Miss Penny w the Beast

Indigo adopted us after Cody died

Miss P was not well disposed towards him

Not only did she intrude on her grief

She was ‘skeerd’ of him

“Teeth like bone needles”

Fear of puncture is big in old people

She needn’t have worried

He’s a real gent

Love of our lives


Cats on the Roof by LuRain Penny


Cats come to play

now the dog’s gone away.

Taken over his spot

now the old dog is not.

Under moon light lithe and slinky

through leafy shadow densely inky

stalking their prey above the place where I lay.


In the wee hours kitties pounce and leap

agitating my fitful sleep.

I jab jab jab cane on ceiling

hard enough to send them squealing.

They’ve invaded our yard with nary a fear.

Be no cats on the roof

if our doggie was here.

Rat Poop in Food – How much is legal?

“Many of your favorite foods may contain bits and pieces of creatures that you probably didn’t know were there”

No self respecting Mother would allow any.

The food industry, owned by Big Pharma tells us it’s unreasonable to rid our food of every contaminate.

Only because the harvesting, shipping and processing procedures are not conducive to keeping things safe.

If human grade food is so riddled with filth – what must pet food contain?

Buy organic, grow what u can, share with others, stop buying processed product.

The USDA & US_FDA are in the business of supporting the system. They care less about us, our pets or the animals we consume.

How can cruelty, disrespect & neglect ever be healthy?

Lapse Cats :: The Family Penny


excerpt from Maintenance Drinker in the New Age

Rathlin Patrick Penny – my Grandad – was Catholic Irish.

Went to Church only a few times in his life.

He’d thrash anyone who scorned or doubted his belief.

Certain aspects of the religion was imprinted on him at birth.

Took advantage of those rules or rituals which aided him, ignored them that din’t.


Old Da was a proud con man by professional inclination.

Under the protection of St. Dismas – patron of criminals and undertakers.

The feast day of this saint is March 25.

‘Lucky’- as my grandfather was known – celebrated it as though it were his birthday.

Wishing everyone a Merry Dismas – handing out Dismas cards.

The local priest was a drinking buddy.

Granma Pen said that this fellow had a hollow leg.

(A description I came to understand viscerally when I took up the glass myself.)

He and Lucky closed down many a bar with a knock down drag out brawl.

After which the priest absolved them both.

Old Da loved Absolution.

Granma Pen was a rigorous believer.

She condemned anyone who wasn’t Catholic as Hell bound.

The Hades of her imagination was only slightly worse than the life her Almighty had in store for her.

Existence was a revolve of retribution, punishment, confession then penance.

Ring around the rosary.

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