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July 7, 2014 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Not Fishing for Compliments.

The old man was a real possibility. Fishing happily. Alone.

It was easier if they were alone. Those were the ones always willing to chat – and then quick to offer to share without being asked.

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Taking it all in. Takes skill to know when the timing is right. (USPD:pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Sheldon shuffled nervously. He’d been there a while.

Waiting. Quietly hoping.

Never good to appear too eager. Scared folks.

Best to stand around on the fringe of the activity.

He hoped they thought he was with some family, but had simply wandered off.

He just looked sad if they asked.

Pitiful. Lost.

Hungry.

VIntage film.1921."The Kid"/Coogan/US PD:pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org

Please, mister. Can’t even spare a minnow? (US.PD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Important to keep that family image so he could walk away later and they would leave him alone.

That’s the way he wanted it.

He was resourceful. Able to make it on his own.

He didn’t want or need a keeper.

Overlooked. Hiding in plain sight. His choice.

So this old man fiddling with that small fish he caught?  Please don’t toss it back.

It was big enough. Sheldon would gladly take it.

Time to amble up with a smile and ask for a donation.

He rushed forward as the old man raised his arm with the just-right-size-for-lunch fish taking aim at the lake.

Oh, hurry. Must get old guy’s attention before too late.

Grab his hand? Yes! Oh, a bit too roughly.

“Wait, Mister. Uh, thanks for the fish.

I didn’t mean to scare you. Just a scratch, right?

You planning to stick around and maybe catch some more? Mind if I watch – maybe offer advice or something?

Don’t rush off. You might trip. Oh, I was afraid of that. You OK?

Old man and boy in vintage film. 1921."My Boy". Pretty Clever Films/ US PD:pub. date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Oh, they’ll be back to pick me up. Don’t worry. But say, you got any fried chicken? I love chicken. (USPD:pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Wait, lady, it was an accident. I didn’t shove him.

His back pocket must have snagged on my tooth when we bumped into each other. Just playin’.

That’s probably nuthin’ but fish blood.

He’s been catching fish, you know.

Wait. No need for all that yelling and frantic scrambling.

Seriously? I’m standing here grinning.

Like I couldn’t jump up on that picnic table, too, ifn I wanted to.

Snooty people. Won’t stay where I’m not wanted.”

vintage film.Child with woman.1922"Trouble".First National films.Coogan/USPD:pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org

You got pretty eyes, lady. What’s in that cooler of yours? Any chicken? Chicken’s tasty. Not grilled yet? No problem. Cooler would be lighter for a pretty lady like you to carry back to the car if it was empty…(1922/USPD:pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org

With a slight shoulder shrug and dismissive flip of his tail, Sheldon slipped back to his favorite spot. Ready for a nap and a little peace.

He did hope all that screaming would calm down shortly.

If they kept yellin’, it would bring the park rangers’ scowls, ropes, and worrisome comments about how he’d gotten too big for his scales.

Last time they said disruptive juveniles wouldn’t be tolerated.

Well, he might only be eight foot long, but just wait and see how things snapped if those state park guys did show up.

Besides what was all the ruckus about? Not like he was unique. There were others, too.

Lots of talk about how the younger generation wasn’t moving out on their own these days. Opting for comfortable surroundings instead.

Sheldon felt right trendy….although talk of shoes and belts continued to give him nightmares.

Gator goin' (Image: TX PArks and Wildlife Dept.)

Gator best be goin’ (Image: TX Parks and Wildlife Dept.)

Hot time in the old park tonight.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

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Don't be chicken. Come visit Sheldon Lake Park. We promise you don't have to croak. Don't be chicken and don't bring chicken either. (Image: Tx Parks and Wildlife Dept.)

Come visit Sheldon Lake Park. Promise you don’t have to croak. Don’t be chicken. Chicken not a smart lifestyle choice around here. (Image: Tx Parks and Wildlife Dept.)

 

 

 

July 6, 2014 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Spoiling it all.

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A spark of brilliance. (We could use a few) ©

The smoke couldn’t have even cleared. The firecracker wrappers like confetti on the ground drenched in cheers as well as fresh-faced dew.

Giddy travelers still in route. Unaware.

Maybe the Pope suspected – or had advanced warning.

Tried to intervene. Citing a quality of life thing.

