A Diary of Sorts. Beware of Occasional Spleen Venting.
Yes, as a matter of fact, I DO own the porch.
Brigid, he not only owns the porch, but claims the whole back yard too.
You, you there. Yes you. Fetch me that bird over there. Pluck it first, if you please.
Daddy Bear, and clean the litter box while you're at it. My royal turds smell fowl.
I am not easily offended. Please feel free to express your opinions: good, bad or indifferent. Basically, the "Golden Rule" applies. You get what you give. Treat others like trash here, and your comments will be trashed accordingly. Rudeness and vulgarity will not be tolerated.