September 25, 2003
David's Cool
That's all there is to say about that. Straight up.
I mean, he lets me ride his scooter. How cool is that?
That little electric thing zips around. "With the wind blowing in your hair, it helps you think + create," he says.
Last night I heard something shaking around in the garage. I went over to our tall kitchen trashcan and saw a little field mouse trying to jump out to no avail. You know what I was thinking...
Food for Mary! While Martha, the fat, lethargic cat, wasn't interested, Mary was nowhere to be found. Probably night time hunting herself. But I kept going to the door, checking to see if Charity Churchmouse was still in the can, and calling for Mary. "Whooffa-woofa-woofe," I call, breathing short breaths of air in and out of my mouth in rapid succession. I must look stupid, but that's how this cat responds. If she hears it, she always comes running. No Mary.
Finally, after about 4-5 check-ups, I heard her meow back at me from across the street. She came running. I picked her up and let her look down into the trashcan. Mild interest overpowered by a fear of being held and possibly stuffed in a trashcan (I've never treated her like that, but neighborhood cats must trade stories). So I sat her down and just petted her and hung out. After she looked comfortable, I tilted the can so she could see the mouse, who was creeping out slowly. Mary stuck her head in, I laid the can all the way down, she rushed into the can and came out with a fieldmouse in her mouth.
I had such fun watching her play with her live toy in the front yard. She'd pounce on it, look around and listen to the nighttime sounds, look down again, see the mouse run away, and chase it down; all to repeat several times. After several minutes of this, I went back inside and popped in "Bringing Down The House" and laughed my face off. I might be cruel, but I'm fair.
