I wrote a real nice post the other day about my two doggies and a couple of my now long gone cats.

I ended on a feathered note about Cripes, my other parrot, the first being Pirate; whose first words were "Walk The Plank You Mangy Human!" Pirate, not Cripes. I'm not sure what Cripes will say. This since I have no one to own her with, in tandem.

I did, however, during the course of writing said comment upon the question of which is better the cat or the dog, decide that Tandem is a small town just outside a New Yawk City.

Then, instead of posting the few 'graphs in question, or rather in answer, in the comments section of Kiethei's blog, I done dumped it. Which I immediately rued (as in I did then rue the fact of having dumped a nice little snatch of thoughtlets of my mind's activities re: pets, up to and not including my guppie fishes)as it was a rather nice, tidy little piece of writerly doodadderie.

See, I have said somewhere between too much and not enough on the topic of dogs and cats and birdies and such.

So.

It brings me to the topic of being social and choosing not to be. Social, that is.

Which, as a matter of fact, is directly linked to a person's will to live and let live, and stuff.

More later?

Sure. Later.
Sprtcs