“…’At one point, the pope, speaking off the cuff, encouraged parents to spend more time with children. He quipped: “Waste time with your children!” He said he liked to ask parents, “do you play with your children?’” (from here)

Bless him. He tried. We should have seen it coming. Past experiences and all.

Should have avoided that Sunday paper like a snake.

OUCH! Back to school ads! 

Yep. Fresh out of some fevered brain

Yep. Fresh out of some fevered brain. Nothing says “Welcome back to school” like a mop.

It’s summer. 4th of July. Sun soaked days, flip flops,  relaxing far far away from offices and any sort of drudgery.

So whyyyyyyyy?

Why the rush?

We all know what’s on the horizon:

Crammed parking lots with irrational drivers. Long concrete hikes. Whining. Everyone whining.

Searching for the perfect shoes, the trendy clothes that  will be far too hot to wear for a long time. Practicing negotiation skills.(What? Pay this for that?)

Finding that spiral notebook of mandated color and size. Paper cuts.

Well, they tried to stay with the American spirit :Teamwork is highly prized, right? USA! USA! USA! Buy today!

Well, they tried to stay with the American spirit :Teamwork is highly prized, right? USA! USA! USA! Buy today! Buy today!

Encouraging everyone to get into the back to school spirit. Can’t wait.

Get the jump on the season!

Remember the early shopper get the bargain chore done quickly while stock is high!

Granny would frown and say, “Wishin’ your life away, fool. Once this day is gone, it’s gone – and how well did you spend it?”

Need to be cautious about wasting long summer days.

This is the time to pile up memories to smile at for years to come.

Time to hang out with those you want to be around.

The time to nourish dreams and grand plans.

Time to be who you really are.

Important stuff.

At least there's some effort to be sensitive.

At least there’s some effort to be sensitive. No one like messy messages. Political correctness is so important all any age. (And teachers know best…just ignore the odd ones in mug shots. Perhaps they should use the term “educators” instead? There’s a difference. Big one.)

Hadn’t planned to post, but you know how sharing the pain is supposed to lessen it?

(Or is that an excuse to be downright annoying?)

Don’t buy it! Hang on to summer with every fiber of your being. It slips away far too quickly.

Need to snap to that.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

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Don’t kill it off now! Let summer blaze on! Be steadfast and brave. ©

 

July 3, 2014 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Mom said worth the wait.

No matter where you’re docked

May there be smooth sailing during travel

And safe harbor once arrived.

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Cornered? Or reserving a seat? ©

July 4th.

More than just a day for shopping or grillin’.

It wasn’t easy. There was great loss and cost.

Real hardships.

More difficult than this century’s weak cell phone signals, finding parking spot at the mall, high food prices, and beach holidays rained out. 

The flag, then, more than just a decorative accent.

Stripes the color of the blood spilled by those of conviction, those of will,

Those willing to sacrifice for the ones that would follow.

Born: a country of laws.

It only works when all agree to follow the laws.

Then all are free to speak, negotiate in good faith, compromise, agree to disagree (but still be friends who respect one another), and mind their own business (without others telling them how).

Free to build both bridges and fences so society continues in running order.

Born: freedom for each to embrace their own history and heritage  - or to discard it. Reinvent themselves if so wished.

Born: a country that gives to those in need and rushes in to help when disaster strikes.

Born: a country always working to build a more perfect place.

Fireworks July 4th. Sparks of conviction, will, and great sacrifice.

Celebration of struggle.

Beacon to others offering possibilities.

It wasn’t easy. There was great loss and cost.

Nothing worth having is easy.

So stop complaining about the traffic and keep to the road. The only way to get there.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

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Takes courage to plunge into unknown waters ©

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

July 1, 2014 / philosophermouseofthehedge

On the way. Systems go.

Now where do you suppose is this one going?

Air beneath the wings and all that.

Guess.

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Earth to flyer, you are cleared to soar.©

Wise to select the best qualified for the job.

Possibly one of the trained turtle monitors hired by Galveston to cautiously move in front of the seaweed scooping/beach cleaning equipment looking for turtles .

This is the time of year endangered turtles are trying to get to the sand dunes to lay eggs.

Some of the Green sea turtles and Kemp’s Ridley sea turtles hitched rides on the seaweed floats.

Now on the beach, turtles are having trouble getting free.

