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Irregular Bones 
Oh. My. God. You found exploding wedding birds. You are so brilliant.
[on floor]
I am proof that the Public School System Works.
amm
Ha ha Anita. Time for rice to return to weddings.
And headless doves…right?
amm
Pigeon pigeon is my secret code for long lost friends. Now you know it, you’ll get past my gaurds.
To bad Max likes stories about blowing them up.
I’m starting to see why my Cat hero worships her now.
amm
I am Bast, hear me roar.
Hey Bast
The Fourth of July Festivities have started on my street- your buddy Insanity Jones won’t come in the house…he’s sitting by the Fire Hydrant.
I AM NOT KIDDING.
amm
Oh. My. God.
I love Insanity Jones
I wrote a script with a cat in it that was so dangerous, to feed the cat you had hurl a can of Fancy Feast into an unoccupied room and slam the door. You did not have to open the can. The cat could rip a can right open. You just had to be on the other side of a wall when the cat ate and also construction workers suffered heavy casualties. Insanity so reminds me of that cat.
Then it won’t surprise you to hear that when I bring home my Mcdonald’s Food Insanity will jump up and pull the burger from out of my hand or try to dig it out of my mouth.
When he was a kitten and my sons were about 5 and 6 they used to have to eat their ice cream behind a closed door because our darling little kitten would attack them to get at the cones.
Mr Jones is turning 17 years old at the end of this month.
17 years of Insanity.
I wonder how we survived it.
amm
Zach’s ice cream cones are not safe around our cat either. Zach gets a little dish of whipped cream for the Mon Cheri to eat so he can have his cone in peace. It doesn’t always work!