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Camille: A good whopping

Posted on March 10, 2018 at 8:59 PM

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We just watched Mr. Trump speak in Pennsylvania. He dissed women, of course. He needs a good whopping, in the head.

Little neal Makes me Sick

Posted on October 27, 2017 at 6:56 PM

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Little Neal just makes me sick. He was never nice to me, not never, not from the beginning when I first came. He would bow up and strut around and in general act like a jerk, and then sometimes he would jump on me. So now, I'm not really interested in being friends.

Camille in Christmas Ribbons

Posted on January 4, 2017 at 6:32 PM

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I'm Camille. We had a great Christmas, but I could do without the jokes.

Camille. Messin with Neal's mind

Posted on September 11, 2016 at 10:44 AM

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It's me. Camille. Mom and dad left us again. When they leave lil Neal gets weirded out. He comes downstairs and gets underneath the blanket on the sofa. He wants to be near me but he doesn't want to admit it.

I like to tell him mom and dad had big suitcases. That they're going to be gone for months. I know. But I like messing with his mind (such as it is).

Camille: I'm just saying...

Posted on July 1, 2016 at 12:02 PM

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Hey. It's me, Camille. I live with the bonehead (Lil' Neal). I just want you to know, he gets away with murder. They let him do everything. He thinks he owns the second floor, all to himself. He gets bent out of shape if I even go up there. I just let him have his way most of the time. it's easier. But sometimes, I whop him in the head, just so he remembers who's who.

One time when mom and dad were gone for the afternoon, I phoned a taxi to come and get Neal and take him to the Humane Society, but the little numbskull got freaked out when the doorbell rang. Besides I would have gotten in trouble. Mom would have been hysterical.

We can do without him. Things would be just great if he were gone and I was the only cat. I'm just saying...

Audrey Catburn

Posted on March 8, 2016 at 2:14 PM

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It's Camille.

I never get to post because the little dunderhead, Neal, is always on the computer. Also, he thinks the second floor is his and he doesn't want me up here. But, I have my ways.

Mom's obsessed with the election and she and Neal are always arguing about something. Neal's such a blockhead he thinks a cat's running. Not that a cat (or some cats) aren't smart enough, but we'd have a hard time staying awake long enough to run the free world. It's just all too exhausting.

Spring's started here and all the azaleas are back in our yard. Mom filled up the feeders and there are lots of cardinals to look at.

I'd better go before the numskull finds me on the computer. Oh, Mom likes to call me "Audrey Catburn." I'm not sure what it means exactly. She says I walk like some actress who died before I was born.

I'd better.

Camille Quotes Reagan

Posted on December 9, 2015 at 9:13 PM

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It's me Camille. Just look at our house. That' my window there, the big one. My bed is just inside that window and I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING. The squirrels and the possums are going wild, unsupervised and I can't see. This is never going to end.

I'm just going to quote Ronald Reagan. "Mr. Menendez take down this plastic."

Mom says I have to tell you Mr. Menendez is the contractor.

I"m going to sleep.

Neal's Blog: Don't Listen to Camille

Posted on December 5, 2015 at 2:01 PM

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That' me, Little Neal, on the sailboat, ready to go. The workers are back. Dad and I tried to go out the front door - plastic. We tried to go out the back door - plastic. We're trapped in here with them pounding away on the outside of the house.

Mom can't do anything but watch television - somebody shot a lot of other people.

Oh, by the way, don't listen to Camille. She thinks she knows everything.

Camille's Blog - The Nucklehead and the Madhouse

Posted on December 4, 2015 at 11:23 AM

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Hi. I'm Camille. I live in the house with the nucklehead poster, Little Neal.

He knows nothing. He's never lived outside. He's never lived on the street. I have. He wouldn't last out there for an hour.

I used to bring home baby snakes. That's how tough I am. So, don't listen to him.

But, things are crazy here. First, the workers have put a piece of plastic over my window. MY WINDOW.

Mom put a coffee table right in the window and put a big fluffy pillow on top of it. That's where I sleep. That's where I monitor all the squirrels and critters in the yard. Now, I can't see shit. And to make matters worse, Estella, the housekeeper, comes and puts chemicals all over the floor and stinks the place up, and then she puts my kitty scratches on top of my pillow and I can barely squeeze in to sleep.

I don't know what they (the parents) are thinking about. Why hire people to do this? The house was fine before.

It's a madhouse around here. The nucklehead is right about that. But, not about anything else.

don't listen to him. Wait for my posts.

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