Iffy situation: in some places seaweed piles are almost shoulder-high on a small child.

If the turtles decide hide a nest in the seaweed piles, the eggs can easily be crushed.

If it’s too difficult to get to the sandy dunes, the turtle give up and dump their eggs in the surf.

So they’ve hired turtle escorts to assist. Volunteers, too.

This skilled flyer probably works cheap: free to swoop down and snatch any little crabs, shrimp, or tidbits tangled in the mess.

Now drones might be able to do the same thing – without lunch breaks.

But bound to be people yelling “Quit taking pictures of my girl friend’s bikini!” (Is it odd how some people think they are so wonderful that everyone wants to look at them?)

Some may think the drones are government snoopers. (Are those drone operators so bored they need some pretty girls to look at? Or some people to ridicule? Nah, that never happens. Snort.)

Then there’s always the worriers: “Inmigración! Niños”. (Like anyone cares anymore.)

Some Veterans might be annoyed with drones though. All that money on those spent while they sit waiting. (But sun and beach are healing and fight depression, so good job!)

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It’s a plain plane. It’s the neighbor’s drone. Nah, It’s a grateful seagull. ©

Who knows what the flighty one is after. Different perspective up high.

Maybe a handout from the dock dwellers. (Gotta get stuff while you can. When it’s gone it’s gone. No problemo. Simply fly off to next promising spot.)

Or attempting to stay away from the maddening holiday crowd.

Everything considered, the seagulls perhaps are pitching in to show their appreciation.

The Texas Parks and Wildlife Commission and the John McGovern Foundation have awarded funds for developing the 640 acre East End Lagoon Nature Park and Preserve.

Big Reef Nature Park, a barrier island park, has coastal wetlands, prairie, and beach habitats. Quiet. Peaceful. Beautiful. Now safe.

Trails, an observation deck, benches, nature signs, and parking will keep humans in their place.

Birds. Flighty, you know, but they sure can soar.

Happy they are being given a chance.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

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Up. Up and away! With a little help from friends.©

 

 

 

June 26, 2014 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Twins. Separated. (He’s the goofy one)

People are just a joke. Don’t even realize it. Arrogance or blessed ignorance? Unsure.

The species seems to feel they have a monopoly on behavior patterns, foibles, and embarrassments.

Little acknowledgement to the fact that plants could be our twins. Separated by circumstance.

They stand, you know. Stand. breathe. Feel pain, Grow towards things that nurture. Wither from neglect. Grow wild if allowed. Able to flourish and overcome harsh environments or severe difficulties.

Yep. Had to be separated at birth.

You know how little kids play hide and seek behind curtains or furniture not realizing they aren’t hidden at all.

Dwarfed in grownup surroundings.

That little butt or arm is sticking out in clear view? Just like this one:

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Silly little thing. Typical two-year old. We see you! ©

Humans, especially males, think they are the only ones that wake up after a long night and discover they are oddly wearing a hula skirt or a Hawaiian leis and have no idea where the darn thing came from?

Well, how awkward for this normally fine upstanding member of the forest.

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Get it off. Where’s the clasp? When I get hold of the squirrels that did this, watch out! ©

And women. Them, too. Always plucking stray hairs from eye brows. Odd hairs seem to sprout for no reason at all in the oddest place – out of moles, on the chin, on the leg. No explanation at all. Maddening.

An annoyance that trees share.

It gets worse.

The windows are peeping over and see the cosmetic flaw. Totally embarrassing.

Soon the whole gossipy neighborhood will know. You know they are such a pane and can’t keep it shut.

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Oh, dear. Where did that come from? If I stand this way maybe no one will see. Acting like nothing is wrong. ©

Of course in every crowd, human or plant, there’s those who are always sprouting the current trendy look. First to try and stand out in the newest blooming color. Elegantly nodding to the admiration – envy – of all the others.

Sadly there’s always one that attempts “the look” and falls flat trying to pull it off. Some just fade away. Sigh.

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Beauty pageants are so brutal. Not for the weak.©

People, with their rootless movement, seem determined not to recognize their relatives. Just walk on by, nose in the air. Ignoring common garden origins.

It’s OK. Plants, they know who the goofy one is.

Luckily they are kindly keeping silent about it.

