My Meeting City-claw

What’s up with this cool cat? I like the attitude. Small-town boy like myself, I’ve got a little to learn from this specimen. So self-assured, or, if you like, “at ease” with itself. I wanted to pat this cat, but no chance. Like you see from the photograph, the window came between us. Typical big-town problem; cannot let the cat out, must keep the cat inside, behind the window. Yeah, I took this picture on my latest trip to Brincoville, a five hour dead-boring drive from here.

And now I’m back and I’m thinking about the cat. Check out those whiskers, check out the cool fur and the slightly raised lip. Damn, that’s a movie-star kind of lip. I bet if you gave this cat some dry cat-food it would kick you in the leg, and maybe bite too. No, this one wants freshly killed mice or nothing at all. My own cat eats what the pigs don’t have. He even eats sawdust. Of course, he’s a country bumpkin. No match for this city-claw.

And now it’s late. Here at the office the sun has just fallen off the back wall, and left a slight orange glow in the air. Don’t take that drive to Brincoville if you don’t have to, and if you have to, make sure you look up this feline fireball.