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Greetings and Salutations!

Mea Culpa!
MAXIMUM Type One Each!!!

I done forgot to update y’all on the Snausage Princess! That’s inexcusable, so apologies there! For real!!!

First off, No issues. She’s doing great!<\/strong> Outside of an increase in her already GARGANTUAN appetite (Sapper calls her a ‘stomach with legs’) because of the meds we figure, she’s been really doing well.

Hence the following pics:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sapper, Stella and the attention-whore Chili.

Not sure if I put that one out already. Then yesterday, Bob-the-Cat and Stell were chilling out on Sapper’s bunk together:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Bob shockingly<\/strong> has been really cool and seems to know that Stella got fucked up a bit. He’s been cuddling up w\/her on the regular. Granted, for a cat, he was raised essentially with Stella from the get-go, so he’s got some ‘doggo-attitudes’ so to speak. Pretty cool IMO and what’s hilarious is they’ve got almost the same coloration… like IRL they’re brother\/sister\/littermates. At least in their minds…

Now last night I didn’t get much sleep.

B\/C of doggo reasons.

Stella was on her usual perch (see the 2nd pic below) so to speak on the sofa in the War Room AKA “The Museum of Mayhem” and started having what I think was a bad dream… whining, whimpering and crying out all the while sound asleep… doggo-dreams if you will. She had these even BEFORE ‘the incident’ so I gathered her up, and brought her into MY room as the bunk is a Cali-King with plenty of room, (I thought, more the fool sez I) and so I figured she could crash w\/me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Which she did…
(pic taken at about 0400)

All 75 pounds of farting\/drooling dead-weight of her.

On her back… happy as a clam.

That Bitch kept me up ALLLLLL night and the dog-farts were something Glen Filthie would have been in awe of… UTTERLY devastating. Nerve Agent Level. Toxic. What the fuck are we feeding her? <\/strong>I asked myself? Dead fucking rotten squirrels??? Pickled rhinoceros guts? Add on she took over the center of the bunk, leaving me on the Edge of It? WAITING to fall to my doom???

Typical Woman… even Doggo-Whammenz are bed hogs.

BUT
She slept with a cute pittie-smile she has, stayed all night and I pretty much had to clock in late to the People’s Glorious Tractor Factory as I barely<\/em> got any shut-eye between the farting and the fact I was clinging to the edge of the bunk ‘cos like I said, that bitch? She’s a bed-hog. It also damned near took a stick of TNT to get her OFF the bunk when it was time to get up…

Heh. Whammenz amiright?
She’s doing well like I said… I took this whilst writing:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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They were<\/strong> both out cold until I went to take that pic.
Then BOTH of them opened their peepers…

No idea what ‘radar’ they have, but yeah… both of them are good girls. Love ’em to death. Literally I’m burning my relationshit\/marriage down b\/c of one of these bitches LOL.

Nuthin’ wrong with that Aye?
And YES I do<\/strong> feel the relief.
MAD more mellow.
No longer feeling like I’m walking on broken glass.
TBPH:<\/p>\n\n\n

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Case in point:
Sapper, Ranger Jay and Myself are going out for breakfast <\/strong>at a Denny’s\/IHOP or wherever for the first time in almost 10 years.<\/strong>

This used to be<\/strong><\/em> a ‘regular thing’ that X#1 never<\/strong> interfered with.

However, Soon-to-Be X#2 had ‘issues’ ‘cos she wasn’t part of it, as this was our guy thing… normally brekkie, and then a movie. In fact when X#1 got me hemmed up with the Gendarmes back in the day, it was because <\/strong> I failed to show for our “regular” Saturday morning brekkie and the movie with Sapper and Ranger Jay that got Sapper to do the detective work and eventually bond my ass out of the clink…

Frens like that are gold<\/strong> folks.

No movie this time as A, there isn’t one worth fuck-all right now and B, Jay has some shit he’s got to get up to w\/his ole lady.

BUT
Smol Baby Steps back to ‘Normality’ Aye???
For the values of what’s ‘normal’ in my Chaotic Good lifestyle right? Holy fuck<\/strong> I’m so pleased I could bust!!!

The last thing for tonight is probably one of the cooler things I found recently. As they say,

“Reject Modernity, Embrace Tradition!” <\/span><\/strong>

This video here is about the WHITEST video you’ll ever see… an Irish<\/s> RUSSIAN<\/strong> (more on this in a later poast!!!!) A-Cappella group named “Spokanki” (Spokane) doing a traditional song (in Gaelic) called ‘Ceann Dubh Dilis’ (My Sweet, Dark-Haired Love):<\/p>\n\n\n\n