Wednesday, 13 June 2018

13th June 2018 news update

13th June 2018,

well the  cat food arrived so Totoro our cat was happy. I put Sweet Sixteen on Amazon today as well.

And you've guessed it the Pain Monster came out to play, just as I was hoping to avoid new pain medicines. So after most of the day in pain, I'm thinking of them in a different light.

I removed 1800 pieces of writing from this site, you had 2 weeks to read them, so now instead you can buy them.
 https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC

Both my daughters have tests tomorrow, then Peace will break out. As for my wife she has a fancy dinner to attend, while I have babysitting duties with our teenagers.

I spotted a figure of 7,000,000 people in UK with Arthritis Pain etc, so I am one in 7,000,000

I put the Totoro story on today, because the cat food arrived, hope you liked it.


It could be turned into a Cartoon too, in The Snowman mold.

If only Nick Park the animator read my stuff, I could end up with an Oscar too, perfect for smashing nuts at Christmas.

p.s.Hello to Slovakia too










The Bad Cat That Wasn't


The Bad Cat That Wasn’t ©

By Michael Casey

Totoro wasn’t a bad cat even though his owner thought she was, it was just that she got fed up of being a house cat, house cats led a boring life. It was nice being fed and having a nice litter tray by the back door, but Totoro wanted to see what was behind the back door. So she plotted to escape and have a look around the neighbourhood, she was allowed upstairs and down stairs and in the lady’s chamber, and if there was an attic or even a cellar she’d be allowed to go there too. But that was not enough for Totoro.
Totoro wanted to talk to the other cats and annoy that dog that lived over the hedge. She had watched all the goings on in the neighbourhood, but that was just through the window, she wanted to join in and be part of it. Cat tv was no good, she wanted to be part of the action. One day her owner Miss Lump who was rather plumb left the bathroom window open to let the steam out. Only the cat got out too, Miss Lump who was a teacher had lost her cat, though some of her students thought she was a witch who rode on a broomstick with a cat.
Miss Lump did not notice as she was busy making harder and harder maths tests for her Year8 students, they would thank her for it in the future, even if they called her Witch behind her back, or other words that rhythmed with Witch. In the morning Miss Lump heard a noise it was Totoro asking to be let in, Totoro was sitting on the porch canopy beneath Miss Lump’s bedroom window. Miss Lump was surprised to see her cat there, but she realised she needed to allow Totoro some freedom.
From that night onwards she kept her bedroom window half open, so Totoro could come and go as she pleased. Miss Lump did have a metal baseball bat under her bed just in case any burglars came along, she was 110kilos and knew how to swing a bat. Despite her size she was still pretty as she had red hair and a very nice smile, when she wasn’t setting maths tests for her students.
So Totoro became a night shift cat, coming and going as he pleased, she went to see the nasty dog first of all, she jumped out of the hedge straight onto the dog’s back, from that night onwards the neighbourhood slept better. This was the first miracle Totoro performed. Totoro visited the old ladies of the neighbourhood and tested their milk for them, just to make sure it was good enough for them. She didn’t want any of the old ladies to drink bad milk after all, she soon became the official milk tester for 4 old ladies.
Totoro spent more and more time away from her home and Miss Lump, but Miss Lump knew Totoro was ok so she did not worry. Totoro still managed to come back and finish his food and use his litter. Totoro may travel far and wide but she always poohed at home.
A little boy had come to the neighbourhood, he never went out to play, Totoro went to see him, Totoro looked at him through his window, for some reason the child slept downstairs with a bottle and wires connected. Totoro did not know what they were, maybe he was part Gerbil, he had a bottle and wires. If Totoro could speak he’d ask Miss Lump to explain.
One evening Totoro sneaked into the boy’s house to see him, the boy’s face was so pale and white, he had spilt some milk on his clothes, Totoro jumped on his lap and started licking the milk up. As he was licking the milk up, the boy smiled and laughed, his mother heard the laughter and came to see what was happening. To hear her son laugh was such joy for his mother, her son was sick so very sick.
Totoro became a regular visitor to Tomas’s house, Totoro had his regulars, Totoro was a travelling cat who was there to be stroked and loved by everywhere in the neighbour. Totoro seemed to know that Tomas needed him more than the rest, so she just moved in. She loved sleeping at the bottom of Tomas’s bed, and Totoro loved her too, she purred like a taxi when he stroked her.
Tomas’s mom rang the phone number on Totoro’s collar, Miss Lump understood, and when she discovered Tomas was in Year8 she shed a tear, he’d never finish all the maths test she set for her children. And Tomas never did, 3 months later he died on a Tuesday morning, still stroking Totoro, in her sorrow and pain Tomas’s mother rang to share the sad news with Miss Lump.
Miss Lump went to school and passed out the test papers, as the Year8 children did the biggest and hardest maths test of their lives Miss Lump sat there crying. The children looked up from their test papers and immediately they loved Miss Lump to death, they tried their hardest because they loved her. After the test was over Miss Lump explained about Totoro and Tomas, then it was the turn of the children to cry. A cat may have 9 lives but we only have one said Miss Lump, then they all cried together.
Tomas left a legacy all of Miss Lump’s maths group decided to live a bit for him as he didn’t have a chance to finish his life. In fact the maths group became the most brilliant maths group ever.  Tomas’s funeral was so sad with lots of children in attendance, Totoro’s friends also came as they all shared him and so they should be there for Tomas too.
Tomas went straight to Heaven, he was met by Saint Martin de Porres who handed him a cat, the cat looked exactly like Totoro. Had Totoro exchanged one of her lives so Totoro would not be lonely in Heaven. I don’t know, we’ll have to ask Saint Martin de Porres when we get there, if we are good.
Now there is evil in the world, now though Totoro was safe in Heaven with Tomas, here on earth there is evil. One night a burglar who had been looking around the area for somewhere to steal noticed Miss Lump’s open bedroom window. So with a hop and a skip he was in her bedroom. Luckily for Miss Lump Totoro and her 8 remaining lives was fast asleep at the bottom of her bed.
Totoro leapt and scratched the burglar’s face, the thief threw Totoro and Totoro landed on a tin of paint which Miss Lump had been using to touch up the paint in her bedroom. Miss Lump awoke to see an uninvited man in her bedroom. So she reached for her baseball bat and battered the thief till he fell out her bedroom window, breaking an arm and a leg.
Miss Lump looked at Totoro, she had saved her, though now Totoro was covered in paint. Tomas watching from Heaven begged Saint Martin de Porres to save Totoro’s life, even if it meant Totoro lost another one of his lives. Saint Martin de Porres smiled, he had a soft spot for animals after all, Miss Lump was desperate for a Vet to save her cat.
The Police came to take the burglar away, via hospital and an emergency RSPCA Vet arrived too. Covered in paint was a terrible thing for a cat, but Miss Lump wanted her cat to live. Several of Totoro’s other owners arrived all the noise of police and ambulance had woken them up. They did not care what it cost they would all chip in. Totoro had spread so much love they just had to thank her.
So Totoro lost another life, but the Vet gained a wife. Totoro was shaved and had to wear a cone to stop her from licking herself and the poisonous paint, but with love and care and despite the lack of hair she would survive.
The Vet’s name was Tomas Martin, no I’m not lying, his name was Tomas Martin. He immediately fell in love with Miss Lump, and he just loved maths too, multiplication was his absolute favourite. They went on to have 7 children the same number as lives Totoro had left.

