Fluffy

We moved to Edgewater Maryland when I was in the 2nd grade_it was an awesome place which I will go into later.
Mom went down into our basement and saw a mouse--that was that---she went straight to a little country store and asked if they had any traps--the proprietor said no mamn but we have this--and he lifted a beautiful kitten above the counter--and mom said I'll take her-and she brought the cat home to me and my brother--and we named her Fluffy--she was our first pet and a great cat.
I loved that cat--and she had great skills as well--when she wanted out she rattled the door knob to the porch--she just climbed up on the chair and started whacking that crystal knob with her paw and we let her out.
She followed us everywhere--if we climbed trees --she climbed trees-if we sat under the huge scotch pine tree to avoid the rain Fluffy was right there with us. We used to watch Fluffy stalk birds--she was an awesome hunter--one day I saw her playing under a tree at the far end of the property--she was batting something around-----I wish I hadn't run there so fast to see what she had--I stooped down to her before I looked--it was a snake which startled me bad--just a garter snake but--I have never had a great love for snakes.
Fluffy was very athletic and a good looking cat---she was white with gray and black markings--just an average cat--but a member of our family.
She had her first kittens in the closet of Mom and Dads bedroom---during a showing on Disney about cats and kittens---Fluffy was a great mom---and took such care of her babies--we were lucky to find homes for them.
Her second group of kittens she had on a shelf in the stairwell to the basement--mom had put down some soft material for her--she had 4 that lived and 2 that died---that was sad--and further more mom couldn't find homes for them and called the S.P.C.A and I cried my eyes out because I thought they would be killed--
When Fluffy had her first kittens she was very protective of them--as she was with all her kittens and she didn't want any dogs in our yard--If one did come she would climb the trellice by the back porch and leap from above onto their backs clawing them out of the yard--it was very terrifying to the dogs--we thought it was something that she would only do when she had kittens-----WRONG--she liked it so much--she continued the practice even when she didn't have kittens.
My moms parents/our Grandparents had two dogs which all us Grand Kids had grown up with--their names were Rusty and Chico---well one Friday Grandad came with the dogs and asked us to watch them while they went away on a trip--I thought the dogs were in danger because of Fluffy and her hatred of dogs----WRONG again--she seemed to know they were in the family--and was shy at first and then got in and played with them and rolled around on the floor with them and slept beside them---thank goodness they were buddies.
We had Fluffy for the 5 years in Edgewater Maryland--and when dad got a job offer in Orlando Florida it was time to make moving arrangements--
Dad had to fly a plane down to Orlando for his cousin who had purchased it--his cousin also was the person who hired him for the Martin Company---------------------continued later the Codge

I started hearing rumblings about sex in elementary school--enough to peak my interest and in 7th grade I was not too knowledgeable to say the least. There was a brainiac kid who I ask--how would a person learn about sex--and he suggested the encyclopedia--thank you friend--I learned a lot--and then I went to Methodist Youth Camp and there was a book called The Facts of Life and Love--and that filled in the blanks and our Church Youth group was actually taken to an old Mansion that Al Capone used to own-in Daytona Beach and they showed movies to the boys and girls about sex and babies.After that I relied on Playboy Penthouse and word of mouth---but NO --my parents never gave the talk--but practically every date I ever went on, mom would say--be a gentleman--I don't won't anyone coming to my door saying their daughter was pregnant---yes mom!!

The First Time

The first time I was kissed by a girl was on the playground in elementary school-she did a kiss and run--I told my buds, dumb girl but said it with a smile on my face.
The first time I kissed a girl was when I was 14--I was a cadet in the Civil Air Patrol and we had a hayride--and my date was a wonderful girl named Joan, slim and shy and very sweet--we made out in the hay and it was so nice,her lips were like sugar and the feeling was something I had never felt before.
My first date was when I was 13, a girl scout dance--my best friend Nancy was the scout and her mother called my mother and ask if I could es-court their daughter to the dance--It was so exciting but also scary cause I could not dance---Nancy was my best friend and to this day my oldest friend--I have known her since 2nd grade---and she will be a future story--called The Black Haired Girl----Nancy spent the 6 weeks leading up to the dance--teaching me how to dance--and we also practiced me coming to the door and greeting her parents and me pulling her chair at the table and me opening the door to the car to let her in and having small talk etc.--preparation, preparation preparation---The end result was----We Won the Jitterbug Contest, The Stroll contest and got second in the Continental and after that I started looking at my best friend and fishing buddy in a different way
but we moved after that --from Maryland to Florida and I lost track of my best friend for the next 43 years--until I found her a few years ago--I got to tell her what her friendship had meant to me and we are now in communication again, me and my Little Black haired girl.
There were a lot of first times and most are very memorable--The first time driving,flying,making love-and the first funeral and memorial service,the first time being dumped,speaking to an audience--etc---many evoke strong feelings --felt for the first time.
This my first time Blogging and I have enjoyed sharing my thoughts and reading yalls. The Codge

I basically grew up a goody two shoes, with very strict parents--so when I got in trouble in 2nd grade for pulling a girls hair and daydreaming--you would have thought it was the end of the world--the girl hit me with a book first---and day dream I did--my mind a million miles away--I was in the worse reading group and the worst writing group--and had to go to special classes cause I could not pronounce my SSS'S-properly--and as often as I type words backwards probably had dislexia all these years as well.The spin I put on it is--if I am dislectic and still passed maybe I was really almost a genius.
I bring up all this cause I was so good--I didn't want to disappoint my parents--I was actually petrified to fail--The failing started early--I had to take a test to see if I could go into first grade at age 6--because of the way my birthday fell--well they put me in a setting with other kids and because I wouldn't play house with the girls--and preferred to draw airplanes by myself--they told my parents I didn't mix well and would have to wait till I was 7 to start 1st grade--I still remember the hurtful thing my dad said about it--he said"Gloria,that boy is not going to amount to a hill of beans"--He was darn near right--but at least my boys have because I didn't make such statements about them-just stressed you can be anything you want to be--and they are all doing fantastic---more later Codger

You can get an education,wear quality cloths,be taught manners,go to church and try to live right--conduct yourself as a gentleman and show respect to others--work hard,save for the future--try to be a model citizen--on and on--a work in progress--but there is another side not seen--the realm behind your eyes-and held in secret by your brain--a dark side--full of urges and fire- and cunning--the chamber where the beautiful woman you have just seen is stripped as she walks-thrown around like a rag doll onto the fires of lust--analyzed-rotated, judged-rated kept or discarded in the secret chamber no one knows about--and that is just one thought in one second of a mans day.
They say men think about sex 7/800 times a day--believe it--secret thoughts mostly--while they are saying hi how are ya-are really thinking nice ass---great breast--I'de like to grab that little waist and pull her into my fantasy.

I wonder if people know that they are being scrutinized every second they are in view--even from a distance away--silently --categorized-and filed away--if a tree falls in the forest if no one hears it--did it fall? Same with the comment ummmm ummmm nice coming from the drivers side of the car at the light-watching the office girl hurry back to work at lunch time.
The mind is so fast-----and the silent thoughts we process daily would fill a lot of computers--hot adventure--stark terror--judgements--plans--scenarios--anticipation--visual gratification--what do they say--Eye candy.
Mostly these thoughts remain locked away--silent-a movie in our minds eye--sometimes if you watch the eyes you can read the soul--they are a tell---a gentleman--maybe--a man--for sure. The Codge