The Garage Cats Came By

Greeting to all and welcome forever new friends to the East Wing

I love the Month of June, it’s warm every day, summer is about to happen, the world has turned green, the days are about to start to get shorter. Getting Shorter ! What the H.. .. Did ya know that? Just when ya get to start summer, the days start to get shorter. Like all this time from March till now, these days all leading up to summer, the days just seem to be forever longer, and they are, till summer starts.

Summer starts and ya want it to go on forever, and the very next day, the very next day, the days start to get shorter again. Damn! But Summer doesn’t know the days are getting shorter, so Summer just keeps on heating into June, July, August and almost thru September. It has to do with the angle of the sun, distance and stuff like that, but we’re not gona talk about that stuff, cause that’s too boring. Why it seems that before ya know it, summer has melted into fall and we all know about the fall thing.

A first hint of cold morning air, the kick off of a psychedelic light show deep inside the leaves of trees, just straining to burst into the living color of fall, the end of grass cutting days, migrating birds, pumpkins to both carve and eat. Early morning sun beams on silver ice crystals of frost, squirrels getting ready, just getting ready, they don’t even know why, they just know it’s time to get ready, so they do.

Pop Corn Ball Season is here before ya know it. Ever notice how ya never see Pop Corn Balls at 4th of July Picnics but hot dogs and hamburgers all year round. I’m not sure if that speaks well for Pop Corn Balls or not.

There was a lady in Toto when I was a kid that always gave Pop Corn Balls for Trick or Treat Night at Toto. Ya could count on it just as sure as the sun came up in the east. Every night when ya got home from Trick or Treating in Toto, one big ole Pop Corn Ball right in the middle of the bag with tootsie rolls and those little heart shaped pink hard candies with that little writing on it, and single sticks of gum and stuff like that sticking to it. Damn Pop Corn Balls, I think that lady was a Republican, giving little hillbilly boys Pop Corn Balls and all. She’d probably like my Sophia Cat, she too is republican ya know.

Why it’s not even summer yet and I’m talking fall, you’d think I worked for Wal-Mart or something, the way those people push the seasons. I bet by the 21st of June Wal-Mart will be putting out their Thanksgiving Merchandise in anticipation of replacing it on the 4th of July with all the Christmas stuff. I hate when that happens. I don’t know if I hate Wal-Mart or not, but one thing ya have to say no matter what. Wal-Mart and China seem to be one and the same. Wal-Mart has gotten so big it’s hard to remember who came first Wal-Mart or China.

We as a people surrendered quality for price. It’s our own damn fault when we accept crap in place of quality based solely on price. We deserve what we get. I’ve made up my mind, I hate what Wal-Mart has done to my society. I choose quality.

A hummingbird came by and looked into the East Wing Window within three foot of where I was setting . We made eye contact, me and that hummingbird. Its kinda hard to make eye contact with a hummingbird, with those little wings flapping so fast, that’s what ya wanta look at. Not me, I looked that little hummingbird straight in the eye. It was a girl hummingbird, had brown eyes. I now call that hummingbird my little brown eyed girl.

I stopped what I was doing that day and got out the hummingbird feeder, washed it all up, mixed up the special sauce, filled it up and the most amazing thing, within thirty minutes, my little brown eyed girl came back for lunch. I think me and that brown eyed girl, well we’re just buds, me and that hummingbird, and will probably hang out all summer or at least as long as the hummingbird feeder has that special sauce. It’s red.

Got four outside cats last week, rather Regina got four outside cats last week. A mother and three babies. It seems she knew someone who had these cats and was just able to give the 1wife a really sad cat story. “Can’t afford to feed them, can’t afford to take them to the humane shelter, even if I could afford, they’d just kill them.”

So a homeless, unwed mother with three babies moved into my garage, cardboard cat box and all. Regina found a nice blanket and folded it up to fit the box. I had some concern that the 2dogs, Gray Lady James and Mustina James,(mother and daughter bird dog team, German Short Hair Pointers all) would not allow cats in the garage so I took special care to introduce them to each other. It takes some doing to introduce cats and dogs. The most difficult part is deciding which to introduce first, the dog or the cat, that’s important ya know. Not wanting to offend the Gray Lady, I chose to go with the Mother Superior of the Bird Dogs. I first introduced Gray Lady James.

The Gray Lady was pleased to make the acquaintance of this motley family of cast off cats and seemed to welcome these castaways to the garage.(at least she didn’t try to kill um on the spot) while Mustina James (Pup Baby James) God love her, as usual she welcomed these cats with all the excitement that she has for every living thing in God’s Paradise.

