Baby Gizmo

This is Gizmo. She’s my “model” for my hats for cats portion of this blog. My family raised her since she was two days old. She was born on April 17th, 2013 behind a shed next to my Nana’s house. We don’t know if her mother abandoned her and her two siblings who didn’t make it or if she passed away 😿 which I hope not but my Nana told my mom she heard kittens crying so, naturally we rescued the kittens.

We had her in a pet taxi with the heater on because she was too young to keep her body heat stable on her own. We fed her KMR every two hours and would be sure to stimulate her so she can go potty. She was too small to drink from a bottle at the time which is why we used a dropper to feed her. I can still remember seeing her ears twitch when she’d feed.

Now she’s big and spoiled. Everyone loves her. 😸 She’s a bratty cat, too but she’s part of the family. I remember when I was in the early months of my pregnancy, she’d lay on my belly like she knew there was someone growing inside of me. Pets aren’t just pets; they’re family. 😸

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“La Lechuza”

I’ve never encountered one, thankfully but my Nana said she had back in the day during her youth so this would be back in the 1950’s. I plan on drawing one and telling her story the best I can; she’s not physically with us anymore so I’ll go off of memory. Be on the lookout for my drawing of La Lechuza.


Terror In The Trees: Did Abuela Warn You About La Lechuza?

No Ogres, Please (poem)

Ugly ogre

Very vulgar

Very rude

Very crude

Kind of alarming

Not very charming

Must be insane

Feels no shame

For going incognito

To find about me though

So unnecessary

And also scary

That it will pursue

To find out about you

Pretend it’s a female

To get a detail

About who you are

Even if it’s far

It doesn’t understand

That you don’t want it to be your man

Because it is dense

You’ve got to be more intense

About denying

Even if it’s crying

Because no one wants an ogre

Who is too vulgar

To be at their side

Because it lied

Plus it’s hideous

And’ll make you furious

This is the end

Of my watchful friend.


This is just turning a bad experience into something good. About two years ago, a supposed friend who liked me created a fake profile and portrayed himself as a female to see if I liked him, which I didn’t. Before this happened, I saw a few red flags about what a creeper he was but I dismissed them and gave him the benefit of the doubt. He wasn’t attractive at all and really did resemble an ogre and was obscene.

All You (poem)

So many beautiful faces

In a room full of aces

But I only need one

For he’s the top gun

What a sight to see

As you’re dressed immaculately

Stellar is what you emit

And you’re the type to commit

You have me amazed

So much that I feel dazed

I can lose myself in your eyes

Because that’s where true beauty lies

Your walk is even captivating

And my heart is what you’re invading

You’re the definition of glorious

And being next to you has me feeling victorious

I’m happy to be at your side

Because with you, it’s a smooth ride

And since you occupy my heart space

There’s no need to run a race

Because I’ve already got the prize

When I look in your eyes

You’re everything and more

But mostly, you’re the one I adore.

You’re just what I needed

And together we’re completed.


I got inspired by seeing a bunch of handsome Marines walking around at my place of work and I just ended up turning it into a love poem. No, I’m not in love or feeling the euphoria when you’re in puppy love but everyone loves love, so why not make another poem about it. With so much negativity, let’s try to being in some positivity. I’m doing my part. 😊

How Unfortunate (poem)

When I first saw you, I didn’t think much

I just viewed you as “some guy” and such

Never did I think you’d have the touch.

A few weeks passed and I liked your personality

So I’d seek you out because I enjoyed your company

And then I knew you were the perfect best friend for me.

When I’d see you, I didn’t expect more than a hug

Even though I was bitten by the love bug

And it was a feeling I couldn’t just shrug.

When we first got together

Everything seemed perfect, even the weather

And I couldn’t fight my feelings, I was at the end of my tether.

As the months passed, what we had was rapidly fading

And the realization was soon invading.

Why did I let this happen when we weren’t even dating?

Then I had to bring you some news,

It was something you couldn’t easily excuse

But to be a part of it was something you chose to refuse.

Of course, your honesty made me sad

That you weren’t going to be there to be a dad

And all this trauma was driving me mad.

I wish things could’ve happened much differently

But then I wouldn’t have my daughter to love unconditionally

And that is the end of the “love” between you and me.

A Night of Terror (Poem)

I wake up in the middle of the night

Frightened, With the feeling of unease

I’m in total darkness waiting to see light

Because this fear is like a disease.

Going back to sleep is what I’m afraid to do

Because that is where I saw the scare;

It was running towards me but then it flew.

I couldn’t move, shocked instead and stood in it’s glare.

At that point I knew I was done

For the creature was right before me.

I stood there in shock, I couldn’t just run

And I knew this would end terribly.

But then I snapped out of it

Because this couldn’t be the end

I couldn’t just quit

And succumb to my evil “friend.”

That is the moment I awoke

But it felt so real

Why would my mind play such a cruel joke?

The mind is like it’s own world, so surreal.


I didn’t really dream this but I did have a creepy dream and woke up feeling scared. I guess you can say it was inspired by the fear I had waking up and the gargoyles my friends have told me they’ve spotted on the reservation.

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Mysterious Footprints in the Satellite

The place the workers at my job get their money for their duties is called “Satellite 123.” Only employees are allowed in that area and it’s attached to the cashier’s area (guests/ customers are allowed to go to the cashier’s, just not the satellite).

I’m sure you can imagine that there’s a lot of traffic that goes through the satellite since it’s a 24/7 establishment and there are tons of departments that make their way in and out of Satellite 123. Anyway, last April of 2017, a co-worker and I were in the satellite; I do believe we were both replenishing our banks when he asked “what’s that?”

I looked down to see those footprints. Yes, I enjoy entertaining the thought of there being things we cannot explain but I also like playing skeptic with these sorts of things. We’ve never seen them before and I tried cleaning the footprints away with an alcohol wipe but it didn’t go away. There were a few other partial footprints in that room, almost as if the person/thing the footprints belong to was dancing.

I wasn’t able to get more pictures of all the foot action; in fact, this isn’t my picture that I took, it is a superior’s image. Employees aren’t allowed to have their phone on them during work hours except for superiors being the exception.

Now, one can wonder a few things about those footprints. 1) Why are there bare feet prints when employees are dressed at all times? And 2) why won’t they go away? It is a small room but it must have like 15 cameras in there (not an exaggeration, since that’s where the money is at) surely one of those cameras would’ve caught an employee being barefoot in there yet no one’s heard of an employee being barefoot. And even then, it still didn’t answer why they won’t go away.

My place of work is notorious for having creepy stories as I’m sure you read the blog I typed up about the “Chonies” the other day. Hmm, I guess we’ll never know how those footprints got there.