Branching out,

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

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Lined up on the bleachers watching the show. (People are quite entertaining.) ©

 

 

 

June 26, 2014 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Donna. Dolts. Don’ts.

Ready to dosey doe with delight? (Ignore those dolts and dont’s. Their deal shortly)

Oh, Donna. Oh. Donna. No, not the one in the song or in the Donna Reed show.

1960 Donna Reed Show cast publicity shot.:US PD. no cr:pb.date:Commons.wikimedia.org)

1960.Donna Reed was quite a homebody. (Do you think she chose that picture in back herself? Odd foreshadowing.)(Donna Reed Show/US PD:pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

This Donna’s far more liberated.

Working in a man’s world.

Doing the worst assignments, but not one word of complaint.

Always smiling unconditional affection and encouragement for all.

Donna, the yellow Labrador military bomb sniffing dog, is now forever home.

She arrived in Houston over the weekend – a little confused by all the celebrations.

Reassured by her escort, she dared to believe it was true. There was PERSON-who-she-had-bonded-with-but-oddly-left-her. Now holding out arms in welcome.

Here’s the video of the reunion.

Donna will stay with Marine Cpl. Joaquin Aranda’s parents while he finishes up his latest tour of duty. (His mom said they got more pictures of Donna than of their son while he was in Afghanistan. So they feel like they know Donna already.)

Well earned homecoming. Retired military dog Donna greeted by friends at Hobby Airport (Screenshot image: Click2houston.com)

Well earned homecoming.(Screenshot: Click2houston.com)

While the military is doing a better job returning trained military dogs to the US and placing them in homes after retirement, there are many dogs provided by contractors that aren’t so lucky. Those retired dogs are still consider “excess equipment” and are often put down or left behind.

Mission K9 Rescue is a group that raises the $800-$900 transport cost per dog, contacts former handlers, screens possible homes, and makes sure dogs that more than earned their keep on the job are given a safe happy retirement.

Check out their website. Spread the word. Adopt a dog? Help anyway you can. Thanks.

Moving on.

The Dolt-o-meter has been zapping like crazy this week. Only a few:

    • World Cup nasty. Uruguay’s Luis Suarez bit an Italian opponent during the game Tuesday. Dude. No accident. His shoulder didn’t jump into your mouth. And this the third incident? Even toddlers would be told not to return to play group with this record. Rumor is Suarez may face suspension. Coaches of kid soccer teams are worried – if the super stars do it, will it be imitated by younger wanna-be’s? They are already concerned about NFL stars’ behavior influencing children. Football or futboll. More in common than thought? (Wait. No thought required for either? Worrisome trend.)
    • “…dead broke when we left the White House.” “Not truly well off?” Hillary, please. Guess it all depends on your definition of “dead broke” and “well off”. $200,000-per-speech speaking fees (and Bill probably makes more)? Million-dollar book advances?(ghost writer and real authors wincing) Supposedly made more than $100 million since 2001? Their trusts and taxes. Sigh. Despite the “debts”, hush now, Hillary/Bill, you’re just making things worse.
    • And someone please grab their daughter Chelsea of the Christian Louboutin red soled peeptoe high heels: “I tried to care about money, but couldn’t” (And how much did your apartment cost? 10.5 million? A $3 million wedding. A $600,000 annual “salary” from NBC? Always awarded top salary at every career jump) Dolt-ism may be an inherited trait.
    • Or quite possibly a virus spread by close contact? President Obama speaking about moms supporting kids said he was raised by a single mom who worked hard to provide…” Uh, Sir, no disrespect, but it appears you were conveniently handed off to grandparents and attended private schools in Hawaii. Don’t even know where to start with this one. Hawaii.
    • Need some meditation? You may be asking for medication instead. Cheaper. The D.C. Council has approved a plan to add a city sales tax for gym memberships, dance classes, yoga classes, and personal trainers. It’s on the mayor’s desk waiting signature. In a town where there’s so much “concern” for healthy diets and lifestyles for the nation, in a town where there is an acknowledged “serious problem with obesity” (mayor’s office) this seems counter productive. They tax running shoes and sporting equipment. Still seems doltish to tax people who are trying to exercise and stay heathy.
Well heeled Chelsea Clinton in  Christian Louboutin heels. (Image: Anthony Behar.Spipa USA/Screenshot eonlin.com)

Well-heeled Chelsea Clinton stylin’ in Christian Louboutin. Do you remember the fairy tale of the Red Shoes? She probably doesn’t either. (Image: Anthony Behar.Spipa.USA/Screenshot eonlin.com)

Moving on.

