Okay, now this ol' hillbilly is mad, mad, mad...

Like this morning, Emma, my calico, throws up on the living room carpet. She does that now and then but the P-Vine and I had to be gone today and were trying to get on the road so we didn't need that 10 minute delay to clean up, but, hey, what are ya gonna do...

Got home a little while ago and the cat had not only knocked over but broke a 60 year old ceramic lamp that belonged to my grandmother and which I remember being the coolest thing that my garndmother owned. I was a honey-combed pattern with flowers and a low watt light inside and I remember sleeping on her couch as a 4 year old and looking at that lamp with the light inside on like a night light...

Sniff...

I'm real mad at that cat and she knows it. I don't ever yell at a cat because intellectually know that does no good, but I sho nuff yelled at her...

I'm mad at my cat...

Grrrrrrrr....

Bobert