artemis

Normals and strangers,

This friday evening, I was briefly the warden of an errant 14-week old black cat named Artemis.  Found crouching beneath a small palm, he (yes, he.  Parenthetical side note to story which adds very little and will leave the reader confused as to the continuity of the current, interrupted sentence:  I, arrogant in my cursory familiarity with Greek mythology, assumed Artemis would be a female.  My familiarity with feline genitalia is yet more feeble, but when "the beans" were pointed out to me, I eventually believed it.)  looked lost.  The slightest show of kindness won his trust.  After calling the number on his tag, and searching the park where he had been prowling, his true protector eventually came to claim him.  She chided him gently for getting slow enough to be caught (Apparently, he is given free reign, and the bell around his neck signals his presence), gave heartfelt thanks, and left.  I am loath to admit it, dogmatic as I am, but I actually enjoyed his company.

To the wind,
walter

lore

Friends,

A busy day. A useless story:

Unfazed, Homer squeegeed the black pit viper juice away from his taxi. He had gotten a car wash over the weekend, but parking where he did was dodgy at best. He had resolved himself to potential damage. Relatively, he'd gotten off easy. When the last of the venom was safely consigned to the asphalt with a flick of his wrist, Homer tossed the squeegee into his trunk for next time and climbed behind the wheel. Where to now?

To possibility,

walter