Happy Birthday Minnie Penny



Happy Heart Day My Minnie Penny. You are 14 today and have been by my side, on top of my head or your butt in my face for 13 years.

The day I adopted you I saw your photo at the shelter here in Key West.

Adoption Photo


I called and they said you were still there because you were always hiding.
You was 4 months old when they brought you to the shelter with a belly full of babies that they took from you. Maybe that is why you always hid yourself.
At any rate I found you, so sweet and petite.
You were now 11 months old. They found you hiding and put you in my arms. You cuddled your head in my hands and I brought you home that very day. For two weeks you hid under my bed.
I must say you truly are the perfect feline for me. You are a neat one, you even throw up in the litter box, now what cat does that?

You have never eaten any of my birds and you love Hamster Bear.
I remember how you and Hamster Hempy used to run around on the bed together. Best pals you were.

You and Shy were the best buds and I know you miss him as much as we do. He lived 18 years.

You are almost old as me. A cat of 14 is 70 years in people years.
I can see you are slowing down a bit, you don’t move as fast as you once did. The mass on your tummy is growing larger and this concerns me. It doesn’t seem to bother you.
I am thankful for each Purr and Meow you greet me with.

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I did get some lovely photos today when I walked around.

I saw 2 fairly sized Iguana’s but they were too fast for my camera.

Last week I seen the largest Iguana since I have been in the Keys. His tail was fully in tact and was at least 2 feet long. His body was HUGE. At any rate a large truck went by and scared him and he became stuck head first in the fence along side the road. I called the Humane Society and they used bolt cutters to free him. He would have not seen another day as he was already stressed and breathing very heavily.

A dragonfly followed me most of the time.

I could see the shadow of him on the road as he flew above me.








Odd Smells and Other Things

I’m old school

I seldom text, I like handwritten letters better than emails.

But, when my phone rings and I recognize the ring tone and it does not say Unknown caller I normally answer it.


I just went to the kitchen and noticed a shitty smell, literally. I sprayed, burned nag, bleached the sink and it persists.

I removed the garbage and took it to the dumpster.

I checked around the house for cat turds or accidents, cleaned the litter box.
Still persists.
I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.  I was going to do my usual Noxzema Morning routine.

Their was a dark smudge on my face, I took a tissue and rubbed and did the smell test.

I had found the source of the smell.
Poo on  my face.

Perhaps from a soiled cat paw, or perhaps from me, either scenario was NOT acceptable.

On another issue that I have been thinking on.

I’m old school

I seldom text, I like handwritten letters better than emails.

But, when my phone rings and I recognize the ring tone and it does not say Unknown caller I normally answer it.


Usually when you have a phone conversation it involves the communication between the caller and the person called.
I realize there are times when the caller has a serious issue and needs to do most of the venting.

On the other hand, common courtesy or phone etiquette would deem that the receiver of the call has moments where he can speak about his day, how they are doing, and what is going on in their corner so too speak.

To be told any interruption in their flow is a judgment call and they will hang up is totally uncalled for.

They might as well get a mirror and talk too it. They would have no worries of interruptions or feedback that for the most part pertains to the what the caller is speaking of.

Heaven forbid the person called is NOT listening.

Perhaps they are  thinking about what THEY might be doing the rest of his or her day.

Than again you have those that pretend to listen, when in reality they are merrily thinking about what they are going to say next, that in all probability has nothing to do with what the caller is talking about.

Now that’s what you call some fucking unrealistic crap.

The Rules of Conversation


1. Conversation is a Two-Way Street
The first and most important rule of conversation is that it is not all about you, but it’s not all about the other person either.

A monologue, in either direction, is not conversation.


Try to achieve a balance between talking and listening in any conversation.

Respond to What They are Saying
To respond genuinely to what someone has just said means that you have to listen. You can’t just switch off, and think about what you’re going to say next. However, if we’re honest, most of us would admit that we often do just that.

Emails sent remain unanswered, not even a reply on any of the contents. I guess you could think “well, I will just have more to talk about to keep the lines of communication flowing when we do connect”

5 Dos of Conversation

Listen more than you talk. …
Tailor the conversation to the listener. …
Take your turn. …
Think before you speak. …
Don’t interrupt. …


Yep, missed the step up entirely. I felt like a kid that had fallen off his bicycle only worse cause I am not a kid Smile

and now for a beautiful photo I took yesterday chasing after an Iguana that did not want his picture taken.


Have a great everyday

Don’t sweat the petty things and don’t pet the sweaty things.” – George Carlin

There is No Right or Wrong | The Unbounded Spirit

There is no such thing as right and wrong. Right and wrong is neither here nor there because things just are.

I found this of great interest.
I have always had my opinions. Sometimes I have been known to voice them. On the other hand it really all comes down to each one’s individual belief systems. Going round robin so too speak on subjects that for the most part are dead ends, out of our hands.
So little can be done regardless of intentions in the grand scheme of life.

Why bother comes to mind.

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts

His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover,Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.

Then a soldier,Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth.

