My Cardboard Balcony

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Dear Feline Fanatics by Belinda Roddie To say you own a cat is inaccurate. You do not own the cat. The cat owns you. Sincerely, Someone who's pretending that they thought of this first

Spud Savior by Belinda Roddie When all else is lost to the endless ether: Potatoes.

Relentlessly by Belinda Roddie Relentlessly, I pushed my sore body against the winds and icy whips of snow that lashed like serpents' hot tongues against me. My city was dark, as there had been no electricity running on the grid since Tuesday. All I wanted was to get home to my wife and children. As I slid around on ice, I made with God a bet that if He spared me, I'd return to church at least once (I just couldn't guarantee a regular recurrence). Each bone hurt in my body, and through the agony, I saw shadows ling'ring along my porch. My wife caught me as I fell near her torch.

Feline Good by Belinda Roddie Having trouble carrying on a conversation? Bring forth the cat!

I've Got You by Belinda Roddie Here we are, warm and intimate, your head tipped into the comforting dip of my cross stitched lap. Our embroidery is impeccable - silver and blue, red and gold. And at night, if you look closely, you can see constellations threading needles between our gazes.

No Empathy by Belinda Roddie Rush Limbaugh is dead. I thought he was pro-life. Byeeeee!