THE CATS IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD VOL 1

Every year is the Year of the Cat!!!

My sidekick and roving feline reporter, Roscoe Ratcatcher

REPORTING ALL THE NEWS THAT'S FIT TO PRINT.................OR NOT...........

THE CATS IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD DO THE ORDINARY THINGS CATS DO.......

                             

                                                    They go to the tanning salon................

                                  











They teach the ways of the Einstein..............

They play video games on those damn computers 24/7 instead of reading newsworthy articles like this one!!!!

Some of them are great hunters and chefs at local restaurants

Some are friendly receptionists.............................

However.........................

                                                                         

                               We're almost sure that there is a cold blooded killer among them....

                                              Especially since Sensei Wang Dang Doo went missing

The kids are alright as kids go.....

                                                 At least till bath time...........

If they get out of line, they go before Judge Pawker, the hanging judge

One little fellow is training to be an astronaut..............

Old Willie likes to hang out on dating sites and insult humans...............

Then there's Bruce, the paranormal expert who loves to pop up when you least expect it....

We never paid the local Meow Militia much mind until this poster started showing up on neighborhood telephone poles and on the internet.................Several of us started arming ourselves with bulldogs and laser light pointers....

Oh, some of them are quite talented. For instance, Snowball plays The Grinch every Christmas at the FELINE FUNHOUSE THESPIAN THEATRE.................

                                                MeatLoaf usually wins all the local bike-a-thons..............

and Garfield look-a-like contests

Huey, Duey, Looey, and Clyde do double duty as window washers and peeping toms......

Yesterday Donald was caught by his brother's cell phone sticking his tongue out at his mom.
(he is now grounded for six of his nine lives)

One of my personal favorites is the preacher cat, The Right Reverand Moochie Mewhard, who goes about casting the devil out of his fellow felines ......whether they need it or not...................

This guy is a Rock Star wannabe who practices falling backwards into mosh pits at any given opportunity. He can't sing or play guitar, he just.....falls

Here we have Manny Moo at the kitchen table yesterday after the Vet told his Mom to put him on a diet. Needless to say, Manny did not appreciate the carrot and Buttermilk Smoothie.....

Well, I think this hidden Cat Cam clears up any mystery of a killer loose in the neighborhood.

I wondered why I hadn't got a paper the last three days....................

Spockles has really been enjoying all the new Star Wars movies, he says but is fighting for a part in the next Star Trek franchise.............coming next summer from what I hear.  He said he's tired of all this Non-Human exclusion in Hollywood at the Oscars. He can walk a red carpet just as well as Lady GooGoo Ga Ga .......  Whatever

Local meowers, The JellyBellies performed the 

only song they know for the big charity event CATSRUS last night....

The song?  STUCK ON YOU by Lionel Richie

In other news..........bad brothers, Bob and BoDiddly have been up

to their old tricks, stealing toilet paper out of  any open bathroom 

windows they can find. Traces of it literally litter the whole neighborhood.

It's a crime and a shame how some cats turn out. But....at least it's not catnip.

Local businessman....er...cat, Bojangles Popeye Church explains his next fried chicken

 proposal to potential investors. It was later said that he did quite an impressive

PowerPoint presentation even though nobody knew how it ended because he threw up

a hair ball on the keyboard.............

Also, as a lesson to all the high schoolers....this picture was circulated amongst them all

Friday to remind them not to be like Jolly. Jolly won't eat anything if it's not in capsule form.

As most of you know,  General Bonkers went on live tv yesterday to try to calm the masses

after a huge UFO was seen hovering over Mrs. Bailey's back yard. It took out all of her bird feeders and seven squirrels. Please contact  General Bonkers at the Feline Flying Force HeadQuarters (the shed behind the garage on Baker Street) if you have any information. We  allegedly suspect Claude Jay, the kid who likes to build model airplanes and stuff but have no concrete proof.....

General Bonkers is offering a $25.00 reward and all the rats you can eat......which probably will preclude any humans turning him in.............

In closing this week.............just a friendly reminder, folks.......

Remember your feline friends...because they never forget a slight...........

We will return soon with more

 Cats In This Neighborhood News..............

until next time.....Farewell and Meow from your Oh, so Human Reporter.....
Voo Ima Standingby and the ever cool Roscoe Ratcatcher

psstttt!!!!!!!!!

(Man! I've got to find myself another audience!)

Midnight As Always rated um V er R uh VR mmmm it's hot in here, Ya'll

You Again by John Foxx

Midnight As Always

Midnight, as always

As she stands by my bed

In a gown of satin

Her soft skin silky smooth

As a baby's hand

But far beyond a baby's mode of touch.....

Her touch is like an angel's

But with claws

Claws that set my skin on fire

With their light but heavy strokes.

Strokes that turn longing into passion,

Needing into famine that must be fed,

Wanting into thirst that must be quenched

Lusting into livid, lascivious, luscious love.

Midnight, as always

Without a word, she comes

Bidden by my heart

And my flesh that's screaming

Screaming sounds that only she can hear.

I hear her quiet footstep...

The gown falling to the floor...

The sheets pulled back....

And her purring sigh

As she falls into my waiting arms.

Our bodies touch, tentatively like strangers

As the breath within our lungs falls into rhythm

We wait without speaking as heart pounds against heart

And her body bids me welcome into it's depths.

She is mine once more........

And I can exhale again as the night becomes alive

And the dream becomes reality

And the fantasy more than dream.

But always at midnight

Does she come

Not nine nor noon nor afternoon

But midnight, as always. Always.

For she is a creature of dream and hope

Conjured by my wayward, hungry heart,

My desire so deep, no mortal can conceive it,

My longing so dark and full of despair,

Only another such as I, may perceive it.

