I have to make an announcement

Now hear this!


      My cat is a brave and deadly hunter!

     For point of reference, this is my cat.

     She made a triumphant kill this morning around 4. Sadly, she had to wake me to do it. Trilling, meowing, chirping. I'm sure that's what woke me. At first I thought she was just being needy.

    I got the light on and saw her prey - a hapless moth that had somehow gotten into the condo. She jumped after it, swiping the air with her paws.

    After a momentous struggle she trapped it in the bathroom and devoured her prey.





     I managed a few weak cheers and went back to bed. Yeah, I am unappreciative of all her hard work in keeping us both safe from low-flying moths. Right now she's on top of the cupboards having a nap. A well-earned rest, no doubt.


BYE.

Gardener Genn

 Gordo was feeling sentimental that evening. Relations between him and the door remained hopelessly doomed but it was time to move on. He'd spent the evening before pondering his future and the things that had made him happy. Now it was time to act.

 He planted a seed he'd found on his doorstep (maybe a gift from his old flame?) and dedicated his time to caring for it.

 During the day, when people were out living their lives, Gordo would stay home with the plant and his newspaper. He read out the sports scores and gave the plant all the details about the Girl on Page 3.
Hard to tell who was blushing more by the end of it.

 At night, before he went to bed, Gordo would get into long monologues over the concept of life, plants, and the girl he'd read about during the day.

And then, it happened. His new companion began to put out lovely little flowers. Gordo rejoiced in his little room; secure in the knowledge that he had a new friend.




The End?

Genn still sorrows

 Another day, another reason to rage at the world.

 At times, Gordo's sorrow and desperation were so great that horrifically burned pancakes sent him into a frenzy of delight.

 Sadly, he paid for eating those pancakes later.

 Gradually, Gordo pulled himself up from the morass of his sorrow and sought wisdom and insight.

Gordo discovered old interests and found he had the energy to enjoy them. Now it was just a matter of making a decision.

The Sorrows of Genn

 "Intoned the crow.... Hmm, doesn't sound right. Maybe if I rework it."

 Gordo Genn felt a strange heaviness this morning. He sat on the floor of his kitchen and let his thoughts wander. Sometimes this helped. He'd been introspective since childhood but lately, something serious had been on his mind.

 "What's love, anyway?" he mused, staring forlornly at the cold wooden surface of his affection. "I loved this door. I installed her with my own hands... gave her the best shellac treatment I could afford... we had so much fun for so long. Now she stands there; cold and unfeeling."

To take his mind off of his lost love Gordo went for a long walk. His steps took him to a quiet pub. Drink in hand, he looked out the window and pondered. "So cold and sad outside... or is that just me?"






To be continued....