There’s a lady at Costco who works from a cage. I shit you not. It’s true and a little disturbing. I was there last night getting propane for our barbeque that we probably won’t use until mid-July, and we had to pay her through cage in the Tire department. I was going to snap a picture of her for you with my cell phone, but Hubby wouldn’t let me. Something about it being too embarrassing or ‘inappropriate’…wait, what? I want to take a picture of a lady in a cage and I’M the inappropriate one?! THERE’S A LADY IN A CAGE. I was going to make the statement that she was like Danny Devito on Taxi, but I think Hubby was a little put out by all the staring and pointing going on. “She’s in a cage! A fucking cage! Do they feed you in there?” I actually only said it in my head, because that’s where it belongs…apparently.
Yesterday, there was an email going around from my DH ladies regarding the impending festivities changing from Sunday night to Friday night. I think my response was a little over-the-top with all the capital letters and exclamation points. And the rambling on about nothing remotely to do with DH. It’s funny, everybody’s reaction was the same. Ignore her and move on. Hilarious…I was expecting somebody to say something about my unusual response, but they all just accept my over-exuberance as part of my personality. “Oh yeah that’s Rogue. Let’s all be the mature ones…someone has to” They’re great, aren’t they? I’m planning to inundate their email boxes with more of my effervescent personality. They’ll love it, I know. I’m like the little sister who annoys everybody but they tolerate it because it’s kinda funny and a bit weird but really, they would all miss me if I suddenly died or got run over by a truck or something. At least I think so.
Bestie’s cat died yesterday. It was very sad and she was terribly upset. I felt awful for her and her girlies. As sad as that event was, I was so close to saying inappropriate odes and writing cat eulogies. How inappropriate is that? I know, right? Ugh…Here is my ode to Shamie (that’s the cat’s name, duh)
Ode To Shamie
I saw you very little
But your presence was always known
By D’s daughter’s frightened expression
And your penchant for being alone.
Your fur was very fluffy
Your eyes remained bright and wide
You never appeared huffy
And you were always by Bestie’s side
Now you’ve gone to cat heaven
To play and frolic all through the night
Be happy dearest Shamie
You’re never far from their sight.
You were a badass in cat terms
That made the other cats jealous
You possessed cat charms
That made you appear a tad ‘over zealous’ *
Eventhough you suffered from depression
That made you seem ‘put-out’
You never let that stop you
From getting out and about.
That’s the best I could do…okay, not the BEST but I think it’s adequate. I hope you liked it.
*Let me see you rhyme a word with ‘jealous’.
11 thoughts on “My Ode To Shamie and Why Is That Lady In A Cage?”
That’s a lovely tribute for a gorgeous looking cat.
I kinda want a cage now
A cage could be interesting…that cat was very pretty. Glad you liked my tribute. I hope Bestie will…
It was really sweet, I get to rush home to see my cat now, I’ll give her an extra hug. Cat people know..
That’s a beautifull poem for your friends’ cat.
Thanks, Guap! Okay, I’m dumbfounded by your rhyming skills…I should have known….
I love cats! No, not on the bbq, for pets! They make nice pets! I even have a cat! See, I like em…nice tribute to a furry friend of yours
Thanks…cats are special, too!! We can’t have cats as D2 is highly allergic, but we used to have one named Ed..he was a cool cat…
It helped me so I am sure Shamie loved it Thanks
My pleasure, Bestie xo
It was a lovely ode! I’d have just rambled on till the rest died of boredom. We’re off to Costco next week. Never been in automotive, I gotta see if we have a woman in a cage. Where’s the camera?? 😀
Yes!!! Get a pic for me…and make sure she waves…and feed her something! Ugh, I so wish I was there.