This is not a garden blog, but you might see an article concerning gardening. It is a blog about me and the cultivation of my life. This is a place where I air my opinions and ideas. There will be stories about what is happening or has happened. I like to write poems, some will be good and some will be bad. I am never bored, I hope you won't find what I write about boring. Thank you for sharing time with me.

Monday, July 30, 2012

MY CAT'S RETURN

Poetry and the story about July 30 happenings.
My sweet surprise was announced by cries,
Mewing loudly, appearing before my eyes,
Who should it be, but a kitten who had disappeared,
By coyotes, eaten, six months ago we feared.
He's charcoal gray like a Russian blue,
I was so excited I didn't know what to do,
His cries were plaintive enough,
I thought, you are plenty tough,
I got a serving of the best canned food,
To fill the belly of this skinny dude,
He jumped back off the end of the ramp,
I chastised him and called him "Tramp".
He reticently climbed back up,
Sniffed his waiting food cup,
He quickly dove right in,
Keeping an eye on my shin.
Watching for the tiniest of moves,
Not wanting, a bite, to loose,
He swallowed, not bothering to chew,
Looked like he was worried I'd say shoo.
This little Kitten had been run out of the barn by the suitor of the remaining female cat (coyotes killed about 20 of our our barn cats last fall, only two remained).  About a week after he had run off he showed up at the house (a little more than 1/8 mile from the barn).  He started crying twice a day for food.  He had become tolerant of us but had not let us touch him.  This lasted for about 6 weeks and then he disappeared..  We presumed he had been eaten by coyotes.  We called him for about a week and there were no answering cries.
Today I went out to put the bag of trash out and heard crying.  I thought that one of the house cats had run out.  I mewed back and the cries became louder.  I thought, "No, that's impossible", because the louder they grew they sounded like "Baby", our long gone vagrant (he had been gone for 6 months).
About that time he showed up from behind the tree.  The last three hours he has been at the end of the ramp screaming for me to bring out food.  I just gave him more food and will go out and see if he is still around when it gets dark to see if he wants a night time snack.
Evidently he was not at another home, he is just as wild as he was.
It was the nicest relief from a day filled with I got to get it done stuff, with no time to do it.
Just thought I'd share a little bit of my day.

Update:  He did eat a nite snack and he was still here this morning.
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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

A FIVE YEAR OLD'S ADVENTURE

I climbed ever so high,
Reached to touch the sky,
Imagined what it was like to fly,
Knowing you can't, wondering why.

A hole I started to dig,
An adventure, not crossing the street,
I can't understand the people I did meet,
Smiles they shared, when me, they did greet.

Their clothes are different, not like mine,
Some were fancy, dressed real fine,
Little coned hats, worn all the time,
When the hot sun did shine.

When back to my world I returned,
I found my mom much concerned,
My plans for adventuring she hadn't learned,
She scolded me, she was very firm.

Thinking they can fly and digging a hole to China is in the dreams of all five year olds.  Mom's everywhere end up scolding because the hole to China was always dug in a very inappropriate place.