in the midst of emergency i take a moment to do a peace dove photo with mister. penny cat refused her breakfast, a true sign of inner distress. i went to get mister, oh the traffic, you can get run over by autopilots dropping kids at lab or autopilots in angry commutation. just to get across the street alive is a good trick. an orange cat in distress at home peeing blood and an orange monster in the white supremacist house murdering by drone from his golf cart and pissing acid blood from his squinty q-t ring-tanned eyes. the extremes of animate life in dire emergency. isn't he so cute with his pulsing anus mouth of empire burbling lies like bloody oil? turn the sound off and write your own script. if only he didn't have to destroy life on earth, if only he was only a television villain.
anyway r. to the rescue and i only have to get the panny cat in the crate and down to the street. the appearance of the cat crate made an anxious jasper cat cringe in the dark recess of the bedroom closet. i'm finally getting breakfast in america, and the dove of peace is in my left jacket pocket. 
cat updat. i couldn't get penny cat in the crate, but she's now at the vet, and jasper cat is still in hiding.