Jean Claude, the black Bombay and KoKo, the domestic shorthair are having a ball at CCL’s other house ( not in Brookland). Though smaller the house affords them unique hiding places and extra large backyard. This inspired me to include Mel Walters “The Smaller the Club” – the bigger the party- yeah baby.
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It was a lovely cool day Saturday so I decided why not just open the window to my bedroom. I usually keep it closed as Jean Claude and Koko have pushed out the screen trying to reach the birds that congregate on the air conditioner unit that hangs from the window in the room adjacent to the bedroom. But Saturday, I said why not open it for a time. Mistake. As I sat reading the newspaper in the television room JC entered with a little present: a bird, still alive. Apparently he or Koko had pushed out the bottom the bedroom window screen and the bird either flew in or was yanked in by one of the cats. I was of course horrified and screamed, startling JC who released his grip on the creature who then began to fly around the room. Frightened I shut the door leaving the bird inside and went to run an errand, forgetting JC was still in the room. I assumed the poor bird met his fate. To my surprise two hours later, I opened the door and the bird began to fly around the room. I then opened a window, pushed JC out of the room but was not fast enough for Koko who entered and captured the bird, again. I was screamed and Koko released the bird . So I put Koko out and closed the door and put some crackers on the ledge. An hour later I opened the door. No bird. Koko and Jean Claude remained downstairs in the living room. I think the bird, with the help of the crumbs, figured out how to get out the open window and went on to other things.
My daughter CatzandAllDatz AKA , CCL(Crazy Cat Lady) has a beautiful front yard garden. As her mom, I am a bit anal when it comes to yards and I must admit I did not share CCL’s vision when early this summer she and a group of the neighborhood children planted the garden. To me the “garden” appeared to be a mishmash of mums, ground plants and flowers. Where, I would ask CCL (often), is the theme? Why didn’t you just put down grass? , I would say each time I paid a visit. Where , I would ask, is the structure? When, I would ask CCL, are you going to put down more mulch? Soon the rain came, the sun did its work and CCL had mulch put down in between the flowers and plants. Now a living piece of art graces my daughter’s front yard. Isn’t life sometimes like that? A series of unseemingly related events comes together with human inspiration and God’s touch and voila! Faith brings us bouquets.