CHARLIE TALES! via Charlie Parr Reuben and I have been moved down the pecking order a couple notches by a little cat that my family has taken in. Ive always been on the low side anyway, so Im used to it, but Reuben spent a lot of time at the top and now shes fighting for 2nd to last place which has put a dent in her ego. We went for a walk to try and figure it all out, and got some love from the post office, hardware store, dog biscuit lady, and some random guy on the lakewalk who must have seen our “Im a big loser” faces and stopped for some ear scratching. We didnt really get anywhere but when we got home Reuben had evidently already figured it out. Shed eat all the cat food. Wherever it was, whenever it was out, shed operate in the shadows and then lunge out and hoover up the little bit of kitten food in the bowl and stealth her way back to an innocent distance. It looked like the worst kind of warfare to me, and I told her about the man I met last night who said to me that we are all aliens here. I think he may have been speaking more literally than I took him for, and he may be right either way, but I know for sure that in some ways we are all aliens. I know I feel that way more often than not lately, and this little cat sure looks like an alien, with her big head and eyeballs and such. I droned on and on with this for awhile, going over the whole “you were new here once, too, remember?” and “youre gonna get fat as hell eating that cat food plus your plumbings gonna freeze up and dont look at me that way I know all about it” and “fine, ignore me, I can talk louder than you can ignore” until I had to give up. I fed the cat on the kitchen counter. Im going down to Eau Claire tonight to play at the Mousetrap, I havent been there in a long time so Im really looking forward to it. Then its Austin for the Caravan Du Nord, which Im very proud to be a part of and happy to be able to bring my Mom and Sister to a show in town so hopefully Ill do alright and not embarrass anybody or anything like that. Saturdays the Turf Club with the amazing fiddler Betse Ellis (of Wilders fame), stop on up and say hi if you can. Im going outside, its too nice for this computering and I have a bike frame I want to paint before it gets too cold. Photo from April 2013 / The Echo
Posted on: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 04:09:26 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015