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Neal at Christmas

It's me, Little Neal.  I'm not looking forward to Christmas.  

Kittens

There are kittens in my house.  I hate it.  They're everywhere.  Please call mom and adopt a kitten.

it's me, Little Neal.














Mom and Dad are Leaving

Mom and Dad are going away again, to Austin.  They're leaving me here with the new sociopath hillbilly cat.  Uncle John's coming over to stay with us, but he's not going to get up at 4 AM and save me when the hillbilly gets on a psycho tear at 4 AM.  I don't like it.

I told them that the stupid cat was outside, but I didn't count on him MOVING IN.  The other ferals know their place.  Robert, the former feral, he stayed outside and kept his distance.

Little Neal

It's me, Little Neal.  I'm thinking of using this photo for my GQ cover. What do you think?

When you've got it, you can't hide it. 

Hillbilly Cat: Water Going down the Drain

In case you missed some of the story, this is the Hillybilly cat, Errol Flynn, who has moved into our house.  I don't like him.  He has no education, no culture.  He's never watched PBS or listened to public radio.  His vocabulary is smaller than Trump's.  SAD.  It's me, Little neal, and I'm not happy about the situation.  Look at him here.  He's fascinated, FASCINATED, by water going down  the drain.  It's water, going down the sink drain.

Neal and the Sail Boat

It's me, Little Neal.  This isn't our sail boat, but it's a sail boat at Jekyll Island.  I want to go to Key West in our sailboat.  I can get under in the cabin.  I love it. 

Hilly Billy Cat in the House

There's this hillbilly cat who has moved into our house.  He's just pissing me off.  He eats my food, tries to ambush me around every corner and is snaking my mom away.  He don't know nothing.  His vocabulary is smaller than Mr. Trump's.  SAD.  But, now, I've got to teach him everything.  He's never even heard of PBS or NPR or CSPAN.  He don't know what the Emoluments Claws is. 

Little Neal: don't Drink the poison



Dad, don't drink the poison. 

I try and try to tell them they're too old to drink the poison, but they don't listen.  Who listens to the cat anyway.  What do I know.  Noooooooo, he's just a cat.  it's me, Little Neal. 
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Dad's Dog Sitting

This is my Dad. He's gone to the dogs.  Well, one dog in particular.  he's dog sitting with Uncle John's dog, Nettles.  It's going to take weeks to get that smell off him.  He smells like weener dog.  It's disgusting.

Me and Mom

My peeps are back from las Vegas.  Everything's back to normal - me and mom monitoring the decline o western civilization.  it's great.  it's me, of course, little Neal. 




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