Georgie Doggy called me up this morning. "Hi Uncle Jim. Havent seen you in awhile, I don't think. Have I? "

   "You saw me not too long ago, " I lied, and settled into my patio chair in Margaret' s garage, about 700 miles from where Georgie was calling. Connecticut, our old stomping grounds, and where my sister, his Mommy, still lives. Still seeing the New Guy. Going on spontaneous trips, spending all my inheritance on fun , God bless her and I hope she and Gary whoop it up another 20 or 30 years, well into their late 90s. Maybe get another dog, a smaller better behaved one, when Georgie kicks off in a few years.

  "Oh yes, we walked, we ate pizza, we sniffed that lady you brought to meet Mama. She smelled good. So did you , that day. Kinda...the same. But different."

   "Mmmm hm. Yeah, uh, I will be around in awhile. Right now I am , ah, visiting a nice family with two nice doggies you would like. A neurotic deeply anxious and seemingly depressed corgi named Arthur who is twice the size he ought to be because his mommy and his grandmom give him too many fucking treats, and another freaky little doggy called Fuji, a Japanese chin who thinks he is a cat. "

    "Do you take them on long walks in the woods like you do me?" he said a bit petulantly.

    "Actually, no, I walk them around the block and drag em home they get so darn exhausted, ha ha."

   "Oh good, " Georgie said. "Mommy still walks me, and the dogwalker Mr. Mark too, but I like walks with you. Remember the time we jumped on those pretty girls, the girl in the orange shorts and her puffy white little girl dog Fluffy? "

    "I don't jump on girls anymore, Georgie. Or...only on one girl. Her name is Margaret and she is very soft and tastes good and smells great."

   "Oh wow. Bring her by some time. I will sniff her middle and tell you all about her. I am sure I will like her, though."

   We chatted awhile, him telling me of my sister's household---still the same---and her adventures with the New Guy, and trips all three of them take to "hotels that don't discriminate against doggies...there aren't a lot of them, yknow".

   After I got off the phone I realized I forgot to tell h im about two recent additions to our household, Frank and Emy, a black male cat and a smaller, younger female taken a bit too early from her mother but mothered by Frank. The two are inseparable.

They are  currently down in our bed room because their grandmother , Margaret's mother, has not yet reconciled herself to the inevitable: that they are here to stay. At first we snuck them in the house and hid them , but Frank escaped and came to the attention of Margaret's son Alex who lives in the basement with us and the cats, and he ratted us out.

   "Get. Rid. Of.Them. I do not want cats. Take them to the Red Cross. I mean the AS, P? C. The shelter. Get rid of them. Now."

   We didn't and they escaped again.

   "I thought I told you to get rid of those cats! Now!"

   We didn't, and aren't going to. We are in a Mexican standoff but we are gonna stand longer than she can.

   I went down to see Frank. He was curled up with Emy on their cat condo scratchpost.

   "Hello, Father, " he said. He swatted Emy awake. "Daddy!" she squealed.

   "Hey guys. I just talked to, oh, I guess you would call him your cousin. A dog named Georgie. He is named after my dad, Frank, like you are named after Margaret's."

   "Isnt that interesting," said Frank dubiously. He has the natural inclination as a cat to be uninterested in human things unless they are fun or fascinating, but he at least pretends to listen to me and says polite things in response. It is because he sees himself as the alpha animal in the house; his meeting with Arthur the corgi was comical. Arthur slunk out of the room, overcome by his alpha status immediately. Frank now of course considers Arthur torture-able because of his extreme non-threateningness. It is painful to watch sometimes.


   "yeah he misses me terribly, " I sighed.

   "You aren't going anywhere, are you?" Frank tried to say disinterestedly.

   "Nowhere, except back upstairs. See you later."

   As I opened the door a crack the little shithead made a run for it. I slammed it and swatted him out of the way gently with my foot. "Nice try, buddy boy."

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Comment by Zanelle on September 1, 2015 at 10:27am

I always liked Georgie.  You didn't tell him about the new baby coming to your family.  It just dawned on me that you will be an Uncle Sortof.   Family...  There is a Humane Society just up the street from me.  I have been thinking of going in there and finding someone to talk to....

Comment by koshersalaami on September 1, 2015 at 10:31am
One of my cats likes to escape.
The other escaped once, spent a year and a half missing, and doesn't want to go outside any more, thank you.
Comment by James Mark Emmerling on September 1, 2015 at 10:34am

Get thee to the Humane society, Z, toot suit.

Nothing like an animal for, uh, an old person. Except this darn mother of Margaret's. Welll, it is a case of "not seen, not heard about'' I guess with the old dame.

I am gonna be a GRANDPAPPY is the way I am gonna play it by the way.

you liked Georgie? hm. yeah, he was ok. Hard to handle. I suppose I miss the goddamn fuckhead.

Comment by James Mark Emmerling on September 1, 2015 at 10:35am

Kosh,that darn cat!!!

These cats aint gonna ever know of the ''outside'' I swear.

Wish me good luck on that!

Comment by JMac1949 Today on September 1, 2015 at 11:04am

R&L ;-)

Comment by Zanelle on September 1, 2015 at 11:25am

Ok  Good.  Yes, old people stuff is something new for me.  Am I old at 68?  Grand something I guess. 

  Well, I have another issue apparently.  (Are you starting to see why I live alone?)  I don't like to think of cats indoors all the time.  It seems you and Kosh both have cats who are house bound   BOUND!  Never to know the joys of the earth and yet so...oh so just doesn't seem right to me and makes me very sad.

Comment by Zanelle on September 1, 2015 at 11:26am

Great photo additions.  Thanks.

Comment by James Mark Emmerling on September 1, 2015 at 11:29am

Thanks jmac I know of yr deep fondness for dorgs and Katz

Comment by James Mark Emmerling on September 1, 2015 at 11:31am

Boo hoo Z.

I feel a qualm too sure but I know how I would feel if my precious babies were to go missing or get killed by a car or eaten by an eagle or raven swooping over head. Or a vulture. We get a lot here.

Comment by Rosigami on September 1, 2015 at 11:34am

Cute post. Orange female cats are relatively rare, you know. The vast majority are male. 


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