Bird food: Good enough to eat

Dearest Odyssians,

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Odies’ newest art collage. He thinks everyone in it looks damn tasty.
But he’ll have to stick with domestic raised chicken and turkey for now. Or whatever those white strips called meat are that come out of the can. I’ve tried to talk to him about becoming a vegetarian.  But he just smiled,  meowed that he’s a staunch meatatarian, and asked for more duck flavored treats.
When he starts losing his teeth,  maybe he’ll reconsider. Pls don’t send him any mail letting him know I changed the end of this blog without his permission…

Hugs,
O and om.

Hugs,  O and om

Quodies : let your freak flag fly

Dearest Odyssians,

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Being the best you that you can be is a full time job.  If you’re following your destiny, you will have no time to be anyone other than yourself.

When you Fly your true weird strange unique freak flag, you meet the all right weird strange unique true freak people.

Hugs,  O and om.

Quodies : we don’t do mornings – and neither should you.

Dearest Odyssians,

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when the hammers started pounding away at the house being rehabbed next door at 8 am,  Odie said exactly what we (and Garfield cat)  were thinking.  We don’t do mornings.  Afternoons are so much better.

Odie thinks the day should start at twelve pm and end at 4 am.  I agree. I trained him that way. Now if only we could get the construction crew on board.

Hugs,
To artist and cat schedules everywhere, O and om.