Pup Baby is such a special part of my life. I have more invested in that little dog than in my car, and she’s more important in my life than my car. I can always get another Lincoln, but Pup Baby James is so one of a kind. Someday I’ll the story of the badger that killed Pup Baby James and why I brought her back from the brink of death and how glad I am that I did. Hopefully the 2dogs will become friends with the new cats, so far so good. I named my new cats, Mamma Cass and the Castaways.

Now with Sophia, the Calico Girl, that’s a cat of a different color indeed. When Sophia got wind of the new cat family in the garage, she checked it out herself, came right back inside, went straight to her cell phone and called the Federal Department of Immigration reporting illegal aliens in the garage, said she thought they were from Guantanamo Bay. That they were all terrorist, and the small ones were really midgets acting like babies. Said they had belly bombs strapped to um. She also asked if there was any kinda reward program for turning in terrorist, if so there were a couple of bird dogs here which she has suspensions about.

When Sophia was confronted about how she thought these cats were terrorist, she said they meowed in Arabic. I didn’t even know Sophia could speak a foreign language. She is truly a multilingual cat. She also said the East Wing isn’t big enough for more cats. And she, just like the majority of American Cats, didn’t want those terrorist cats from Guantanamo Bay living in her garage. After all Indiana does have a Cats Rights Law. (I didn’t know that, did you?)

Sophia also said with a rather large smirk on her face said she sold all her GM Stock before it tanked, cause she knew it was being run by democrats and was doomed from the start, it was just a matter of time. Damn Republican Cat, wish I had listened to her earlier.

Good Bye General Motors. Chevrolet made some of the best cars ever at one time. Never again will American automobile manufacturing dominate the world market like General Motors of the past, at one time having over 45% of the world market in automobile sales. Now you and I own 60% of an absolute disaster at a price tag of 50 billion dollars. (I was gona write that out in numbers, but zeros took too much of the line) I propose the 50 billion is just buying a car, that’s only the down payment.

Remember that the Federal Governments earlier venture in operating American Businesses’ “too big to fail” was the railroads. Amtrak was born with an initial Federal Investment of some 300 million dollars back in the 70’s . The Federal Government continues to invest in Amtrak to this day, over 3 billion so far. Do the math. Our Federal Government doesn’t have a good track record in operation of private enterprises in our society. Do you think the railroads have failed in our country? To make matters worse, Sophia, the Republican Cat, is keeping track of all this. She’ll have her say again, I’m sure.

Did ya ever stop and think that arrogance may be the biggest killer of success in the history of mankind? I can’t help but wonder did the people who controlled General Motors in the 1960’s ever harbor the thought, “nothing like us ever was”. The Romans did. The Nazis did. Enron did. AIG did. The Railroads did. And I suspect General Motors may have also……….They were all so wrong.

I’ve always wondered about the Egyptians, if they did. But they may have come from outer space, so that’s another story. I just don’t buy into that deal about pulling those big ass rocks in place using slaves and incline planes for forty years to build a pyramid. It just don’t seem right.

Those people didn’t live long lives even if ya were the Pharaoh, 25 – 30 years tops. Given the top end of 30 years, it took ya at least 15 years to grow up enough to pull rocks and now ya have only 15 years to go, I’m sure they must have had some kinda retirement program in place that allowed ya to retire at 25. That means ya only pulled those big rocks for 10 years, and they say it took 40 years to build a pyramid. BULL ! But of course I do know some people who have never done 10 years worth of work in their whole life. And they’re way past 30.

One thing for sure, if I’d gotten that Pharaoh Job and them slaves were still working on somebody else’s pyramid, well I’m telling ya right here and now, that’s gotta stop. Starting first thing tomorrow morning them ole slaves are going to stop work on that pyramid and start on the brand new BOBBYRAY PYRAMID as soon as possible, hopefully by noon.

As I sit in the East Wing surrounded with the growing green of the approaching summer time, darkness, along with silence embraces me this evening. I love this sound of silence. All my girls,(2dogs,1cat,1wife) as usual, at peace with the world this time of the day. Even in a time of tribulation, at peace with the world this time of the day.

Stay safe in Baghdad and Afghanistan.

From the East Wing saying good bye to General Motors as we knew it, and a 1957 Chevy Convertible, such a car, but the 1956 Ford Convertible was pretty cool too….
I wish you well,
BobbyRay