Apparently, it's Black Cat Appreciation day (or maybe it was yesterday!), so here is not just the black cat (Boofie, with a grandpa named Barberry Tom Thumper) but also a few of his friends - and the leopard was his dream-shape. See the poem, Black Cat, by Rainer Rilke.
However, I left out the part about exactly what I promised. I have an excuse. A good one. Valid. 'Flu. It's the first bout I've been afflicted with since 2001 (or thereabouts - who the hell remembers specifics that far back when in the throes of death?). If I had the energy, I'd go dig … Continue reading Well, Because It’s Wednesday, and I Promised
This one from Cats N Dogs (copyright Cage Dunn 2017), stories of our constant companions. Friday Night The traffic was snarled so far back from Caro’s turn-off she was tempted to drive along the emergency lane to get out. She was already so late, maybe even too late. Had to get there; had to pick up … Continue reading A Short Story – Friday Night
Well, this is a dubious tactic to get my word out. You see, I've been reading a few doggy and animal stories in the last few days, and I wanted to let you in on a secret. It's a biggie, so don't tell. Anyone. I love critters. Dogs, cats, horses, cockies; oh, yeah, even kids … Continue reading The Animals
All my life has involved one, two, three and sometimes many more animals, either as pets, or working animals, or farm animals, or friends. And one or two (many) were the healers. The dog who showed a young boy how it was safe to be touched (just a little, and with rules!), the cat who … Continue reading The Things They Do For Us