prune picker

This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. (91) I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, music, and civic events. I am writing my memoirs. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Patches the cat.

Patches came out of the woods a couple months ago. She was known as the the cat out of the woods. Katie gave her the name Patches. A good name. She is sort of mottled. She is so homely that she is cute.


Patches has had quite a life so far. She showed up pregnant. Then she showed up with a huge bite out of her leg and two kittens. (Did the biter kill the rest of her litter?) Then one of the two went missing. Poor Patches.

Patches and I have adopted each other. She greets me when I get out of my car or step out of my trailer. We hang out in the gazebo. After she sits on my lap and lets me pet her, I feed her. I like to think that she likes me for myself and not just the food.






You can see that sometimes she hangs on to my knees. Notice the blood on the knee in the picture. I love Patches and am willing to bleed for her.








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