7-15-2019

Confession. Outside of a small cadre of friends, and bipeds, I have become hopelessly incapable of remembering names. I don’t know if it’s due to stress, exhaustion, age or an extra-terrestrial parasite devouring my frontal lobe, but I am fighting a losing battle to retain names. Or maybe it’s because the bipeds are constantly changing their names. Lately we all 4 have been called buttheads. Other times it’s sneaky Pete, sweet baby, extra special kinda special, asshole, MF, and so on. Who can keep up with all these names!

-Mozzie

 

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7-8-2019

My happiness is the cold A/C the biped keeps denying me for 5 minutes every hour or so. I’ve had enough of this “July Fry” already.
 
-Mozzie

7-1-2019

You can laugh at my predicament. You can laugh at yourself. You can laugh because the alternative is crying. You can laugh at the weakness, stupidity, and failures of others. You can laugh because you identify. You can laugh to be polite. You can laugh from surprise. You can laugh from nervousness. You can laugh at the futility of it all. You can laugh at the antics of animals. You can laugh because it hurts. You can laugh because others are laughing. You can laugh at tragedy if enough time has passed. You can laugh at the statement, “This is no laughing matter.”
 
I could go on, but clearly, there are many reasons to laugh. But this here is no laughing matter. My new chair is that, mine. <<sigh>>
 
-Mozzie

6-17-2019

My backyard problems have been solved! With the scary storms that hit last night, this fallen branch will now bring the squirrels to me!! Muhahaha!

-Mozzie

6-10-2019

In no particular order, I could not or would not exist without air, food, water, gravity, tides, the moon, the sun, civilization, the laws of physics, the law of the land, ancestors having sex, DNA, viruses, bacteria, plants, squirrels, oceans, ice caps, the kindness of strangers, the Big Bang, familial bonds, smart people, brave people, memory, medicine, the periodic table of elements, tribal instincts, magnetic fields, weather, Earth’s molten core, a rotating Earth, a tilted Earth, tectonic plates, sleep, death, heat, consciousness, evolution, more squirrels, and the miraculous, self-regulating chemical factory that is my body. Other than that, I like to think of myself as a self-made pup.
-Mozzie

6-3-2019

Nine o’clock in the morning. This chair waits like a hug from Grandma. Body sinks into cushions. Mister Head, meet Mister Pillow. Mister Pillow, meet Mister Head. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three… oblivion. Effervescent dreams like Alka Seltzer brain bubbles. Five minutes later, consciousness. Reorientation. Where am I? Who am I? Wait, did he just try to steal most of this cloud of fluff? I can’t go anywhere without this growth attached to me.

-Mozzie

5-27-2019

My one job is to make sure the biped’s cut the grass to an acceptable hight to where the grass won’t tickle my butt while I leave stink bombs in the backyard. Plus, it makes it easier to see the squirrels that I must chase.

-Mozzie

5-20-2019

Biped’s prefer to be right. Right feels good. It’s empowering. Wrong feels awful. But in case of recent happenings, the biped hoped she was very wrong. We watched the whole event unfold as we sit here in the comforts of our caves. She is frantically calling our names as if we found a way out of the running field called the backyard. She has her phone in her hand and panic on her face but then she looks down. She lets out a big sigh of relief, feeds us and then lets us both out to the running fields. Boy, what a shift in perspective that unfolded right before our eyes.

-Mozzie

5-13-2019

I’m confused as to why it’s super bright in the squirrel zone. I must have really scared them to get them to move their entire home.

-Mozzie