Friday Night in the Yard

Mom was so excited when she got home ‘cuz it was sunny and really nice.

After a quick supper for all of us, she put my vest and leash on and we all headed outside.

Actually, I was already outside while you were still getting “dressed”.

Whatever….

We thought we would show you what we were looking at.

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The Destruction of a Beautiful Fall Night

Mom got home a little early tonight so I begged her to let me go outside.  She said since it was such a lovely day and I had been good, I could go out and play for a bit.  There I was just surveying my domain and loving being Steinbeck-free.  Suddenly my world changed!

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Hey Mom……..what’s all this stuff on the deck?  Did Hemingway make a mess?

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Look at the pretty color!!!  Do you think our friend Quint from Colehaus Cats would be interested in using this color in one of his paintings?

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Mom, should I try to glue some of these leaves back on the trees?

Oh, please do!  That will keep you busy forever!

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Mom, some of these leaves are the same color as me!  Isn’t that fascinating?

Are you going back inside now?

Personalities and Other Things

Why are all the humans and fur people so different from each other?

Well, Mom told us that God made each fur person and human to be special.  There’s only one Hemingway and only one Shakespeare.

But Mom told us we were named after famous human writers so that means there was another Hemingway and Shakespeare before.

Yes, but they weren’t exactly like us.  For one thing, they were humans.

What’s to stop humans from naming other fur people Hemingway and Shakespeare?

Nothing.  In fact, I am pretty sure there are some others out there but they aren’t exactly like us.  No other fur person has your exact coloring, your exact length of fur, your exact eye color and your exact quirks all rolled up in one.  You are unique and you are special.

So we’re all different?

Yes.

That explains why you are so stubborn and I’m not.

What do you mean?

Well, Mom lets me sleep in her bedroom ‘cuz I stay on the bed and I don’t jump up on her desk.  You keep  jumping up on her desk and then she makes you get out and she shuts the door.

There’s just something about that desk that intrigues me.  I just have to explore it.  I don’t know why I can’t stay away from it.  Now and then I can be good and then I get to sleep in Mom’s room too.

If you weren’t so stubborn you could stay in there all the time.  After all, it is a very comfortable bed.

Hey…..you’re not perfect!  You practically send things flying if someone’s in the kitchen.  Mom says you appear from nowhere and you’re faster than a bullet.  You figure if someone is in the kitchen that means they are getting food for you and you love food.

See, that’s something I can’t help.  I try to stay out of the kitchen but it’s just too tempting.  So I guess the kitchen is my “desk”.

So now do you understand how we’re all different?

Yes, I want food and you want to explore.