I still cling to the summer of 2003...the summer of my friend, my son, my buddy. It was a time of adventure and fun. Nights of riding bicycles, walking in the moonlight to trees by the pond, the time of Chicago and the city with the tall overlook. And the Louisville football games. The sports show on the local radio was fun with the complex names for the Drew guy; but that faded into the fall and the selling of timber.
I remember the night at the post office when a tabby and orange cat were caught. The orange got away, but the tabby was named "Hamstring". Days later "Skunk" appeared beneath our tire and with "Ozzy" there were three-in the house, which drove me and maybe you crazy.

My dog is barking and I ate after cat...The chicken I had on the couch was eaten by a fat cat who is fed twice a day by a dear lady...I should be so lucky...