Ratty Tails

Hello,

All my females have ratty tails, and the males sport tails of grandeur
to match their overall stature.

Maybe farmers shouldnot go into breeding of kitties. Ihave done
breeding all my life: this means I started out with my parents who
practiced, recessive-gene breeding of GermanShepherds: for short legs,
pure, silver coloring w/blackish saddle and muzzle, bony structure,
BitBull instinct, intelligence, uncanny hearing and unbridled loyalty
and obedience to his master, originally designed by Herr
VonStephanits, of the original GermanShepherd, which had been wiped
out due to money-mongering hucksters,

Since leaving home, I went into general truck farming, and of course
continued the breeding [I wound up with top-o-the-blood-lines of both
East and West cost: (Female out of BJ‘s Kennels and male out of
Traveler’s Way’s Grand Champion of that year I purchased him, my male,
Traveler‘s Way Dandy)]. However, Farm breeding soon became the order
of the day, and in farm breeding as in the GermanShepherd breeding,
the first and foremost, hard and died-in-the-wool rule, along with the
general rules, always worked fine. Not so with kittles.

When I read about a woman that took 28 years to get her breed, I said,
ohsht, at my age, , ihave only 28 months, I better hurry . . . Now
ithas been about 3 years . . . And low and behold iam still alive (:
Kitties are full of surprises. I finally got a sweet, gentile, loving,
bushy-tailed kitty but, as if she were a male, she tries to spray on
the walls (but it puddles on the floor), thus must be caged or housed
in an outbuilding, comes into heat but doesnot seem to breed, or does
closet-breeding, which means she doesnot get pregnant. Now ihave a new
one [youwillnot believe this one; her beauty is incredible, and my
heart‘s desire (she is small w/short legs and a cute, little mouth.
She looks like a fuzzy, plush toy)], however she is a crazy, who has a
feral personality. She is sweet as sugar, wants loving and cuddling,
but without closeness and touching . . . Yeah-shur . . . figure that
one out . . . maybe when she matures shewill be normal . . . HA . . .
not with my luck. Her mate’s-to-be appearance is the same (without the
silver dust) as she, but lets you cuddle him, and is like a dog (fuzzy
TeddyBear's short body looks like a little, black Chow Dog): always at
your foot with every step from room to room; even up and down the
steps, weather it be to the cellar or the second floor bedrooms. In
spite of “her” I suspect I will get something out of them, because of
him . . . if they breed . . .and . . . if he is capable . . .
and . . . if she can get pregnant . . . and . . . if they both
live . . . past the Anthrax and whipworm this Fall . . . and all the
other worms, diseases and Chinese feed, between the Fall seasons. . .
and if I, with my failing health, and encroaching age, donot falter,
no, not for even one second.

Ohwell, so much for the ratty tails.

Gotta march on. One of these days [if warm weather ever gets here
(Erie, Pa, we had snow Mother‘s Day, and, in California, a
granddaughter jumped off a bridge, 60 feet into the water below w/2
other crazy girls (all in the hospital))] unless the grave gets us
first, I will get you a picture of the incredibly-beautiful CrazyCat.

Truly

Truth will set you free, according to Jesus in John 8:32