Basura Cat asked me to check her DNA, I thought what a strange thing for a cat to say. She said she wanted to find more of her family, Seems that she wants more than just her and me. So a swab we sent off, no matter the cost, Hoping…
Basura Cat was up late reading the news, Something that usually gives her the blues. She jumped on my head just before 1am, And I thought to myself, here we go again! “He has it,” she cried, “And so does his wife!” I couldn’t figure out what she meant for…
News was just released about Donald tRump's taxes ~ or lack thereof. As usual Basura and I speak of matters in our world. The Adventures of Basura continue... My Cat And Her Taxes ~ by me 9/29/2020 Basura Cat woke me up in the middle of the night, Terrified that…
“Whatsup? Basura Cat said to me, “Not much,” I replied, “What’s up with thee?” “Not a thing,” she casually replied, As we both watched the moon cross over the sky. “It’s quiet,” she said, as I patted her head, "Most of our friends are asleep in their beds." "But you…
Twice a year, the city of San Antonio comes out and picks up bulky items that people don't want. People put all kinds of stuff out in front of their homes. Furniture, mattresses, appliances, fencing, tires, broken TV's, baby stuff, it's a cornucopia of mismatched items. There's also a competition,…
The Adventures Of Basura Continue... My Cat Has Pink Eye ~ by me Basura Cat was hiding today, I called and called for her to come out and play. I found her tucked far away under my bed, “Good morning, my darling cat,” I said. But Basura was sad and…
He’s a great kid, to me at this age; they’re all kids. He looks at life with a gentle heart. He wants to travel after High School, wants to feel the world. He wants to make a difference. Basura Cat knows my students, a great judge of character. For some…
The Adventures Of Basura Continue... My Cat, The Therapist ~ a short poem by me Basura Cat asked me, “Why are you so mad?” "Did I do something wrong, was I being bad?” I stopped what I was doing and sat down for a chat For sometimes, I am not…
Everyday, two Squirrels play tag in my tree It’s better than anything to be found on TV They race and they jump from limb to limb One is a Her and one is a Him. Their chase goes round and round From the top of the tree to the brown…
The Adventures Of Basura Continue... My Cat is Jealous of My Guitar ~ A Short Poem by me Basura Cat is jealous of my guitar She wants to toss it very far Every time I hold it on my lap She claims the space to take her nap. All through…