By kiki
Yesterday afternoon, I heard a knocking on our bedroom sliding door (it faces the backyard). So I looked up from the book I was reading and saw that it was Mamas, James Brit Bulldog. And I could tell that she was one pissed-off Brit. So I asked her, "What's wrong, Mija?" (yes, I literally talk to our furry kids, and they figuratively converse with me.) 'My human threw me out of the house because his other bitch, Meg2, wanted to come in from the cold, "That's cold, Mija, so I don't blame you for being pissed, but you can stay with me as long as you want." She gowled a few chosen words '^*#bitch#*^, woof!' The two homegirls have a distinct dislike for each other, and I have a feeling that if James doesn't have them smoke the peace pipe, it will not end well for one of them, and I would hate to see that because I love them both dearly. I told Connie about my conversation with Mamas, and she suggested I ask Beto to talk to both homegirls. "That's a brilliant idea, Babe; I can sell tickets for such a meet. I'll ask Beto as soon as he is out of rehab." I can hardly wait! lol!!
