tonight’s edition of my ongoing experiment.
trapped in the utter utilitarian mundane, I stumble out of the house locked into the weekly ritual of throwing out the trash after a week’s end and a sunday dinner (portuguese BBQ in this case), so besides my porch (or to the left more accurately) I had a visitor, quite as startled by me as he (or she), a tabby cat whom I do not recognize (and who certainly does not recognize me), so we stared each other down like it was some version of high noon (albeit without the applied tension of an actual gun fight), so, who will budge first from this initial shock and lock? “your move buddy” I mutter, thankfully the cat, as it turns out, speaks english and starts to confidently saunter away (as masterfully as only cats can seem to do), but then I am flush with a small dab of regret, as I like pets and animals in general (and I like to think they might like me back indeed), so as the cat retreats I lower to my knees and make all those sounds we make that seem to catch a cat’s appeal, and for a moment I steal the attention, a pause, a mention, but this cat either does not trust me or has something better to attend to (can not say I blame him/her), so with that, the cat continues on across the paved boundary that separates the two sides of my street, onto the incline of my neighbor’s well-lit driveway, I pick up the garbage bag to finish my task, all the while the cat, looking back, tabby keeping tabs on me wherever I am, this cat seems to have the lure… but also the lesson, and what might happen, with curiosity.
Music? some Voivod, because they will never get the due they are due.
there is just a line there about cheshire cats… listen for it, it is rewarding.
and also digest this, since I am on a cat thing….
and to all who read me, thanks, seriously.