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Sunday, November 25, 2007
Mighty Ben
More about cats: Ben is our very large Maine Coon Cat. He enjoys basking in the sun, especially out on the deck, in this cool
weather. Our dainty little cats, Max and Cuddles, who even combined don’t equal his weight, hiss and howl at him, chase, and
swipe him. He hasn’t yet realized his own subtle powers. Sometimes size doesn’t matter. It’s the attitude.
11:22 am est
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Fireside Chat
It’s cold outside, warm by the fire. Even warmer on the kitchen table where Larry has passed out, and barely notices this
camera in his face, taking pictures. Larry is nearly seventeen years old. He doesn’t drive, but he doesn’t mind going for
rides, as long as he has his comfort carrier to sleep in. You may notice a little tear in his ear. In his youth, Larry was
a fierce warrior, defending his territory with a swipe and a snap. Now he howls all night, trumpeting to some mysterious urge,
startling the sleep out of us all.
4:02 pm est
Friday, November 23, 2007
CDC ALERT
The fever is high
to buy buy buy—
the Consumeritis Pandemic is spreading.
Save yourself now.
Do what you can.
Take every available precaution.
With no reliable vaccine,
stay out of the stores,
the virus sickens rapidly there;
keep your hands off your wallet,
don’t touch any money—
the plastic’s especially infectious;
and when you’re at home,
prone to exposure,
you must protect yourself please!
unplug the TV,
recycle the paper,
and walk out for plenty of air.
The morbidity and mortality linked
with this illness is
unprecedented and high.
If you find yourself weakening,
the fever climbing,
get a hold,
get a grip,
and buy a chicken or goat
for a distant family in despair.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Turkey Talk
It’s getting a little close to Thanksgiving for these ladies to be meandering in our yard, scratching the dirt for food, considering
our annual Turkey lust. I didn’t see any wild cranberries out there today, or potatoes either. I suppose that means I’ll still
have to go to the grocery store. Darn it all.
12:30 pm est
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Mystery
Is it that Buck, who stands at the edge of the road every night, ready to go, who left this behind? Or a turkey, coyote, or
quail, who thirsty, finds the streams running low and has turned to the drink. What about this tree, maybe he likes to booze
it up on a windy night, with the moon over his shoulders, like a nosy barkeep.
2:21 pm est
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