The  Editor:   Why are there so many rats in the big cities, LL ?

Patrol Cat:   People are nasty.  If there is no food there would be no rats.

The Congress, War Criminals Bush 41, Bush 43, and Obama spent 15 TRILLION DOLLARS on fake wars and nothing on infra-structure.  They all should be sent to a beach location, GITMO.

It’s so bad that people can’t have a good time.



Have a productive MLK Day.


The Editor:   What about the ball game, LL ?

College Football Cat:   It was a great game, it even went into overtime.  That’s all you can ask for.  Here is one person’s analysis of the game.  He went from a mistreated kid to an analyst.

Here are some changes that makes me wonder what has been going on for the last 25  ( twenty-five ) years.


Because that is how Mama done it….



I’ll bet most teen aged girls, at one time or another, thought their Mother was a pain in the Gluteus Maximus. I did. The things Mama told me, often times, made no sense at all. When she told me the end pieces of a loaf bread were the most healthy, that sounded strange to me. I just knew at the time she wanted me to eat the end piece because no one else would…or she didn’t want it….or she did not want to throw it away…or some other stupid reason. How could it possibly be healthier for me? I was not eating it….in fact, I did not even eat that old crust around my peanut butter or tomato and mayonnaise sandwiches.

The other “Totally Stupid” rule was that I had to peel potatoes, cut them up, cover them in water and put them in the refrigerator the night before she cooked them on the following day. I can guarantee you when I asked her why I had to cut them the night before, (and I am sure I did) she would have said, “because they have to soak.” I can also guarantee you that, she would have told me they had to be covered in water so they would not turn black. You can be very sure that my questions were often answered with, “because I said so” or “that is how Mama done it.” I was welcome to think to myself that both were stupid reasons…but you can bet you sweet gluteus maximus, I had better sense than to say it aloud. So…I obeyed the Mama rules…until I was grown, then I created my own, new and improved, set of rules.

Rules are changed as we grow older because of something we call ‘progress.’ Mc Donald’s and microwaves are big symbols of progress. You can still “have progress your way at Burger King.”

It always amazes me when I read information released today that proves Mama’s methods and facts of fifty four years ago. A few moments ago, I found this health fact: Soak Potatoes Before Cooking…..Potatoes contain an amino acid called asparagine that, when exposed to high heat, changes into acrylamide, a neurotoxin. Acrylamide binds to the ends of our axons, making it tougher for brain cells to communicate with one another. Water protects asparagine, so soaking potatoes for 15 to 30 minutes before cooking them can stop it from transforming into acrylamide. Drain the potatoes and blot them dry before cooking.

I found this one last week: In a 2002 German study, researchers found that the baking process produces a novel type of cancer-fighting antioxidant in bread that is eight times more abundant in the crust than in the crumb.

Rest assured that my Mama and her Mama never heard the words amino acid, asparagine, acrylamide or neurotoxin. They would not have known that they had axons or that acrylamide was binding to them. (I have no idea what they are, but I will after I google it.) They got their rules of cooking from previous generations who had somehow discovered that potatoes were healthier when they were water-infused.  Perhaps, in the even older days, they cooked potatoes fresh from harvest when they would have been moist and as a result were smart enough to soak the older potatoes.

By the way, if you are over sixty, go and take a look at the old family pictures of your Grandparents and Parents when they were children and adults. How many fat people do you see?

Get back with me on that, will you? ……….Why?

Because I said so, that’s why.


Sheila Tolley