Good morning to you readers. I’m obliged you came by for a visit and read. I went to sleep last night with the thought on my mind to try a run into Kerrville today. I figured I’d wander around in the AutoZone store for a while to see if I could locate some Chinese engineered tool designed to outsmart Japanese mechanical engineers.
But it turned out to be one of those nights when a lot goes on. A high wind rose for a while and started dropping dead tree branches, I assume it was, with a lot of fanfare and drama, on things probably didn’t need any trees falling on them. I recently got that fuel-line bulb replacement for the chainsaw For Want of a Nail – Something Worth Knowing Chainsaw-wise and at that point my middle of the night thinking changed my plans for the day.
Seemed everything was stacking up for me to spend the day bringing down dead oaks and cutting firewood. I settled back to sleep peacefully dreaming of a fire in the woodstove and a few layers less clothing on my agingly fragile bod.
Daylight was still a long way off when I was awakened by a ruckus on the front porch I interpreted as the cats telegraphing me there was a coon out there bothering them, so I got the .22 and the spotlight and went out to unravel whatever was happening. Turned out it was the invader-cat crosswise with Hydrox, second-in-command around here.
I adopted my mean-evil-ugly persona, put down the .22 and started yelling and waving my arms around to break up the spitting growling party, then chased the invader-cat off the porch and across the meadow keeping it lit up in the spotlight. Hydrox was playing point-man, but chasing with no intention of catching. The invader-cat has me figured out, I reckons, and kept turning around hoping I’d say something friendly and we could come to an agreement, adding a cat to the local population.
But that ain’t going to happen. You can’t stop a man who knows he’s right and keeps coming. Hydrox and I chased that cat clean into the woods to the east, me breathing steam and gutsy language.
When I got back to the porch with Hydrox the other three were waiting and demanded a prayer-meeting. They all saw me put down that .22 and interpreted it as an ominous sign I might be sneaking around wondering if we couldn’t fit another cat into the equation. The consensus was that we can’t.
So one of the jobs today is puzzling out how to get the invader-cat into the live-trap and deliver it to one of the herd of wildlife-rescue women springing up like weeds all over the Texas Hill Country.
It looks like a pretty good cat and I’ve got to tip my hat to the fact it’s awfully well groomed for a stray. But it’s a long way from anyone likely to be grooming it. Just the fact it’s survived out in the woods a while, though, has me thinking it mightn’t be easy to lure into the live trap.
Anyway, after daybreak I went out for a perusal of whatever damage the trees might have accomplished and found things are normal, though one’s a lot nearer the ground than it was yesterday. It’s foggy, cold and feels like rain. Maybe I’ll cut wood, and maybe I won’t.
But what I originally intended to tell you this morning was that last night I came across a blog where someone’s discovered an identical replication in nature between a beetle and a parasite duplicating the relationship between government and high-finance interests, multi-national corporations, almost every facet of human organizational structure. I think it might be where we learned how to do all the stuff we do.
Mind-controlling beetle parasite.
Instead of studying cats, chickens, deer and other critters to puzzle out what’s going on with us humans I think I need me one-each of those beetles and parasites. I’ll keep you updated on whether I find one.
Maybe old Franz Kafka wasn’t too far wrong.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 