JOE THE CAT II
Joe the cat lay upside down on the back porch with his feet
in the air. His paws looked like white
tulips dangling on their stems.
The mother watched him from the window when he rose to head
for the barn. With the sunlight from the
late spring day behind him, he looked kind of noble in his arrogant
swagger. Next she saw him, he sauntered
to the back screened door with a dead mouse in his jaws, and deposited the
corpse on the Welcome Mat. Work done for
the day, he headed back to the barn.
Soon she noticed Joe the tightrope walker slowing make his
way along the wooden top rail of the paddock out back and light on a 4 x 4
juncture post, where he sat down and looked at Molly. She swung her head his direction lazily, blew
softly, and casually four-footed it over to his post. Put her nostrils, the size of half his body,
on his head. He used her chin as a scratching
post. She sidled up to the rail. He hopped onto her rump. She daydreamed as he nestled down to take a
nap.
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