7 hours ago
Saturday, January 16
I've been feeding and speaking kindly to the newest stray cat to show up - I feel so badly for him, out in the cold. But he does have the garage to sneak into, and a box and warm blanket on the porch, at least, although he doesn't seem to go into either place. We feed him as much Kitten Chow and wet food as he can hold. I feel very guilty for having not wanted another stray to show up. He is so shy and meek. He is in need and what kind of person would let a hungry animal go hungry?
From "A Christmas Memory" by T. Capote:
“My friend has never been to a picture show, nor does she intend to...In addition to never having seen a movie, she has never: eaten in a restaurant, traveled more than five miles from home, received or sent a telegram, read anything except funny papers and the Bible, worn cosmetics, cursed, wished someone harm, told a lie on purpose, let a hungry dog go hungry.
Here are a few things she has done, does do: killed with a hoe the biggest rattlesnake ever seen in this county (sixteen rattles), dip snuff (secretly), tame hummingbirds (just try it) till they balance on her finger, tell ghost stories (we both believe in ghosts) so tingling they chill you in July, talk to herself, take walks in the rain, grow the prettiest japonicas in town, know the recipe for every sort of oldtime Indian cure, including a magical wart remover.”
My mind swirls constantly with phrases from the books I love, and I paraphrase them frequently. I wonder if that's common.
And here we have the second part of the banner. Just more letters, beginning to spell out "Valentine." See yesterday's post for the beginning, and tomorrow for the end.
Thank'ee for dropping by and I hope you enjoy.