Quincy:
I was despondent.
I didn’t know where to turn.
Even Fat Mousie (in front of radiator) couldn’t cheer me up.
I was about to climb back into the bottle,
when my brother brought me back.
Samson:
See, you don’t need the liquor, Quincy.
Just sit on the table with me
and stare at Dad until he gives you treats.
Quincy:
Wow, Samson, you’re right!
I don’t need the Everclear.
What I really need is a handful of Temptations.
And if Dad doesn’t give them to me,
it’ll be on his conscience
if I fall off the wagon.
Samson:
Now, you’re getting the picture.
Let’s take a nap.
Quincy:
Good idea.
Suburban Hobo 
Cat intervention: Scooby just sprayed my VHS tape collection on the bottom row of the bookcase. Things returning to normal. Everyone has an opinion.
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Oh no!
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No academy award winners there. . . .
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Am I really ever going to watch “Aladdin” again?
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Never seen it.
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PURRR…FECT! When life gives you shit…have a treat and take a nap. Whatever was bothering you, will disappear for at least a little while.
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Oh, if treats worked. I’m stuck with three needy cats, each one an emotional black hole. “Pet me, pet me pet meeeee!”
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Haha. All’s meow that ends meow.
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