Don’ts. No one likes those. But here they are.

Many good-hearted people were loudly proclaiming “compassion” are now yelling “Not in my backyard”.

It’s the largest human migration into the US in a long time.

By end of the year over 90,000 unaccompanied children are expected this year trudging in from Central America. (Over half way to that number now) That’s in addition to families also arriving.

Rumors in Spanish language media encourage the trek saying those who get here, will be allowed to stay.

“‘They almost never go home,’said Gary Mead, who until last year was director of the Immigration and Customs Enforcement office responsible for finding and removing immigrants living in the country.”

Bigger population relocation than after Hurricane Katrina. On steroids.

About 65% are male and between the ages of 15-17 yrs.

These are tough kids who have witness violence, trauma, lived in poor health conditions, often malnourished, with little or no formal schooling.

Want some background info? (No hope for answers without knowing the story)

Currently the new arrivals are being held in old warehouses and military barracks in the border states. But Health and Human Services must process and move unaccompanied children quickly, by law.

That’s the problem: where?

1919. May Allison. "Fair and Warmer"Shadowland.ScreenClassics/US PD. pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org

Don’t. The headaches are just beginning.(1919/US PD. pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

There aren’t enough foster homes for kids already in the CPS systems.

(Orphanages were abandoned in many states long ago. Children don’t warehouse well.)

Besides, older foster kids are “difficult”. These don’t speak English.

Seriously, think these kids will listen to foster parents who try to provide structure, discipline, and some guidance? (“No you can’t go out. Finish your homework. Wait where are you going?”) Potential foster parents may rethink.

Just think, at 18 kids “age out” of the Foster Care System (which provides food, clothing, housing, healthcare, safety)

Homeless, limited English, little education, few marketable skills – except how to survive. What are their chances? And soon they will be old enough to vote.

But these kids have to go somewhere. (currently here and hereBut not here:

    • Washington Times. Residents force feds to scrap plans for housing immigrants at old VA college.
    • New York. Buffalo News ““The U.S. Department of Health and Human Services and General Services Administration will be conducting an initial assessment of Lexington Commerce Center in Rochester, NY (located at 1600 Lexington Ave.) and the Byblos Niagara Resort in Grand Island, NY (located at 100 Whitehaven Road) to determine whether it may be used as a facility for temporarily housing children who have come into the United States from other countries without an adult guardian,” wrote Cuevas.” Uh, no. Don’t come.
    • New York City. NY Times. “Surge in child migrants reaches NY, overwhelming advocates”
    • Greece, NY “Opposition builds” (former Kodak International Distribution Center)
    • Chicago area/Illinois: “HHS reversed decision to house illegal alien children at Olympic Fields”
    • Lawrenceville, VA. Immigrant Center Plan halted. Strong opposition by residents
    • Bristol, VA. Virginia Intermont College considered.
    • San Diego. (USA Today). “Fed shelve plans to fly migrants to California.” Or some of them….
    • Escondido, CA. U-T San Diego. “Congressman blast plans to house immigrant children”
    • Murrieta, CA. Village News. “City rescinds offer to shelter immigrants”
    • Could go on… Plane loads have already gone to Boston area. Some may be headed to Lansing, MI, and other places…

They have to go somewhere.  So many unexpected don’ts.  

Hansel and Gretel.1909. Grimm/Rackham, illust./US PD. pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org

Honestly, some do look like this and will be easy to place. But a whole bunch are headstrong, resourceful, streetwise almost adults who are far older in experience than in  years.(1909. Rackham/US PD. pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Suddenly, despite all the showy outpouring of compassion, it’s “Not in my backyard.”

There’s going to be culture shock.

For them.

And for the residents and children in the neighborhoods where they resettle.

Some already know. There will be costs.

Money will have to be pulled from other areas to address the unique needs of these new arrivals.

It is what it is. (And they are not going away. So get ready to deal.)

A crisis that will affect you sooner or later.

Might want to stay informed.

The newcomers need some assist to mesh into society…or else.

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Gotta learn the steps. A little help makes getting into the swing of things easier. (between 1938-1950.LOC/US PD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

End of the long and rambling road to here.

