Three Times!

This morning I fed them Jezzie & Maggie ate some of each in the hope it would lead to toffee or eclair for dessert, but neither Pippa or Trixie would touch any of it, they have prowled around the house all day doing their best to look half starved and this let me tell you is not easy for two overweight fuss pot cats. Out of weakness and gullibility I performed the tin opening ritual twice and the dry food once, all three uneaten meals are still there and there they are jolly well going to stay.

I've had enough of it! Its not my fault Tesco Castlebar don't do Cat Club. I do bring some home whenever I go into town but I hate going to town and so put it off for as long as possible and obviously its the first thing that gets used up. Two cats and two dogs wolf the whole lot down in hardly any time at all, then I'm left with four dissatisfied hungry animals who are nevertheless not hungry enough to eat anything they don't like thank you very much. And yes both dogs have to have their share of the Cats Club or they won't damn well eat theirs.

And, as far as I know they have NOT caught the mouse Trixie was generous enough to bring me two nights ago, there was a bit of indiscriminate banging and clanging so there might be a corpse lying somewhere in the bog under the floor boards but then again there might not. The mouse is probably building a home and sending for family and reinforcements.

Enough! The cats and dogs can go without until they get hungry enough to eat what's put in front of them. I really mean this!

As for dog treats instead of toffee or eclairs I do not wish to be reminded Jezzie is not even remotely interested.

Pederasty

Is the attraction of adult men to boys. The age of the boy can be from, say 12, to 19 or 20 and that's it. All bodies change and firm, hard, tight flesh often begins to thicken, sag and loosen at about 19, or so some men seem to think.

Some academics and trendies say no one is hurt and the boys may learn but that's wrong from every angle. All the boys learn is how to be sexual playthings, that they have a very short shelf life and when its gone they are rejected  That's some kind of early life lesson.

Its not an emotional attraction the men feel its physical and its short lived.

Thank goodness very few parents would ever be convinced by such smug, superior hypocritical eyewash.

Do You Ever

Stroll along the road beneath the whisper of the trees and pause for a moment, no more, at the stream? The breeze is always kinder at the stream, the rain falls softer, the sting swept away in the gurgle of the stream below and the old bridge though broken can still take the weight of one who sits and watches. 

The trees live on changeless in a changing world, gone are the days when a farmer would clear the edges keeping the weeds at bay. Now tall weeds lean over the banks clogging the stream, still the water gurgles, sure nothing can hurt it here. Once there was a king fisher now there are no fish. 

As if to compensate the modern world shows us the changes we have wrought if you look you will see glittering and discarded the empty containers and empty bottles, all plastic, all poison, hopefully they are trapped in the weeds but there are no guarantees not anymore.

The sun dapples in the trees and on what remains of the stream, grass is as green as ever though weeds grow rich and the stream gurgles, sure nothing can hurt it here. And here on every trip back from town I sit for a moment and watch the gurgling stream