And then the justice,In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all,That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

William Shakespeare


While on my usual afternoon run today, I stumbled upon an interesting perspective that provoked various philosophical questions. So before we continue, I’d like you to imagine two different scenarios involving two individuals and perspectives. Scenario 1: A young woman at the age of 21 falls victim to a vicious rape carried out by a …

Source: There is No Right or Wrong | The Unbounded Spirit

Hello Monday Wake Up

as I was getting the laundry out from behind the room divider I placed my hand on the book shelf and the entire shelf fell, books landed everywhere.


I Got up at 8 AM and greeted this still chilly willy but beautiful day at 64 °

My chimes are chiming on the CD I burned years ago.

Over and done with the room divider hiding a ton of laundry that has waited on me forever to do.
I decided something.
I proceeded to relocate.

I put one of the folding doors back in the hallway closet freeing the pretty lighthouse shower curtain that was covering it.

Than on to the major task.

The bottom of the old but still very new looking bird cage was moved to the pet room too hold boom box and supplies for the animals.

Than as I was getting the laundry out from behind the room divider I placed my hand on the book shelf and the entire shelf fell, books landed everywhere.

The brunt of it was taken on my forehead.

I have a huge bruised bump.  Yes it hurt like bejesus and I let the world know with my screams of pain.

Later I will reorganize the back closet and make room for dirty laundry.

I guess I should really just go ahead and get that feat done.

Than of course finding a home after the Laundry fairy has finally  washed and folded it neatly.

My head is throbbing.


The Rooster is at THE Door


On this last day of the Year 2016. The Year of the Rooster is just a cock a dilly doo away. In some ways it has seemed a very long and frustrating year.

It seems it was just 2015 and we awaited the ball too drop on 2016.

We lost so many loved ones in the Hollywood scene this year, persons in the news, on our favorite TV shows. For some their lights burned long and remained prosperous.  Others succumbed to the star struck illusion of fame and prosperity. The ones that light so quickly, burn so fast and fade away.

I have not made any resolutions this year.  Seems to always be the same ones.
As usual my will power does not hold me too it and I am back where I started.

We can only do our best each day. We are given a gift each day we awaken to a brand new possibility.
One full of promise and change.

No one person can change another,we can only change ourselves. We waste valuable time and energy trying too do-overs on others we love and care for.

The most important lessons I have learned in life.

Love,family and true blue friends are most important.
Judge no one, everyone has their own issues they deal with on a daily basis.
Love unconditionally
Never give up
Always have Hope
and a bit of change in your pocket.


Count Our Blessings

This song has been a favorite of mine for many years. We do well to remember all our blessings each and everyday.

Life is so fleeting.

It is a Christian hymn written by the 18th century pastor and hymnist Robert Robinson.

Robert Robinson penned the words at age 22 in the year 1757.

  1. Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
    Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
    Streams of mercy, never-ceasing,
    Call for songs of loudest praise.
    Teach me some melodious sonnet,
    Sung by flaming tongues above;
    Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
    Mount of Thy redeeming love.
  2. Here I’ll raise my Ebenezer;
    Hither by Thy help I’m come;
    And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
    Safely to arrive at home.
    Jesus sought me when a stranger,
    Wand’ring from the fold of God;
    He, to rescue me from danger,
    Interposed His precious blood.
  3. Oh, to grace how great a debtor
    Daily I’m constrained to be!
    Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
    Bind my feeble heart to Thee.
    “Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,”
    Long I cried to be made pure;
    “Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
    Work in me Thy double cure.”
  4. Hallelujah! I have found it,
    The full cleansing I had craved,
    And to all the world I’ll sound it:
    They too may be wholly saved.
    I am sealed by Thy sweet Spirit,
    Prone no longer now to roam;
    And Thy voice, I’ll humbly hear it,
    For Thy presence is my home.

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Well Excuse Me


I am reading a wonderful little book called “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff and it’s All Small Stuff”  by Richard Carlson

This one of my favorites as I feel each of us has done this or had it done too us.

Don’t interrupt others or finish their sentences

When you interrupt someone, or finish his or her sentence, you have to keep track not only of your own thoughts but of those of the person you are interrupting as well.

This tendency (which, by the way, is extremely common in busy people), encourages both parties to speed up their speech and their thinking.

This, in turn, makes both people nervous, irritable, and annoyed. It is also the cause of many arguments, because if there’s one thing almost everyone resents, it’s someone who doesn’t listen to what they are saying.

Once you begin noticing yourself interrupting other, you’ll see that this tendency is nothing more than an innocent habit that has become invisible to you. This is good news because it means that all you really have to do is to begin catching yourself when you forget.

Remind yourself (before a conversation begins, if possible) to be patient and wait. Tell yourself to allow the other person to finish speaking before you take your turn.

You’ll notice, right away, how much the interactions with the people in your life will improve as a direct result of this simple act.

The people you communicate with will feel much more relaxed around you when they feel heard and listened to.

You’ll also notice how much more relaxed you’ll feel when you stop interrupting others.

Your heart and pulse rates will slow down, and you’ll begin to enjoy your conversations rather than rush through them.
This is an easy way to become a more relaxed and loving person.