fair warning: on block island or manhattan or in missouri, we can be a little salty
10.25.2011
second spring
The birds have been going whacko, nesting all over again. This little one hopped out of the nest for the first time yesterday, ran into the window, then flew away. The evidence indicates, however, that the thump in the night was The Cat, and that other fledglings were not so lucky.
Luna was at Umberto's when the text came in. At the bar. She downed the White Russian and dragged the tip of her good claw across the flagstone. Like she always did on a pay night. She didn't like frilly tweeting either. Everything changes, frilly tweeters, fancy texters, what happened here? She checked the alley, signed Calico Cal as second man and then went to find some wheels, and maybe a boat or a plane. She knew about the island and she knew what had to be done.
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What cat?
Pam and John's black cat, Luna.
Luna was at Umberto's when the text came in. At the bar. She downed the White Russian and dragged the tip of her good claw across the flagstone. Like she always did on a pay night. She didn't like frilly tweeting either. Everything changes, frilly tweeters, fancy texters, what happened here? She checked the alley, signed Calico Cal as second man and then went to find some wheels, and maybe a boat or a plane. She knew about the island and she knew what had to be done.
As day broke, the fedora and a few feathers were all that was left to tell the tail. But wait.
Tweet. Tweet.
Witnesses.
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