Moving Out

It`s been a good run for me here at Damnfarm but lately it hasn`t been fun, the Bozo cutting back on the Jim Beam has taken all the fun out of living here. When I first arrived, it was a laugh a minute, what you rednecks would call a "Hoot". The Bozo would play a lot of Rolling Stones and Pink Floyd on the stereo, wolf down one Jimmy after another, act like an idiot, and hand out Bonkers like there was no tommorow. All I had to do was wait for him to crash, then I`d have my cat friends in. We`d have Friskies and Bonkers, scratch the furniture, shed fur , and pee on the carpet. We laughed and laughed. I thought I had landed in tomcat heaven. All the other cats would say "Buster you`ve got the world by the bag", and they were right but things have changed. Now the Bozo limps around the farm and complains about how his legs hurt, gotten tight as the bark on a tree with the Bonkers. Worst of all I have to listen to Frank Sinatra while he has coffee, no more cat bashes here either. I`ve been invited to go live in a "Cathouse" by one of the Bozos` friends from the escort service. I`m gonna` give it two more weeks here before I give my notice, so I`m committed to one more month here at Damnfarm, so don`t be surprised if my next post is a bit late.