Uh, Oh, Those Summer Nights

Jakita on the cool green grass, catching the rays….

Summer…What’s not to love…finding a patch of  green grass in the back yard on a sunny day and catching the rays…Mother Earth below your belly…the sun radiating heat and energy…zapping you with revitalizing energy…. Moving to the shade once you are done like a dinner… Then demanding re-entry to your air conditioned home…sprawling out on the cool hardwood floor……

But uh, oh those Summer nights….because we all come together…at the front porch… around the cherry tree…and like the Garden of Edenwe connect…yet remain aloof…respect…yet don’t invade the invisible circle around each family… We observe…we learn…we retreat…all glad of our own unique relationships and abilities that we were blessed with…especially with  Momma and Wonder Boy (who won’t even step on a snail or kill a spider)… a bit overboard but the cats, often get there before him…and it doesn’t end well for them – the snail is sent airborne…the spider pawed….because, well, cats are predators…they can’t  help it any more than I can help being…square built….

Diva Calico Gen…Toes tucked under
Bad Boy Andy…Toes almost tucked under…

Recently, on a balmy Saturday night when the stars were high in the sky and the moon enticing our attention, Wonder Boy and I went out to sit on the bench, at the front door, which faces the cherry tree.  In a flash, Bad Boy Andy and Diva Calico Gen were at our side, lying facing forward with their paws tucked underneath their body, heads erect, taking in the ambiance, no aggression but alert to all possibilities…. A welcome to the Jungle Sphinx look….

It didn’t take long for Mr. and Mrs. Grey Squirrel (who are are on first name basis with Wonder Boy) to arrive with their latest batch of baby squirrels, now old enough, brave enough and foolish enough to try to get closer to the cats then is probably advisable but although our Bad Boy and Diva wouldn’t hurt them, they would gladly bestow a cautionary ‘back off’ flick of a clawed paw.

Part of the Grey family…..

Mr. and Mrs. Grey Squirrel have zero fear of Wonder Boy and seem to depend on him to give them and their offspring three square meals a daya Cash for Life agreement…never signed…strictly honored.  If Mr. Grey Squirrel is off on some Secret Mission and doesn’t show up for two days, Wonder Boy can’t help but worry….. Trust me…I know those grey squirrels…and Mr. Grey Squirrel is especially wily…he carries battle wounds to prove it…but if any squirrel will live 25 years…bet on it being him…

Still, I hadn’t seen our Lonely Old Possum tonight, who hangs upside down from a branch in the tree, keeps to himself, but surveys….if he was around, he was camouflaged so expertly,  not even the Special Forces Sharp Shooters would get a bead on him

Our possum.
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Still a lonely life…no apparent family or friends…his only relief from the boredom seems to be observing the rest of the world interact from rusting leaves on the trees, to swaying flowers, chattering squirrels, snarling cats, barking dogs, the inexplicable Two Foot…not even anyone to report his data collected ….Must suck to be him.

Someone was missing….oh, here they come…  our cats,  Bad Boy and Diva, tails twitching, the squirrels, sitting on their haunches, paws folded together in prayer, watch as The Rocky Raccoon Family approach, their eyes glowin in the dark night…

Rocky Junior
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Suddenly, Rocky Junior streaks past his family, headed towards, the steps, where he is sure the already congregated are being fed to die for treats that he wants, he needs, right now. A blood curling screech emitted from Mama Raccoon stops him dead in his tracks with an uh, oh look on his face…. Apparently Rocky Junior had surpassed that invisible boundary…again….would you just chalk it out like a crime scene so all the world could see the boundaries…Is that too much to ask, ya think?????

And so we gathered in a loosely knit semi-circle of sorts, the Two Footed Wonder Boy, the Four Footed cats, squirrels, raccoons, maybe a Lonely Old Possum, and, was that our Jimmy the Skunk peeking out from under the rose bush, all in our own world, all in our shared world, gazing at the twinkling stars, the man in the moon, deep within our own heads….and maybe I imagined it but it seemed to me…

The Fairies dance…

The fairies came alive in the front garden, twirling in joy as the angels and gnomes cheered and clapped them on because:

Summer, summer…. have me a blast…Cause  uh, oh those summer nights…Oh well, oh well, oh well oh, uh….Tell me more, tell me more… Was everyone there? Tell me more, tell me more…

The Angels cheer….

Was it magic in the air? Tell me more, tell me more…Could you see very far? Tell me more, tell me more…Did you wish on a star?  Cause  uh, oh those summer nights… (Paraphrase Grease: John Travolta & Olivia Newton-John)

It’s One More Step

Getting old sucks…just ask Momma…. or not…seems she has taken the Fifth…won’t admit to anyone but I see her…she kind of walk stumbles, stops, starts, like me…her knees are so yesterday, her muscles shot.

In my hay day…..

After all I am the Brainiac Bad Boy Andy Cat…I see all and know all…and try to make sense of it but it is getting harder to evaluate and categorize, as the world performs a blurry out-of-control corkscrew spin…And Momma says you just have to turn on your TV to understand why…all you hear about is Americans Behaving Badly…oh, and Canadiansevery chance you give them.

So what’s a cat to do?  Look menacing, even as you move slowly, pause at every chance (to rest) and be petted by Momma and Wonder Boy…because that is written in the contract….something about ‘food and love on demand’…well, if it isn’t in the contract, it should be

Forest Freak Momma took in….and paid dearly….

No more stalking around the neighbor hood for me…If those Forest Freaks want a piece of me, they will have to seek me out on my own Territory and then I’ll have them charged with Trespassing…If they still are a nuisance Momma will call The Pet Control Mobile and off they will go to swank accommodations that Momma helps fund.  Maybe they won’t be so cranky when they get their Three Square Meals a day….

Best I stay on my property…the furthest I’m  going is to find cool shade in the peony bushes, then it’s back to free fry on the bench by the side door…or when it is too hot, I seek shade under the bench… so when Momma comes out, I can sneak in and eat my three mouthful of kibbles (four if I’m really hungry).

Still, most of the time you’ll find me inside, rolled up in a chair, head touching toes, as I dream of chasing butterflies through golden grain fields…it’s a good life….

Charlie and her eyes that mesmerize….

So Charlie Cat, don’t let me find you, startling me awake, standing with your paws on the side of the couch, your double-ringed green eyes casting your woe-be-gone stare in mine as if to say,  ‘Who gave you permission to be here?’ 

Of course I go into attack mode, and Charlie is so bewildered and traumatized…and you guessed, Momma lays the blame on me…because Charlie is high strung…but I am unpredictable.  No worries.  Momma has a very forgiving heart…all water under the bridge in no time. Could I just go back to sleep, please?

To sleep…perchance to dream…..

So life is not better, not worse, then ….When I was Young… There is a certain peace and joy knowing that I won’t have my paw bit or my ears tattered by well, let’s say…they live among us….but Momma, please, don’t let those types of guests in our front door…so it’s all good, as long as I walk slow, breath, pause, get petted

And it’s one more step down the road I go…. One more step along the world I go….From the old things to the new….keep me traveling along with you.

(Sydney Carter)