Jamie here. We gots one really small mole an one lil bigger yestrday. But wether really bad today.
We gots Uncle Pete to ask Her Bring Food to let us all go in our building way erly. Too cold, too wet – even Uncle Pete so wet, Her called him ‘soaking.’ Guess she ment him dripping rain water when he stood still.
Anyway, we gots to go in erly an we mos hapy bout that. Her Bring Food and Taller Than Us brought us mor food after we ate all our brekfast.
Life good. Coyotes howling befor but we all safe. We hapy.
Whoever said cats slow down as they age didn’t know Ira. At eleven years old, he still loves a jaunt in the Great Outdoors. So what if it’s close to sundown and time for the coyotes to start prowling? Or if the huge gray owl that lives in the 200-year-old maple tree several hundred yards away has already announced he’s hunting?
Luckily, when Ira made his dash to discovery from an accidentally-ajar office door, he didn’t go far. He went around the office building and investigated a most interesting pile of old barn wood in the back.
And came out, festooned with cobwebs, when I called him (for the tenth or fifteenth time). Can’t deny there were some heart-pounding (and heartsick) moments until he made his grand entrance. (Stage center; cue the lights. Applause.)
A routine life is just too boring for a “little soldier,” I suppose. Is it possible he wants ‘his’ book to become a script?