Friday, Aug. 27, 2010 - 3:22 p.m.
Sunny Afternoon
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I was just visited by my pal Alan
who never leaves his truck.
he have to go up to his window
to talk to him.
Day or night,
any season of the year.
That's just how it is with Alan.
Today he drove up
with his Rotweiller Claudia
in the front seat.
She is old and very arthritic.
Its such a beautiful day
he is taking her swimming.
She loves the lake
because the water
supports her weight,
which is considerable.
She can really move in the water
like she can no longer move
on dry land.
As we yakked
Taser walks over
and recognises Alan,
his truck and surprisingly-
Taser recognises Claudia
the old giant Rotweiller
from her visits here
when he was just a wee kitten.
As we talked,
Taser laid down on the lawn
in the shade
a metre away
and began to groom
his red fur in front
of his audience.
As Taser laid there at ease,
not paying attention,
his arch rival cat
" the Evil One"
stuck his head up
from behind a lawnmower
across the street.
The Evil One noticed Taser
was not paying attention,
so he figured now
was a good time
to walk across the street
and punch him out
I noticed the Evil One
skulking our way
with violence in his heart,
but as it is my policy
to not interfere
in intercat affairs,
I said nothing.
Taser continued to proudly
groom his nuts
and was temporarily
blind spotted to the approach
of the Evil One.
The Evil One assumed
the hunt & kill stance
as he sneaked up on
the truck from behind.
Poor Taser never suspected
an ambush in the company
of his friends.
Old Claudia though
noticed the approach
of a strange cat
and all at once
burst through the
open back window
of the truck cab
and leapt into the truck box
with a bang
and began barking angrily
at the Evil One
directly below her
snapping jaws of doom.
Taser glanced indifferently
at the passion play
on yonder driveway
but then calmly resumed
his lookin' good session.
He didn;t even notice t
he Evil One vibrating in fright
or tumbling backwards
into the ditch
before righting himself
& running away-
trailing a yellow stream
of fear urine.
on the pavement
leading directly back
to the safety of
his lawnmower hideout
across the street.
I saw it all
and laughed immoderately.
As I explained to Alan
what had just transpired
Taser just kept on
licking his nuts
as if nothing had happened.
Actually, nothing _had happened
as far as he was concerned.
I pointed that all out to Alan
as he is not up on his
cat drama dynamics.
Few people
actually are
these days
As of today,
the Evil One will always
watch to see if his arch enemy
the mighty red haired Taser
is packing a giant Rotweiller
guard dog or not
and will act accordingly if he does.
Taser is cool
and still looks good,
especially from behind
while old Claudia
the old arthritic Rotweiller
can boast she can still
scare the living piss
out of a cat
without even getting out
of Alan's truck.
