My Cat, Willie Explained the Summer Solstice to Me Today
And by golly, he did a pretty good job of it! At least as far as I could tell. Who am I to argue with a talking cat anyway?
It’s one of those later June days here in southeastern South Dakota. The temperature is creeping up into the high 80s and maybe going to kiss 90. There’s a warm southerly breeze blowing through the window open in our home office as I type this. I can hear a variety of birds singing in the trees on the front lawn outside.
About an hour ago I could hear my neighbor screaming at his kids:
“Hey! Get off the damned garages. You're not supposed to be up there. Get in the house right now you little fucker! You know what? You’re grounded until your mother comes by tonight to pick you up.”
Ahhh, school’s out. I love the sound of parental caring.
Fortunately, my furry son, Willie and I have a much more congenial relationship — as long as I remember who’s the boss.
Willie is often full of surprises. Oh, I don’t mean turds. He seldom poops on the floor. Unless we don’t get his litter box completely…
