augury doggerel

Monday, October 21, 2002


All cleaned up and out the door to work today, but: a loud, strong, high-pitched meow from somewhere nearby. It wasn't trapped in the basement. It wasn't in the grass. It wasn't in the trees. I got dirtier and dirtier. It was behind the box mounted on the outside wall, the one with the lightning bolt and skull painted on the door. Reach, reach, reach, hoping I don't find a wire first. And then a fistful of gray kitten.

We can't. The woman got together a cat survival package while the kitten sat behind my head and made me a character from a cartoon. And out again, kitten and box and food and meow into the garden. It's a warmish morning, no wind, no rain. We can't.

I'll check tonight.


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