Lorra lorra laughs!
Thoughtful people must not cede all power to politicians and business interests; we must make our voices heard across the full range of professional, social, and civic circles.(p. 95: Karr, J.R., 2008, Protecting society from itself: Reconnecting ecology and economy, in Soskolne, C.L., ed., Sustaining Life on Earth: Rowman & Littlefield Publishers, p. 95-108)
An Ode to BC
BC arrived, announced by loud cries in the night, but wouldn’t come near us.
This continued for weeks until we caught him and took the hissing entanglement to the vet.
The vet took one look at him and put him in the cooler for the night.
The next day he removed some very personal body parts, shot him full of vaccines, and returned him gingerly to us.
We kept him in the basement while he calmed down, and he hid in the joists of the basement ceiling. Hence BC (Basement Cat — to distinguish him from Basil and Sybil, obviously named).
After a couple of weeks he ventured out from the basement, but still wouldn’t come near us (couldn’t blame him really!).
But then after 2 months, his reserve melted, and he went from unable-to-touch to full tummy rubs in a memorable 24 hours. From then on, he was inseparable, and even Basil and Sybil didn’t mind him too much. And his tummy did grow.
A happy-go-lucky cat, who landed on his feet (despite his “ultimate” sacrifice) and loved every minute of it. But his luck ran out when he failed to sense some lurking coyotes. A patch of soft fur in the grass, a fitting epitaph for a wild softee.