 https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC













Launch Day

Launch Day ©

By Michael Casey

Well it’s 13th June 2018 and as I wait for the cat food to arrive I’ve decided to launch this my 16th book, Sweet Sixteen, its under 93,000 words, I won’t wait till I hit 100,000 before inflicting it on you. So in 5 months I’ve produced another set of tales, I hope you like them all. I still bore you all with moans about my pain, I wish I could stop but sadly I recognise pain is the cuckoo that’ll follow me, so ignore my shadow, if I were Peter Pan I could try and lose it.

Michael Casey

IT’S ON AMAZON

 https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=sweet+sixteen+by+michael+casey



p.s. 17 Again will be the next book, probably ready by Christmas 2018


Tuesday, 12 June 2018

Getting a Needle



Getting a Needle ©
By
Michael Casey

Today North Korea got an injection of Trump, which may or may not result in North Korea becoming the new Miami, though as silly as it sounds if you Google you will see that the North Korean countryside is so beautiful. Today also saw me rearranging the deliver of cat food, its cheaper if you buy in bulk, so that I could meet my small daughter at the doctors where she would have a needle. The needle being Tetanus, this protects from outside cuts and grazes, bacteria in the earth can lead to really bad infections. As my daughter is doing her Bronze Duke of Edinburgh walk soon she has to be all up to date on her inoculations.

When I grew up we’d splash disinfectant straight from the bottle over any cuts we got while climbing over the garden fences, that was our protection. They say that the youth of today have no immunity from anything as they have sterile, safe wipe lives. You try getting a massive splinter in your finger and screaming to mum, who’d head for the sewing basket, then armed with a large needle would put your hand in an armlock, just like a wrestler, before attacking you with a needle. Many screams later the splinter was removed and you were dropped by Kendo Nagasaki, mum left triumphant to sew the chicken with the same needle, you’d head upstairs to squeeze the blood out and splash the disinfectant.

Our garden fences were none of these effeminate panels, our garden fences were made from floorboards. Mum had actually gone begging around all the building sites and the boards were dumped in our garden. Then dad and mum sunk concrete posts and made cross supports, then the floorboards were nailed on. We had had a massive storm and that’s how dad and mum had fixed them. My job was to paint them in brown evil smelling creosote, my green jumper stunk for months afterwards because I’d splashed creosote on it.

I did have my my own needle when I was a child, the booster injection when I was 4 or so. Being me I kicked and punched the doctor, so that the needle bent in my arm, little did I know that I’d have so many needles and blood tests in my life. I suppose the doctor must have cursed the little child. I do know of one person whose CB handle is NeedleMan, but that was then and this is now.

You can needle somebody too, you annoy them so much they punch you, and they will say, is the needle stuck, as you repeat yourself. If you are young you may not know about needles and records, and fluff on needles. One of the first things I bought when I went to work was a record player, it cost £30 and I used to play all my LPs on it. I had it for 10 years I think before splurging on a fancy Technics HiFi. This is what boys waste their money on, hifi to listen to music on. And no I don’t have any fancy hifi now. Marriage means getting the needle from your wife so you don’t spend any money on yourself, just her and the kids.

A marriage sews two people together, for richer or poorer etc, but it beats being all alone. You may needle each other, and say change the record or is the needle stuck. But it is far better than being alone, or so the other half always nags you. Sometimes you have to burst each others’ bubbles with a needle and the splash of reality slaps your face.

Then she goes back to darning your socks, forgetting to tidy up afterwards, so you sit on a needle and jump up screaming like Shrek. So she has to calm you down as she laughs her head off, so she removes your trousers and wipes your bare arse before kissing it through her tears of laughter.Your neighbours wonder what is going on as you never close your curtains. Nine months later, and after the neighbours close their curtains, little Nail is born, and all because you sat on a needle. Not only rich men can go through the eye of a needle, but babies too.


  





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