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Cat Jungle
I thought I saw a humpback whale in the vacant Pentecostal lot next door but it was just Shorty hunting for bugs and lizards and mice, only the curve of her spine showing above the ever growing weeds.
After the Pentecostals tore down the dancehall that fronted Iberville they brought in the heavy dozers and one construction dumpster after another to scrape up and haul away the residual foundation material and debris that filled the L shaped lot. One tip of the L fronts Iberville, the other tip fronts Rocheblave. It is a good bit of property, perhaps half an acre, and quite an eyesore when the weeds get to be man-height. Currently the clover-like weeds with small yellow and white flowers are only Shorty-height and provide the beginning of what could be a truly awsome cat jungle. I should begrudge Shorty that?
I saw Kitten shoot out from under my house the other day; she has filled out pretty nicely. Slumming over here I guess for old times sake, she is obviously a kept kitty, probably by Miss Lila Mae. K2, not so kept, was in the backyard today. Like Shorty, she's not afraid of me but...don't make any sudden movements. We talked awhile, or I did, she just looked at me like--hey, remember when? I sure do. That swinging dick The Yellow Bastard came sauntering out from under the house not even aware I was standing on the back steps and I scared him away with my pitifully inept superiority. I don't take to that Yellow Bastard. I haven't seen BigHead in ages, which is not uncommon, and I imagine the day I see him next I will be inexplicably happy, although I know that day may never come. I haven't seen Spinks lately either, although every other time I see Shorty I think I may be looking at Spinks, and am never so sure about anything except when I see them together.