Sunday, Nov. 18, 2007 - 5:09 p.m.
Anybody Wanna Buy a Cat a Drink ? 2 ************************************
I have to seriously work on my life it's so small and precious these days one broken birthday party can tear it apart last night - big hoopla I decide to walk to get milk at a quarter to 11 just before the little store closes Jinky yawns and decides to join me' and scamper along the route underfoot keep me company while chasing leaves dodging cars and dogs He is ready fior adventure its all fun and easy till we get to the corner itself.. where we see maybe eight highschool girls being kicked out of the sports bar for attempting entry underage They seem to be pretty much drunk already and as a girl party posse they are pretty loud and bravdo-esque insulting towards the agitated bouncer who stands at the door to bar any further attempts at entry Jinky and me stare in disbelief from our dark pathway but mind our own business and I pick him up at the intersection and carry him across safely and let him run across the tarmac where he sniffs at the pizza shop door and then follows me into the little store where the night staff know us and lets Jinky run around the empty store sniffing things at random standing up on his hind legs to examine the sacks of dog chow stacked up by the greasy bin of dried pig ears and smoke cured dog bones While Jinky brouses the animal by product dept. I get milk from the big cooler full of pop and luncheon meat walk up to the cashier island where the night clerk koos over Jinky and lures him behind the counter with promises of face rubs he won;t follow me after a massage so i pick him up and carry him outside there out on the sidewalk fumbling to light cigarettes looking extreemly puffy drunk were four of the girls who had been refused service in the bar they took one look at happy Mr mischeif himself Jinky dancing around outfront of the Saturday night convenience store and the girl gang moaned collectively "oh how cute !" and fell over each other to pick him up pass him around like a prize and rub him on every part of his delighted little furry red self One sidewalk wobbler was the birthday girl herself wearing a crushed dollar store sparkly tierra leftover from halloween she din�t look one bit legal drinking age Six happy hands working red fur at 11 pm is a hard act to follow so I had to pick him up again and carry him away from his intoxicated admirers he didn't like this and hissed at me and attempted to swat me with his angry front claws while his back legs churned sharp fury at me but I was wearing a winter coat and didn't care across the highway i put him down and he ran off towards a gaggle of still more drunken party girls who were exiting the 24 hr donut shop weaving back and forth with take out coffees Jinky was feeling pretty special at this point and as one lone drunk chick opened the door from inside to join her friends Jinky runs inside ther donut shop across the floor and darts in behind the service counter and into the backroom where they make the donuts I could not possibly have caught him so i yell out " hey my cat just ran in the back there, sorry" I hear a disembodied voice reply " what colour is he" I guess there were several cats in assorted colours back there so I called out " he's Red.. its Jinky.. sorry " In a minute the nihght donut maker emmerged holding one very confused Jinky in her arms but she loves cats and has seen Jinky in there before and hands him over and I leave the donut shop carrying Jinky and a amimated sack of 3 bagged litres of milk As we amble past the loitering girl gang now re enforced by the addition of the four vdrunken milk store smoker lurkers all of them feisty and belicose lingering on the sidewalk outside ther donut shop looking and acting as dangerous as they can on short notice They reach to pat Jinky in my arms and nearly pull my milk away their breaths reeking of whatever booze they were able to steal from their Dads Tomorrows Mothers have a lot of detoxing to do Onwards! home we go Jinky fidgetting in my arms he really wants some attention from that drunken maiden squad the walk down the dark path home was uneventful as Jinky paused to chase leaves and crouch under bushes to watch as cars passed their highbeams bathing him in a swirl of eerie halogen silver he must have felt like he was a run away zoo lion and a thousand Mounties were looking for him before he could ... ...slay again
As I stood there in the dark swinging my milk bag and waiting for Jinky�s escape fantasy to subside we could hear the sound of feisty feet kicking leaves and chaotic voices swirling as one approaching Then a truck passed and as its strong headlights briefly lit the dark I could see it was the drunken girl gang approaching in the crazy Saturday night darkness for some reason they were headed back to the bar - a murkily lit low building glowing in the distance its parking lot full of pick up trucks and rusty service vans This was party central and no bouncer or liquor control board was going to cheat them out of a hangover as the girls crossed the highway to storm the sports bar once again jinky decided he was going with them and rushed off and was soon weaving in and out of their drunken marching feet More traffic came along and i could not cross the highway to retrieve him and by this point the girls recognised him as a tag along kittie companion from thr donut shop and howled in delight to see him join their chick army on attack mode
There was no way whistling for him would have any effect whatsoever so i crossed over and jogged to catch up with the birthday boozer platoon and just before they reached the enterance door i grabbed Jinky and jogged off again as quickly as i could him hissing in deep resentment of me spoiling his fun- AKA stopping him from running into the bar where he would be immediately thrown out as an underage / species non gratis he was sure mad at me as i snatched him away & for a whole block I carried him like grumbling groceries as he hissed and spat in pure resentment and clawed at my coat with a vengance As soon as we were beyond view of the bar I put him down and he ran ahead mooning me in unvarnished contempt after a few minutes of this ittle anger display he just ran away and i walked home calling for him in the dark but never really expecting him to appear. Back home i made midnight cocoa and watched as the first snow of the year started to fall in tiny sparce pellets against the window as the cold wind from the lake picked up force and delivered winter here all at once in s few minutes of this instant winter Jinky was at the door begging to be let in As he waltzed in I could perceive he was still mad at me and retained considerable residual resentment Too bad for him I don;t care what can you do when your cat wants to go out honky tonkin" and winter is on its way?
Not much.. just be ready to open the door to let him in when he realises he has no believable ID or enough money for beer.. Its another midnight feeding of tender vittles and we just don't mention bad moments once they have passed ' friends don't remind you you have gone too far they either stop you in time or they go too far with you
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