MONA
once again puts current affairs succinctly in perspective from her repose on the south window-sill.
The morning dawned today, 9-10-08, the day after Leland's 21st birthday,with the outside thermometer at 48 degrees. The raccoon news office and headquarters of course hasn’t boosted the thermostat and won’t for some time. It's blanket and sweater and sweat paints time, and the down comforter will soon be brought out.
We walked to the post office through the former Silurian park, to mail a gnome figurine to our daughter Laurie in Alaska; Wasilla, Alaska as a matter of precision. (Yeah, we know.) The sun had risen and things were getting comfortable, almost too warm for the sweat pants, our winter uniform.
Mona is 18 years old, and is a sun-worshipper. The north side of the house might as well not even exist for her. She recently underwent a procedure at the vets to remove a bowel obstruction ($428 but we love her) and is merrily & regularly excreting now as though she is a kitten, devouring her food and properly & precisely using her litter box, a new one.
As readers know, she is also literate.
After softly mumbling through September Song, she turned and said:
"You know, without the sun, we'd be dead."
The morning dawned today, 9-10-08, the day after Leland's 21st birthday,with the outside thermometer at 48 degrees. The raccoon news office and headquarters of course hasn’t boosted the thermostat and won’t for some time. It's blanket and sweater and sweat paints time, and the down comforter will soon be brought out.
We walked to the post office through the former Silurian park, to mail a gnome figurine to our daughter Laurie in Alaska; Wasilla, Alaska as a matter of precision. (Yeah, we know.) The sun had risen and things were getting comfortable, almost too warm for the sweat pants, our winter uniform.
Mona is 18 years old, and is a sun-worshipper. The north side of the house might as well not even exist for her. She recently underwent a procedure at the vets to remove a bowel obstruction ($428 but we love her) and is merrily & regularly excreting now as though she is a kitten, devouring her food and properly & precisely using her litter box, a new one.
As readers know, she is also literate.
After softly mumbling through September Song, she turned and said:
"You know, without the sun, we'd be dead."
Dear old Mona. Another bulls-eye! Thank you.
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