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Camille: A good whopping
Posted on March 10, 2018 at 8:59 PM |
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Little neal Makes me Sick
Posted on October 27, 2017 at 6:56 PM |
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Camille in Christmas Ribbons
Posted on January 4, 2017 at 6:32 PM |
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Camille. Messin with Neal's mind
Posted on September 11, 2016 at 10:44 AM |
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Camille: I'm just saying...
Posted on July 1, 2016 at 12:02 PM |
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Audrey Catburn
Posted on March 8, 2016 at 2:14 PM |
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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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Neal's Blog: Don't Listen to Camille
Posted on December 5, 2015 at 2:01 PM |
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Camille's Blog - The Nucklehead and the Madhouse
Posted on December 4, 2015 at 11:23 AM |
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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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