This is not so much a blog as just a funny story. I hope it comes out as funny here as it does in the telling of it. I think one of these days I am going to have to get my act together and do a comedy routine at an open mic night or something. So anyway, this story come up as the roommate and I were walking dogs and she was talking about mailmen and the dogs - how it is to be expected as dogs are territorial and the mailman is constantly warned and continues to invade.
Long long ago in a neighborhood right here in Lexington, I lived in a townhouse. The townhouse was occupied by several, including myself and my cat named Abraham. There were others, both a two legged and a couple of other four legged ones, but they are not really part of the story.
For those very few who are reading here, that may recall Abraham you know his personality, but those that do not a brief history. He was a humane society adoptee that I was given as a present. He was mostly Read more…