My sighs reach out to her in the darkness,

Call her name softly under my breath

And yet she hears me

And even though she may be a million miles away....

Dancing in another's stolen dreams.....

At midnight, as always.....as always......

She comes.

©by Voo

Feb 29, 2020

10:00 p.m.

💙

For the dreamer that told me this

and I wrote it   💓

I'm so bad

For Reasons I Will Never Know....This was the nickname my mother called me So yeah, I love this song

BE PREPARED!!! AT LONG LAST>>>>>>>>> The Shocking TRUTH Can Now Be Revealed.....this is me, the true Voo

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Dogwood Desire

I Dream of You

Per Olav Kindgren

Dogwood Desire

I remember the dogwood days

When Spring came knocking on Winter's door

Demanding to be let in

Unbudded roses waited and forsythias bloomed

Like golden rays of sun on the landscape.

It was then that I discovered desire

Discovered longing and love

And how good it felt

To be held in the arms of another human

There in that secluded garden.

The grass around us, wet with dew

We lay carpeted on a blanket

Stolen from your mother's spare room

Birds whispered good morning greetings

And when the sun came up, we were still oblivious.

To this day, I can't look at a dogwood tree

Without seeing your face

Hearing your voice reading Whitman

Feeling your fingers entwined in my hair

And remembering Spring knocking on a long-ago door.

  

©by Voo

March 11, 08

12:24 a.m.

SPLASH!!!! a collab by Voo and Manny Moo

SPLASH!!!!

Let’s play in the pool

Cause I’m outta school

My belly is full

And so is my skull

So come, let us  play

I’ve been waiting all day

And it’s really hot

And that pool is not

I’ve finished my cheese

So let us go, please

And jump in the water

Cause it’s getting hotter

Oh come on, let’s go

I love you, you know

But what’s really cool

Is that big ole blue pool

I can’t wait any longer

This heat’s getting stronger

I’m ready to dash

Hey, look out, hey…..Splash!!!!

©️by Manny Moo and Voo

June 6th, 2011

3:57 p.m.

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The Unspeakable Word (Hunger beyond Hunger)

 

soundtrack (put on loop)

The Unspeakable Word

 (Hunger beyond Hunger)

Licking my lips,

I watched his mouth move

In the moonlight

He was mocking and laughing 

At a once pretty girl

Accosting him on the street

As he'd hurried off to mischief.

She was far beneath him,

(I could tell by the cut of his clothes,

By the shine of his shoes

His proud regal bearing

And his beautiful face)

A woman of the night, she was

Who sold herself like matches.

Like pastries on the baker's cart

Or papers that the barking boys

Tried desperately to sell

Before the streets cleared of daylight

Leaving the night folk to appear

She sold herself like merchandise

No longer feeling she had worth.

It was not her, though

That held my interest

But the man she flirted so piteously with

Who disdained with feigned gentility

And shook his head and laughed

As he pulled his tailored coat tails

From her thin and hungry hands.

Finally resorting to begging,

She saw his eyes go cold

And he flung her away as though a rag

And threw something at her feet

I watched her scramble as he hurried away 

Hoping to find some coinage

But finding only refuse, she fell on her knees and wept.

I followed him down darkened streets

Where my footsteps made no sound

Listening to his boot heels ring

On every cobblestone

He did not know I shadowed him, he was not of me, aware

He swore some oaths, he wiped his clothes

To remove the smell of her.

Pulling deep on a silver flask,

He returned it to his pocket,

Stopped to watch some partiers

Whistle to hansom cabs for hire

He knew that he would not go home, had no wish to go

Perhaps to a mistress with sleepy eyes
 Waiting for his touch.

But before that, he knew the night

Would bring him other pleasures

A victim to calm his dark blood lust

With the daggers in his pockets

He turned to look for the discarded girl

She would do as good as any

The black bag heavy in his hand as he smiled an evil smile.

He took his time and I took mine

As my hunger drove me onward

I  knew what I wanted, I wanted him

But it was a long, slow chase

I had to be careful, had to be on my guard

For there are those who are not kind

To me and my kind of kind.

He stopped there in the moon's glow

As though he'd heard a noise

 In silence I glided behind his back,

Heard the blood rush through his veins
(And the sound made me go mad)

I breathed him deep into my lungs, intoxicated, impatient

 My mouth begged for the taste of him, my body, for his blood.

For I, too, am a woman of the night

A creature of the darkness

But I do not beg, I only take

And sate my endless hunger

Slake my thirst on those I find delectible

Like this handsome, cruel cold hearted fool
 With his greedy, wicked eyes.

Who are you? he cries. You're beautiful!

And I lower my lashes, pretending to blush

He caresses my cheek that's as cold as white marble

As his will bends to mine and my hypnotic eyes

Pulling his body against me, deep in to the shadows

I feel the knives in his pockets, feel his heart racing

But he does not and will never feel mine.

I am so hungry, I'm beyond hunger!

Like an animal now, I howl at the moon

The man in my arms, though wild with desire,

Sensing some danger, begins to fumble and fall

But I push back his hair, exposing his throat

And I shush all his whimpers, whispering

Don't be afraid.

Then I feel him give me the sum of himself

All life loses meaning before this moment in time

His wife and his mistress, both waiting in vain

Behind their sad and neglected doors

But it matters not to me to see that he's full of avarice

I feast now with my hunger unleashed

 And a soul that's simply --------.

 

©by Voo Shining Stone

Sept 4, 2020

12:07 a.m.

Written in response to a Poets Dream word prompt

in which we could not actually use the word.

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And what is the unspeakable word, Readers???

😮😲 🙄

And WHO is this wicked man with the black bag????

C'Mon....  you know this! The clues are all there!