Texts From Mittens by Angie Bailey for March 22, 2024

My past cat Nadia would get in my lap, climb on me, try to take the phone from me if she heard a female voice on the other end. Generally though, she was nice to any females that came over.

Actually, it is. Mama isn’t a cat.

Has Angie always been single by choice? Or has she experienced divorce, death, or lack of a compatible partner?

I’ve heard that the Sandbox at the Park serves really good niptinis and liver treats. You should try it, Angie.

Children play in that sandbox!

C’mon Angie, help Mittens out, he doesn’t get out and about like his friends do.

Jack had better like cats. Red flag if he doesn’t.

As a child, my oldest Nephew had a nice sandbox. One of his friends, Patrick, had the dubious job of “policing” the sandbox for any “presents” left behind by neighborhood cats. If you knew this kid Patrick you’d immediately say, YUP, That’s a kid you’d put in charge of sweeping the sand. LOL I wonder what became of that guy. I’m sure he became a figure much like Drunk Patty.

Never sign up with HonkHonk, the clown dating service. Your date will wear ten times as much makeup as you do, will step on your feet with too-big shoes, throw dessert at you, but might just catch you when you are thrown off the mechanical bull in the bar. :)

#DontGetInTheTinyCar