Sunday, June 24, 2012

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