Bonus Post (Now With Extra Outrage)

I was going to say Bay Buchanan can lick my arse, but on careful consideration I've decided I don't want anything as foul and poisonous as her tongue anywhere near me. She'll have to be content with licking her loutish protogé's arse.

This Side Up

The kittens have had their evening frolic in the back yard, and soon will have moonlight again. Last night it was as though they had sensed my desire to have the yard back, as they made no appearance for several hours. I think their mom might have taken them on their first hunting trip, the moon being full and the sky clear. Today the food bowl still contained a considerable repast, and the water had barely been touched. The hunt must have been fruitful— or beastful, more accurately. I missed seeing them in the sleeping heap they've made on recent nights, but it was nice to be able to go out and enjoy the moonlight a few times myself without precipitating a kitty panic.

Today the new renters occupied the house next door. There was a large posse of helpers carting goods and furniture from an array of vehicles, and I'm still not sure which among the crowd will now be neighbors. I hope not the guy who kept breaking into off-key snatches of songs I didn't recognize. I hope not whoever owned the large brindle dog, or whoever owned the little yappy dog. I hope not the two whiny kids. If any of them, my yard will suddenly seem too small.

Black and white cat has gotten herself into the rafters of the garage again, and the door is closed. I'll have to be letting her out later. The night will be fairly mild again, and I'm sure she can find another place to sleep, outdoors. I might leave the garage door open a few inches at the bottom again as I did last night. If a rat comes in, she'd better take care of it for me.

June has turned quite pleasant since the rain. It ought to be staying mild for several more days, and the jasmine now being dense with blossoms the nights will be fragrant and alluring. If I'm allowed out by the felines, and if my mom sleeps well and doesn't need too much looking after, I'll be out watching the slow-shifting shadows of the trees as the moon passes. Quiet hours must be snatched from the rush of time.

( Sunday Verse )