Know you’re just de-lighted about that.

Probably dog tired, too

Tales done until the Dolt-o-meter jolts to life again.

Until then, enjoy the paws.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

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Tail waggin’ exit. Donna heads home. Forever. (click2houston.com)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

June 24, 2014 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Missing U.

Worried now.

Not only forbidden to bring it into the house, not suppose to even touch it.

Like it was poison or somethin’.

Well, so much more the delight when discovering there was one last one.

Getting it inside the house hadn’t been easy.

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Hoping some light will be shed on the subject? Light. Not cat hair. Enough cat hair already. ©

Always the ritual: “Let’s wash those up. Who knows what’s been picked up outside.”

So hard not to smile broadly when loaded with The Secret.

Just couldn’t help a little tight-lipped upturn, though.

It escaped notice.

Whew! Stage one completed.

But where? Didn’t know there wouldn’t be time to secure it in a safe place before all that rushing to get in the car. Unfair! No one said anything about that. No chance to quickly dart away and drop it off unnoticed.

Hurry, hurry. Find a place.

1913 Fashion by Cheruit:Piere Brissaud ill. La Gazette du Bon-Ton (US public domain:expired copyright/publication date/commons.wikimedia.org)

Toodles! Perfect children. Perfect life. (Nuts – she’s bound to be totally nuts) (1913 US PD:pub. date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Know it was put around here someplace. Someplace close, but not easily seen.

Under the couch?

Casual glance over shoulder and, then, a cover story to consider.

Yoga. Downward Dog. Works.

Oh, yuckie. Could be a whole ‘nother cat down there with all the clumps of hair.

No, Mom, never going to pretend it’s “angel hair”. Really?

Would be some raggedy lookin’ angel…and a bald one by now judging by the amount hair rolling around under here.

Oh, double yuckie,

It’s all sticking to knees and tummy.

That’s goin’ to cause some questions…and some chores…and for nothing!

3 Little Pigs, 1904 (Leslie Brooke:Library of Congress: US public domain.:expired copyright/artist life+70/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Beware. It’s wilderness down there under the couch. Take a map or GPS.(1904/US PD:exp.cr/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Wait. Hopped back and forth on the couch (and got yelled at) just before leaving.

Maybe stuffed down between the cushions?

Oh, gross. Has to be worse than noodling in murky water.

Chip edges are jabbing sharp and they smell. Unidentified gritty stuff, too.

MORE cat hair? Is it trying to merge then split like an amoeba?

That’s all we need. A cloned cat.

They say clones aren’t identical and may have a flaw. Great. A flawed original producing a copy with an even bigger flaw? No more paws! no more paws!

Where could it possibly be?

The room surveyed with memory spinning on instant replay.

The fireplace! Of course. Brilliant reasoning: both the hiding and the finding.

A quick shove of the mesh screen, a deft drop, and the swaying metal links hid everything.

There, nestled like a golden nugget in a mountain stream, it sat. Hiding among the lumps in mostly plain sight.

Gently it was plucked out. Now to escape outside far away from accusing eyes.

It’s so hot grownups won’t want to follow and scold. Yeah, great plan.

Just so wonderful, can’t help a little chortling with joy.

Story of Honey and Sunny, Fairy tale. Evelyn Sharp:gutenberg.org:US PD:Commons.wikimedia.org)

Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Treasure and me away!
(Evelyn Sharp/Gutenberg.org/US PD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

“Molly! What do you have in your mouth? Something’s clacking against your teeth.”

What is it? Give. Unclamp those jaws. You cannot eat fireplace rocks – who knows what they actually are.

Open. You’re not getting away with this. OOOH-PEN those teeth up now.

Arrrrgh, don’t do that snortie grrr-ie wolf-eyed glaring thing at me. You can’t haaaave…the acorn?

“Where did you get the acorn? Steal it from a squirrel stash?” 

If you dug another hole in the yard, you’re in such trouble!

Apparently some things are better left buried, but that really seems nuts to a dog. Ask any of them.

Seek and ye shall find. (An assignment for Writing 101)

Hiding nuthin’

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

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Yeah, I got the look. Can’t scold that. Gnawed window? What gnawed window? Do I look like I’d eat the house? That’s a rhetorical question. ©

 

 

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