Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for February 04, 2022

I’ve been the ghoster, I’m embarrassed to admit. I think I was afraid of being rejected first, so I disappeared on her before she could do it. I’m a jerkhole, I know.

She’s migratory. You’re resident. If you both survive, she’ll be back.

Sounds like a moving story.

If you’re feeding birds, don’t ghost them. They come to depend on what you provide through the winter.

…rabbi Byrdstein is so smart…

…and all this time I was worried that my daily 100 texts were just being blocked…

…and her Twitter account with Jonathan Livingston getting high at the beach…

…just the cat…

…people do strange things in search of some strange …um…cats…

…oh,well, maybe I’ll go back to Matlida…

…she’s a good egg…

…my name is Potoo and that is my story…

https://www.syfy.com/syfy-wire/biodome-bioreactor-regrows-african-clawed-frog-legs

One of our former cats ghosted a lot of birds in a different way. She’d bring back at least one a week in her prime, maybe more. She was a very sweet tempered cat and couldn’t understand why we rejected her gifts.

The birds probably would have preferred that she ghost them in the modern sense.

All a-twitter at the corner feeder, hoping to get on with their texting selves.

Ghost riders in the sky. There was and then there was none.

Coronavirus stayed and a surplus of TP left.

They used to call me The Grey Ghost, long before I had grey hair.

You would think with all the modern devices, she would have “tweeted” or finished her chirp…. or something….

I’m slow today. (I was doing a double shift at the bathmat factory, if that helps to explain.)

One of the neighborhood cats ATE the bird that the yellow bird thought ghosted him. Now… would that make the yellow bird feel better or worse?

Again, over, never, wrong, bad, ghosted, turned, stalking.

I would say it was his little chickadee that was ghosted… as in pearly gates, harps and all that.

Nothing is wrong with you little bird.

Yeah … could be cats … or many other various and sundry things … but just remember, you can pick your friends and you can pick your nose … you know ….

I heard her say you were cheap cheap!

On the Blog #FB00868:  That’s quite a collection of ads: heroin and alcohol for baby (Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup), beer for mother and child, Thorazine for Grandpa, and vitamin-enriched cereal for your manic pixie dream girl.

Also re the Blog:

…Seafood by mail?…

…I always thought Josephine Baker smoked Lucky Strikes®…

…I honestly have never seen a diaper that looked like a B-29…

…When was it actually legal to advertise Thorazine “for prompt control of Grandpa’s senile agitation”?

Cats! Cats are for the birds.

(No birds were harming in the creation of this Comment. I’m too lame for that….)

Peanuts are for the blue jays.