April 19, 2007
Dear Everyone:
Greetings on this, the 232nd anniversary
of the first day of the first
American Revolutionary War, which began on April 19, 1775 near
And in certain parts of the third world they like
to say, “Americans favor all revolutions except their own.”
This is a reference to the
American Civil
War, also known as the “War Between the States” or, as “Frankie’s”
neighbors in
Semantics is everything.
My furry, little houseguests are no more. That’s not to say they’re not still very much alive. They’re just not at my place anymore. (Three choruses of “Hallelujah!!!”) Last Saturday I stuffed their furry little behinds into their pet carriers and drove them up to “Jeannie’s” place.
They yowled the whole drive up, of course. But once I got them into the living room and let them out of the carriers, they were quite happy to explore this brave, new world. I don’t know if they recognized it as their previous residence. After all, it had been seven weeks since they had left it.
And the carpet was gone, along with its “aroma”. But the walls were the same. “Jeannie” had set up the litter box out in the garage, and removed the plastic “curtains” in the cat door, so they can now walk directly into the garage. “Jeannie” was actually out buying kitty litter when we arrived and filled the box just in the nick of time.
When I got home later, I called her just to check in, and she informed me that Myrna had “christened” the new flooring by throwing up on it. But clean up was much easier now.
When I woke up Sunday morning, I had the entire bed to myself. No warm little bodies pinning me down. I could stretch in every direction! Later, as I was returning from the grocery store, I suddenly realized: “I can walk straight into the house with the groceries! No chasing little people away from the door with my big, black stick.”
Also, no more putting down fresh food and water every morning before I can go to work. To quote the great Dr. King: “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God, free at last!”
“Jeannie” still has work to be done, most notably the molding along the walls. But she says she can just lock the cats in the bathroom while this is being done. This is assuming she ever gets the door to the bathroom re-hung.
And, although they really are sweet, darling little creatures, no, I don’t miss them in the slightest.
Love, as always,
Pete
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