by salinsky » Sat 02 Jan 2016, 01:37:50
Getting back to cats. A couple of months ago, I was walking past the trucks on a quiet evening, and heard a strange sound from coming from under one of them. Those of you who are familiar with big trucks, know them to sigh and moan and groan as they cool down. I shined my light under and there was a cat, Bernie, one of the cats that own this place.
I walked on without giving it much thought, figuring he was a tough Tom, and could deal with whatever the hell was bothering him. A few days later, he showed up at the door and could hardly breathe. I put him in a box and drove the eight miles to a vet I know well. (She once taught me how to cut a calf out of a cow that was unable to deliver). At her office, I put Bernie on the exam table. He jumped off. I picked him up and put him back. The vet began her exam, and Bernie took a couple a gasps and died. She said, "Well, no charge. I'll take care of him."
A month ago, I saw out the window, a big black cat. I went outside and called for it. It came running to me. It was a cat that had disappeared five years ago. I thought he was long dead. His name was Blackie. Had easily recognizable markings. The white patch on his chest has some gray in it. Now that he's back, and the feed bill is back to normal. Now, whenever I'm out walking around, he's literally under my feet. Dead cats don't bounce, but sometimes they can surprise the hell out of a guy.
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Señor Salinsky
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SAL