Friend Harvey arrived from our neighbouring country and Duc-the-Rat-Cat went hunting.
Someone told me that male positioning tactics cross the line from human to animal and back again. Proof has been presented a number of times over the years, but I thought dignified Duc would not indulge in such matters.
Harv and I enjoyed a very tasty and wholesome dinner, took a walk to aid the digestion, and settled in for a little computer comparison chat. Actually we were comparing computer games. He did not believe that I could acquire scores over 300,000 in Bejewelled.
When he fired up his computer to show me his version, it was clear why he thought I was exaggerating. His vintage was like driving a Model T Ford after navigating the Autobahn in a Porsche.
Suddenly I heard the cry of a feral-like feline bragging about his kill. A full-mouthed announcement. I dashed to the open door in case there was a plan to bring the morsel across the threshhold. I hit the switch for the outside light.
There it was. The “here’s-proof-that-I’m-mightier-than-you” bounty lay at Duc’s feet. Dead. “Burrwwwow” said this proud, fully de-wormed, freshly de-flea-ed, supposedly domestic creature.
The adult grey rat with the broken neck, and not a speck of blood or wounding, was either tremendously overfed or very pregnant. “Ewwwww. Oh my gawd, Duc. Why do you have to do this?”
Duc jumped onto his cushion in the carport, curled up comfortably and began cleaning himself. There was no intention of eating the beastly creature that was undergoing rigor mortis safely distant from my feet.
Harvey came to the rescue. Using a outdoor broom and a small shovel, he swept the body onto the shovel.
As Harvey carried Duc’s capture to its final rest in a wildly overgrown ditch, I looked over at Duc. With paws hanging over the edge of his throne, he rested his chin on the left one. The right paw was stretched out as though it would receive a shake of congratulations. ‘What is different about his eyes?’ I wondered.
Whereas his eyes would normally have been blinking sleepily and serenely while perched on that cushion, at that moment both were open with pupils extended. He was watching Harvey’s every move.
The expression was undeniable, “Well? Top that.”
It’s not certain, Spirit Guides, whether or not I can shut out the world today and just be with you.
Having an opportunity to change your routine will be worthwhile. We are pleased that you test whether you are entrenched in or locked into routine. Take advantage of being with a friend who is so genuinely willing to give you the time and space to fulfill your personal commitments and yet enjoy the aspects of your life that give you such great pleasure.
It’s especially great that Harv and I can so readily accommodate each others’ independence while sharing the same living quarters. Harvey loves being able to stay self contained. Truth is, I really understand. So here I am, able to remain true to my discipline, and know that he is as content as can be doing whatever he wants to do.
Are you going to check on him and see what he’s doing?
I’ll take my camera and see if I can catch a glimpse of Harvey being Harvey. I’ll share it here. Then I’m going to take him on a walk down memory lane. He hasn’t been back here for seven years. Lots of change – some that he generously helped into being – so he’ll enjoy the soulful snoop. What an easy guest. It helps that I love this authentically good and decent human being because we talk about everything. Everything’s fair game for us.
Enjoy. We’re here always.