Consider The Kitten
When last month the people from the Pentecostal church did the human bush hog number to the vacant lot next to me so they could park eight bus loads worth of Pentecostal brethren for the big, super, grandaddy, Mardi Gras parade known as Endymion, they dislocated a kitten I've had my eye on.
The Pentecostal property does a twenty foot L behind my property and the big pile of debris they removed and 'hid" in the L looks similar to the big pile I had accumulated clearing my lot last year, and later with some considerable effort relocated to a dumpster in the front.
 I'm thinking the Pentecostals have forgotten the big tree limb laden weed pile because its not like its in their back yard; the church is actually two blocks away. "Bastards" is what I would call them if they weren't such a reputable church going group of people. I'm not talking about your East Texas Snake Handling Pentecostal Orthodoxy here. This is a more mellow, and biracial, bunch, although I would have to accept the invitation to one of their Saturday men's prayer breakfasts to prove that point.
Kittens are cute, even if you're a psychopath>speaking of cute.
"I'll give you an extra ten if you scoop up the dead cat over there on the side and throw it over there by the dance hall," is what I told the man I hired today, and only bring up now to illustrate a high feline mortality rate.
I'd see the kitten periodically after the great mowing and parking spectacle so I started thinking of it as a survivor, and even knowing it would grow into another sad, dingy, mewing, flea-bitten excuse for a mousetrap, I was still struck by it's black and white cuteness.
But the Tom I call BigHead is also black and white, and the obvious patriarch of this small piece of feline drama that surrounds the 200 block of Rocheblave, and he's a bad sumbitch is what he thinks but he surely does know a thing or two about pecking order which is why he spent an hour of his day today beating up the kitten: chewing on it's neck, and throttling it with battering hind paws.
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When last month the people from the Pentecostal church did the human bush hog number to the vacant lot next to me so they could park eight bus loads worth of Pentecostal brethren for the big, super, grandaddy, Mardi Gras parade known as Endymion, they dislocated a kitten I've had my eye on.
The Pentecostal property does a twenty foot L behind my property and the big pile of debris they removed and 'hid" in the L looks similar to the big pile I had accumulated clearing my lot last year, and later with some considerable effort relocated to a dumpster in the front.
Kittens are cute, even if you're a psychopath>speaking of cute.
"I'll give you an extra ten if you scoop up the dead cat over there on the side and throw it over there by the dance hall," is what I told the man I hired today, and only bring up now to illustrate a high feline mortality rate.
I'd see the kitten periodically after the great mowing and parking spectacle so I started thinking of it as a survivor, and even knowing it would grow into another sad, dingy, mewing, flea-bitten excuse for a mousetrap, I was still struck by it's black and white cuteness.
But the Tom I call BigHead is also black and white, and the obvious patriarch of this small piece of feline drama that surrounds the 200 block of Rocheblave, and he's a bad sumbitch is what he thinks but he surely does know a thing or two about pecking order which is why he spent an hour of his day today beating up the kitten: chewing on it's neck, and throttling it with battering hind paws.
- jimlouis 3-26-2001 2:35 am