You can go ahead and beat me, tie me down, scald me with hot water, but I have to tell you that I do not like cats.  They are sneaky, they are indescriminate in their toilet habits and generally give me the willys.  Dogs dont like cats and that is fine with me.  Dogs chase cats and I hope they catch them.

With this being said, my morning coffee and newspaper read was ruined when i read the story about the new cat bus in Corpus.  There exists a place here at the edge of town named the “Catery.  Apparently has something to do with cats.  And a lot of them.  I noticed recently that they had purchased a small used school bus.  I had been eyeing that same bus as a potential hunting vehicle/sleeping rig.  In this mornings paper it was revealed that they are refurbishing the bus so that they can make it easier to disperse adoptive cats.  Hell, does a cat need a bus token and a bus ride to get someplace?  Those damned things are everywhere.  I can only invision a cat taking the “B” over to my neighborhood to do “toilette” in my flower bed.  Do I have to come to a complete stop if I am behind the cat bus and it stops to let a rider out?  Will there be a particular cat that rides the bus forever because no one wants to adopt the thing.

I can only hope that I never see the cat bus driving down my cul de sac.  That will be where I draw the line in the sand.  That bus better have bullet proof windows cause the lead is gonna fly.

Speaking of cats.  What in the world is Tiger up to?  What is that poor girl thinking?  Does she not read the tabloids?  Does she not know that she is dating the number 1 philanderer in all of history?  She will go to the beauty shop and 12 of the 13 ladies in the shop will be women that Tiger has “known”.  That has got to be a bit disconcerting.

I have to stop now and make my grocery list.  I go to the grocery store every saturday and about 5 times during the week.  My trips are always a source of displeasure or one of humor and awe.  I almost never go without seeing someone who just absolutely stops me in my tracks.  I mean, is it really necessary to have “left and right” tatooed above your breasts?  And is the wife beater T-shirt the only top that you could wear this morning to match your shorts that have more holes in them than the package of baby swiss that I just purchased?  Has the government outlawed the use of a mirror?

Chuy, the observant