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So I saved this cat from getting hit. STORYTIME!

So I was minding my business going to work one night when there was a detour and an accident. So while going thru the detour I see this white little mess of a cat sitting right in front of oncoming lights. Just sitting there, like it had no idea who or what that was. Luckily I got to it first and stood in front of this car doing 50 in a 25 residential. (LIKE WHAT?!?)

It came right over to me and wanted pets and comfort, so it wasn’t feral. It was like snow its fur both in texture and in color. So I called my sister who was with my dad and together we got the critter into the bathroom. I then went to work after essentially locking the bathroom from my sister. Whoops.

So the next day . . . OH BOY!

No pet places that can check chips are open before 9am. So after google leading me astray in hopes that one was, I called animal shelter. But the thing is! I found it on county lines and the county I may or may not have found in is one they don’t rescue in. So I called animal control and the sent a truck to me. But when they came they told me the same thing, found on county lines and its the one county they don’t rescue in.They came all the way to my apartment just to tell me that. UGH

So at this point I was becoming a mess with its existence, sneezing and one of my eyes closing. So I looked up the closest shelter and went there. There was a line but fortunately it wasn’t too long. I begged the lady to help me and I guess from the sneezing to my eye twitching. She advised me to go to the next door with the cat and say you found it in the county we were in, and not the next one. I did and FINALLY THEY TOOK THE CAT!

I’m sorry but by then I was a sneezing, twitching mess that still needed to clean the bathroom before using it. I got out of there as soon as I could and went home. The entire thing lasted since 6am to 1pm, and I was tired. I never knew the rescue process could be so complicated. But at least the cat wasn’t hit by a car. It’s now safe.

I hope I did the right thing, but to be honest, I’m not doing it again. Sorry, but it’s not as simple as it seems.

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Styling my wig’s hair is tough

The wig above is split equally, half blonde and half black. I use it for my family character whose family is mostly dark haired people. Fortunately one of those people, playing her older sibling, has blonde streaks in their dark hair. So it is believed that a younger sibling would want to copy that, cause in reality I do. Plus it helps that this character is neat, proper and creative so the hair wouldn’t be the odd one out. They also have tattoos and very unique stockings that go under her shorts.

I just can’t wait for the pandemic to be over so we can go back to live events.

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Fiction Writing – #1

So I had wrote this little passage when I was rather depressed and watching some crime TV shows. NCIS. It didn’t help but it was a good show.

Boxed on all Sides

The phone rang on the counter. At first he ignored it as he finished making the sandwich. After a moment, it died down, and then went back to ringing. He ignored it again. It silenced and then rang again. He grabbed it finally and put it up to his ear.

“Hello?” The voice said on the other side.

He took a breathe, knowing the voice.

“Nice night Sam?” The voice asked with a giggle.

“I don’t really know, but I made myself a sandwich.”

“Really? What kind?” 

“Tuna, tomato, and lettuce; toasted. I love that thing.”

“The toaster? Or the sandwich?”

“Yeah, that.”

The voice laughed. 

He laughed along with them. “How is the night over by your place Connie?”

She quieted down with the laughter. “Nice and cool. You would enjoy it.”

He shook his head, took a bite of his sandwich and waited for her to continue.

“Sam, you should.”

He murmured a response and took another bite. 


“No.” He said brusque and cold. There was silence on the line. He waited for the phone to go dead or for her to talk about something else. She didn’t move on from it.

“I see the stars so clearly tonight. They’re turning the sky all shades of  blue.”

He made another noise. 

“Sam, come out now. That’s an order.”

He looked over into the dining room, at the stale sliding doors that led into the backyard. The handle was coated in dust, the window was framed on the other side with pollen, leaves and sticks. He walked into the dining room with his sandwich for a closer inspection.

“I don’t think that would be safe for my health.” He chuckled. “You know how the doctor likes to describe it, my fragile and slowly decreasing health.”

Connie’s laughter came thru the phone as smooth as silk. 

“I’m concerned you’re even out there.”

“Oh really?” She asked incredulous

“Yeah,” He assured. “Your older than me and I am just ‘ravaged’ with thoughts of you getting hurt.” 

She giggled. “Oh don’t you worry yourself about me.”

“You the same.” 

There was a moment of silence.

“You know I will. You and the whole team. God forbid anything happens to any of you”

“Of course.” He said lowly, half believing it. 

“I do. I always do. That’s why I didn’t let Mark chew you out for canceling the breach of the warehouse. I knew you had the right idea.”

He silently made a face. In reality, the building was fine. The second building was of similar height and if someone was hiding in it, he and the rest of them would have been attacked as soon as they got out of their cars. It was a feeling he had about it. The way the wind whipped off the roof, the eerie silence that the building surrounded itself; Something was ringing in his head. It wasn’t his hearing going like the intern ,Hannah, always joked about. Something wasn’t sitting right with him, and that was the only reason he didn’t let them go with the investigation of the place. But Connie hates describing it like that. Sure, he was ninety-nine percent right most of the time, but it seemed like a weak excuse and another reason for the organization high up to criticize him. Age, they say. Age his saggy ass. He was right and they knew it. They just didn’t like how he’s able to be right.



“Please go outside tonight. Either our front or out back. I don’t want to think that you’re just stuck in that house.”

He took a breath, turning away from the sliding doors and walked back into the kitchen. He took another bite of his sandwich. “I’ll try. I’m pretty tired.”

Connie was quiet for a second. “Promise me.”

“Promise not to worry?”

“Fine. Only if you go outside.”

He mumbled something away from the phone. “Fine.”

Connie clapped on the other side of the line. It made Sam smile, exhaling through his nose.

“Thank you. You made my night.”

“Ok, go to bed director.”

They good-nighted and he hung up the phone. He finished off the sandwich, cleaned up the counter and then stood in the kitchen. He glanced back at the sliding doors, and then turned back away. Maybe tomorrow. He went upstairs, went on the computer for a couple minutes and then went to bed. Connie has good intentions, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions. 

Surprisingly this turned into a nice story. I might post some more of this. I forgot how Sam was, I enjoy his wrinkly ass.