens or perform drain cleaning. It also has a knob on the front, and yet I can’t seem to change the station. It’s just stuck on this picture of MomFOD from like 2001. Perhaps it’s a broken digital picture frame? Or a portal into the past? I’m willing to believe anything, at this point. This place remains impervious to logical thought.

I have only one haiku for you today:

Home Home Home Home Home.

Home Home Home Home Home Home Home.

Home Home Home Home. Please.

.I sure hope I don’t get home and find out that they’ve replaced us with newer model kittens. Hah. Doubtful. Right?

Love,

Crepes.

PS. Check out MomFOD discussing living with me, a TRIPAWD, on this neat podcast from Tripawds! They’re a really cool community for people living with three-legged animals, like moi. You can visit them here. I give them a big STUMPS UP! Enjoy!

Exile Day 13: The Last Revelation

You guys!

So, I was wandering around my exile room, and I found something that seems REALLY IMPORTANT. Now, I know that GramFOD is really into Egyptian history and mummies and stuff, and those guys seemed to really know what was going on with the world and knowledge. So I was looking through her books for something to scratch, when out fell THIS.

The book of all knowledge

The book of ultimate knowledge

It seems to be a book of the future! And it tells me that it will reveal EVERYTHING I need to know.

Nothing is left to the imagination.

Nothing is left to the imagination.

I gathered up my courage and I looked inside. And frankly, now I’m a little nervous because it seems like my future is going to be rather bizarre.  For instance, look at this bit of knowledge:

Like suit and tie business or the kind that I do in the litter box? So cryptic.

Like suit and tie business or the kind that I do in the litter box? So cryptic.

It seems that I have to go East, and because it’s to the right, I know that, at some point in my life, I will be facing North. How does that help me? But then it gets creepy. Look at this:

Ummm... what?

Ummm… what?

Listen, if I find a dead body on the grating of a floor in a hallway facing East, I’m just going to leave it there, ok? After that, it seems like we’re going to encounter some violence.

Do they make flack jackets in my size?

Do they make flack jackets in my size?

You know what? I think I’m going to stay on my bike and turn left. I think that’s the best choice.

Does he need a college fund?

Does he need a college fund?

If a skeleton is attacking me, why would I take care of him? And for how many years? Eighteen? Is he going to become a dentist? Do I need to prepare to pay for his schooling? Also, I hate water.

Listen, I have NO IDEA what kind of book this is, but I decided not to read any further. It might by mystical and all-knowing, but I feel like some things are better left as surprises.

I’ll update you soon on my exile. It seems to be just me, Niles, Mrs. P, and Doodle here. Does anyone know where Rocky went? Hmm. Odd.

Love,

Crepes.

 

 

 

 

Tuesday Haikusday: Exile, Part Deux

You Guys,There are boxes. Lots of them. Some of them, I explored. Some of them I cannot for they are filled with things. My things, the FODs’ things, the house things. I think it’s happening again. I think I’m going back into…exile. I haven’t any recourse presently but to express myself through haiku. Eh hem…

I see these boxes. Inwardly, I weep.

Inwardly, I weep as I sit on box “pequeno.”

I see the boxes

Am I to be boxed up, too?

Exile comes again.

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I will count the days

Until I can return home.

Scratch numbers on walls.

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What will I find there?

Checks mix, Esteban, or worse?

I fear for my mind.

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I don’t know yet when it will happen…. but I know it’s coming soon. Prepare yourselves.

Love,

Crepes.

PS. Last week’s Bachelor Philbert found a home!!! So I have reverted to the previous week’s bachelor Wolfie. Maybe he can find one, too!  Hurray for Philbert!

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After scheduling this post filled with jokes and good news, we got some sad news.

I would like to dedicate this post to Levi, the blind/deaf senior kitty we have written about so many times. He’d found his forever home only a few months ago and started a new job as a therapy cat, but then, just this Monday, our little friend crossed the Rainbow Bridge. We are so thankful that he found his forever home before then with Katie, a wonderful lady who does so much for special needs cats.  It’s astounding how much he touched our hearts through the internet, through his photos and his beautiful face. His loss has brought tears to many, including us, but his life brought joy. Levi, we love you and we will miss you.

Goodbye, Levi.

Goodbye, Levi.