June 25, 2020

My cat, Abby, has been lazy for two days. She wants to go to sleep. Crazy cat! I guess it is all the hunting she has been doing.

The other day, she caught a mouse and brought it in the house to me. I didn’t want it. I screamed at her, and she took it back outside. She thought it was a present for me, but I didn’t want it. Now every time she wants to come inside. I check out her mouth for a mouse or something. That is what I do. I don’t want another mouse in my house.

Abby likes bringing all sorts of things into the house. Another time she brought a lizard. She put it right onto my bed. It was all squooshed and gross. After that she learned to leave lizards alone. It could have been that I freaked out. Nobody wants to see that!

Thursdays are bad days for Abby. It is trash day. She doesn’t like the trash truck. She rushes into the house as soon as she hears it. She opens the door all by herself, but she can’t close it. I didn’t even teach her that. She taught herself how to come in. My family gets mad because she leaves the door open so I have to go and close the door behind her.

Abby adopted me. I went to the animal shelter in Bonita. I put my hand out to steady myself, and she put her paw on the glass next to mine. She chose me. I enjoy having her around, but she needs to learn a few things. She already learned to leave lizards alone. Next, she needs to learn to leave the little field mice alone and to close the door behind her.

June 15, 2020
 Right now  I  am sitting in front of my favorite window and people are coming and going. Cars are going fast. I  just heard a helicopter flying by my window. On this beautiful day, I  see a lot of black crows flying over the house on their way to  Plaza Bonita  Mall to go sleep in the trees.  I also see a hummingbird going to the feeder before she flies away.

When I was three years old, I was trying to get away from my sister, Donna. I climbed up on my dad’s old red Buick. but I didn’t make it to the top of the car. I cut open my left foot by where my toes are. My mother, being “Take her to Navy Hospital!”  When we went in to see the doctor, they put me in a straight jacket, but Margaret Houdini got out of the straight jacket. I was gone. But they found me. My dad had to hold me down so the doctors could put nineteen stitches in my foot. 
I was about seven and I was helping my dad build a pond in the back yard. Guess what happened. I rested the shovel on my left foot. Again. Went to Balboa Naval Hospital. Again. No straight jacket this time. I think I had nine stitches that time in a u-shape. 
I used to like to wash the car so guess what happened again. I didn’t roll the windows up so I got lots of water in the car. The neighbor guy ratted me out. It was the same old red Buick that tortured me. I didn’t know you had to roll up the windows. I was just a wild kid.