There’s a rabbit that sits on the lawn between our house and the neighbor’s.
This drives Dolly Gee Squeakers (formerly of the Humane Society Squeakers) mad. She sits, for hours, in the window, unblinking, the ice cubes in her gin and tonic slowly melting.
With the heat of the summer finally breaking, the cats are free from the confines of the duplex proper and are now allowed out on to the three-season porch; and while Liza Bean Bitey (of the Minneapolis Biteys) divides her time between following Willie (who looms as a deity in her eyes) and speaking cryptically into her new Blackberry about “coups” and “land grabs”, Dolly Gee has settled her long-haired butt into one of the many windows at the front of the house, anxiously awaiting the return of her rabbit.
As has been noted in previous entries on the cats, Dolly Gee has a lot to say and says it often. Of course, it all pretty much sounds the same, but I appreciate the way she fixes her bright blue and slightly crossed eyes on my face while she does it, her little black lips separating to reveal a number of gaps in her gums…
Apparently Dolly Gee has gingivitis.
A cat with gingivitis.
Live and learn, huh?
Her lack of teeth does not, however, prevent her from chattering with desire for the neighborhood bunnies, and her fuzzy little paws twitch with blood lust.
I’ve promised her that should she ever catch the rabbit that there will be a celebration in her honor, say refreshments and snacks in the backyard, maybe a couple acoustic guitars. Liza Bean rolled her eyes upon hearing this, but Dolly seems genuinely excited at the prospect.
In the meantime, she’s out on the porch, plotting and daydreaming of the moment she is free to give chase.
Even the kitties have dreams.
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