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Kittens in the House

It's me, Little Neal.  We have a house full of kittens, plus the hillbilly cat, Flynn, plus two outdoor feral cats who look like bears.  I'm sick of it.  don't you want a kitten?  We have four.  Please contact mom,  We're in Georgia, near Jekyll Island.  

Little Neal: My Dad's Gone

it's me, Little Neal.  My Dad's dog sitting across town.  I miss him.  It's not the same without him here.  

The Hillbilly Cat and the Water

This is the stupid hillbilly cat who has wormed his way into our house.  Mom named him Errol Flynn.  This is him staring at the water running down the drain in the kitchen sink.  Can you beat it?  It's water, running down the drain. 

He's obsessed with this.  He'll stand there for half an hour and watch.  Where did this cat come from?  I keep telling him, bud, it's water.  It's in every bathroom in the house, the kitchen and the laundry room.

Me and Dad: Little Neal

it's me, Little Neal, telling Dad not to drink the poison. 

Fox News According to Mr.Neal

Who would believe news from a cable channel run by foxes?

Don't Nothing Get By Little neal.

Me and Mom are making our list and checking it twice, writing down who's been naughty and nice.  Mr. Trump's been naughty especially since he said that keeping pets was "low class." 

don't nothing get by Little Neal. 

No Cat is Dumb Enough

Mr. Trump said that having pets was "low class."  Just who the hell does he think he is?

It's just that no cat is dumb enough to live with him. 

me and Mom

This is me and mom.  We are crazy about each other. 

A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.  It's me, Little Neal, looking out over my Little Satilla River on my morning walk.  .

Robert Didn't Eat Breakfast

it's me, Little Neal.  This is our Mr. Robert the Feral.   He came for breakfast this morning, but he didn't want to get up and eat.  it was cold and I felt sorry for him.  it was like he was telling Mom: I'm cold and old and my bones are stiff.  So, Dad ordered him a house today.  Robert's going to have his own house outside.  I watch for him all the time from my chair on the second floor.

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