Well here we are again, only post-op this time with Moni and her anatomy that seems to be consuming me every time I get near a golf course. We all know that Clyde has caused untold numbers of golfers to suffer with the yips, ( I mean the woofs) especially me. I thought with his demise that I no longer had to fear approaching any green with my putter but now I am not so sure. Upon approaching a green shortly after her surgery, there, lurking in the background was this very nice looking feline. As I got closer I could hear it slowly purring and meowing something, but what really got my attention was what she had in her paws! In one paw, there it was, the poor departed Clyde, swinging slowly, in the other paw as I looked closer, I was filled with dread, for it was a bloodied hatchet! We now know how the poor departed Clyde met his demise, it was not in the operating room but before ever reaching the operating room with a quick whack of the hatchet and he was gone. It was then that I realized who we are now dealing with Moni and her new anatomy, it is Molly, "Molly Hatchet". It became even clearer to me when I realized what she was purring and meowing, for it was "Flirtin with Disaster" . This is one woman to be now taken very seriously, Laurie if I were you I would suggest the witness protection program! I know that I am safe to return to my golf game, thankfully, for she purred to me that I no longer need to fear the woofs.
P.S. The contents of this posting contain no facts or fiction, especially facts, for Molly speaks the truth and nothing but the truth. Hugs