late last nite, or i reckon by normal standards early in the a.m., bugg and i found ourselves victim of a curious glare from a little orange kitty who caught our visages glowing from the pavement as we gazed out of the second story window of our comfy loft. the pool shown a glittery sparkle in his eyes and he looked up fixated on bugg and yowled as though he were beckoning him down to play. lucius was purring like an engine and looked at me playfully as if to say he missed companionship of the non-bipedal variety. for a moment i deliberated on whether or not to take him in. but in the long run i decided it would be more practical if i simply fed him and hoped that he had some place warm to spend the rest of the evening or at least until the sun rose at six. so down the long hall i fled in pjs and flip flops after four in the morning with a cup of iams catfood walking down down the stairs and treading across the lawn to the sidewalk that lay directly parallel to our bedrooms and living room window. this litle orange fluffy orb, who we named michael for reasons i don't even know since i never liked that name - but bugg is very persistent when it comes to rubrics, just stood and stared me down as we locked eyes from across the lawn about a building's length apart from one another. i called to him gently without making too much clatter as not to gather the attention from waking tennants who surely would have thought me mad calling to a strange cat at 4 in the morning dressed in my niteware. as i approached he crossed beneath the wrought iron pool gate and stared as i put the iams nibblets in a neat little pile at a corner of the gate and walked away. michael's no where to be found tonite. maybe he's in kitty heaven.


on my way home tonite as i crossed the mall bayou bridge i noticed an assemblage of tiny feet scattering quickly across the roadside. a school of rodents? mice? i thought an armadillo strange because they don't generally travel in packs. but then i noticed it was little ducklings playing in the middle of the two-lane highway. i had to swerve a bit to miss hitting them and then hoped they would find their way back to the bayouside. dangerous route they were heading since there is always some cruel citizen who would gleefully mow down as many of the younglings as they could muster just for the sheer sport.
i thought about going back to that spot (which is just thirty seconds up the road from where the apartment lies) with some sliced bread to throw in order to lead them back to the bayou.
but then i decided against it. there really is a limit to the loony lengths i'd go to to save some poor soul from an unfortunate demise. and besides, i'm sure by now they've made their way back to the safe confines of the mother's din. unless of course she's dead.