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Jul 10
For a time, this morning my
inner yard and porch looked
like a festive circus of delight.
Three outside cats joined for
a time by my inside feline put
on quite a show. Running and
jumping into the air, chasing
anything that flew in the ether
or quickstepped through the
lawn or dirt. Insects on the wing,
Shrews scooting through the grass.
Lightning fast furballs even chasing
one another around bushes, plants,
up trees and down again and around
the water fountain, like a pod of excited
children happily at play in a city park,
unbridled morning exuberance in the
most delightful way!

Perhaps, maybe, just for my enjoyment
or so I would like to think. But in reality
it was merely happy cat behavior on display
just for their own hedonistic amusement.
With another day of 100+ degree
temperatures approaching after a
few minutes of their circus jubilation
celebration gave way to open mouth
panting and shady places to lay out of
the sun, cats are not stupid creatures.
But they do like to have fun.

Yes, I know I could write about the
serious and dire matters as screamed
by all the talking heads on TV, the
political BS darkness that pervades
our land, but I prefer light to darkness.
And the things I have some control
over rather than no control at all.
Written by
Stephen E Yocum  M/North Western Oregon
(M/North Western Oregon)   
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