Tuesday, January 12, 2016

From Summer:

I saw a cat last night and it was in the street first and then it went under a car. 
Okay, I lied, it was two, maybe three nights ago. 
The cat was scrawny and it spooked easily.  It was grey and it had stripes. 
I asked Patricia to bring out some food for it. 
It was really hot out and I noticed how hot it was while I was waiting for her. 
The cat came out from the car and I put the bowl as close to him as I could without spooking him. 
He didn’t try and eat it.  He went away when I got closer.
I put the bowl closer again but he didn’t want it. 
I brought it inside to give to Charlie and Abbey. 
I thought about the cat for a minute when I came upstairs.  I hoped he had a home. 
I thought about the cat again when I was at my parents’ house for a barbecue today, when I told the story.
It wasn’t a very interesting story but I’m not very interesting anymore. 
I thought about the cat again when I was trying to think of something to write down here.
It isn’t a very interesting story but I’m not very interesting anymore. 
The story isn’t important, though.  It’s how I tell it.
And I didn’t do a great job of that either. 
Go figure. 

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