Lika’s Log

I don’t have grandkids but I have a grandkitty, well he’s a grandcat now. His name is Jamaal. He’s not muslim, he’s not black, he’s not ghetto, he’s a cat. When I heard what his name was I asked all those questions.

He was little but I guess he’s more then a year old now and he’s a house cat. When he was little he jumped off of something, fell & he broke his leg. What kine cat dat? They tried to get it set and what not but he kept taking off da splint. He healed all right but he get one crooked leg.

My sista da castlady said he has displacia or something technical la dat. Crooked leg. She said he will also end up with arthritis as he gets older. Don’t we all. lol

For some strange reason this cat sits up against the wall or on one of the dining room chairs with his back staight up and his tail sticking out in front. He looks like one Buddah.

See his eyes….really slanted yeah. He looks oriental-ish. My son said “its not oriental its Asian; oriental is a vase.” Humbug kids. Orient. Oriental. Asian form Asia. The orient is Asia. Asia is da orient. But I digress… I call Jamaal; Jamaal-san. The kids call him Jah-jah.

He loves to go into boxes and bags. On stuff you doing. I had to cut netting into 10 feet lengths, for runners for the wedding. I had to do 18 of’em. Instead of measuring measuring. I just layed out the one sample piece on the and used that as a guide. Jamaal be sitting on it and I just go right ova him. We were wrapping presents and stuff and he’d crawl into da bag.

The night before the wedding I get a call at 11:30pm. My daughter starts to tell that they are in crisis mode. Major crisis just happened. Like what? The wedding veil was hanging in the closet and Jamaal-san saw it. The edge of the veil had sparka-lees; sequence & beads. Either the veil fell off the hanger & it was on the floor or he swiped at it and it ended on the floor - either way; da veil had lost about 3 inces of beading & had puka. It sounded serious on da phone. But in person, was mi-nah. No biggee. In fact you couldn’t even see it unless you were standing right next to it or had it in your hand. So happens one of the friends has “museum restoration skills” and fixed it. My idea was glue, tacky glue; it dries clear. Da “puka” was da size of a small pearl. With the layers & pleats you couldn’t even see it.

This Jamaal in the box I made to put a wedding present in. He had to baptise it first.

His Grandpa calls him “brokenleg.” Eh, Brokenleg! Dat cats name is; Jamaal-san Jah-jah Broken Leg. Good Indian name yeah. *L*

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