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Koko and Jean Claude really enjoy their time outdoors at CCL’s new house. Unfortunately Koko really wants to explore the neighborhood and has found several escape routes. CCL has attempted to block the free spaces in her backyard with plastic containers and has installed a warning system (the orange plastic container at the top of the fence). No matter. Yesterday afternoon, Koko managed to escape to her nextdoor neighbors yard and quietly returned when she was ready.
(This Post ran in March of 2013 but not much has changed at CCL’s house – Great Escapes continue to happen daily)
(Here’s a post from April 2010 about my Grandmother, Viola “Bush” Doggett
Truth, we didn’t call my father’s mother Grandma or Grandmama. Her name was Viola but us grandkids called her” Me-Me” and her husband William H., “Pop”. Me-Me was an amazing woman. She was very tall and beautiful. My daughter, Catz aka CCL, looks like her. Me-Me raised my dad and his siblings with a tough hand in a predominately white neighborhood in Steubenville , Ohio, an interesting neighborhood choice for an African-American family in the 1920s. You see, my great-grandfather owned three houses in the neighborhood and gave one to his oldest son my grandfather, “Pop. ” Viola also desegregated a hotel in downtown Steubenville by staging a one-woman sit-in in the lobby at the local hotel which had refused (up until the sit-in) to let African-Americans enter through the front door. Me-Me could cook too. Thought about her today while making chicken which brings me to the story about her and a rather unique family pet.
Here’s the story: my father (Bob) and his four siblings (Vivian, Janet, Delores and Harvey) and my Uncle John (Pop’s younger brother who was the same age as my dad), well, ok you get the drift…lots of kids…and a pet chicken. The chicken would prod and cluck and perform about for the children. However, the chicken didn’t like Me-Me — to the point of even hissing or whisping at her. One day Me-Me went in the yard and the chicken pecked her – and then — it vanished. To this day the chicken’s actual fate remains a mystery. My aunt Vivian often said “I don’t know what happened to the pet chicken but I do know we had chicken stew for dinner the night it disappeared.”
Koko and Jean Claude now spend their time at CCL’s house. I’ve been to visit several times of course. Koko is always welcoming and wants to be held, petted and have a brief chat. Jean Claude of course just wants to be let out in the back yard.
Animals bring us comfort, they are friends. That’s what friends do in challenging situations. They are there for us. They speak truth to us. It is important for us to understand the intent behind the truth. Often we have friends that live in far away places or may have passed on. Still the memory of their advice, kind words or their humor lingers.