1/29/01 Trunker Spelunker ∼ from Despina's Infamous Green Journal (2/4/16; WC: 401)
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Trunker Spelunker
Monday
Yesterday coming back from Centerville, I grew alarmed to realize that oncoming traffic was blurred. Since my sun glasses were prescription, and redone quite recently, I was highly upset. When I got home, I pulled onto the grass as close to the door as I could get and began to unload. All the meat and veggies were in the trunk. I popped the lid, collected four or five plastic bags at once, then began to head toward the house. As I passed the back door of the car, I decided it was tempting fate to leave the trunk open, so, using my elbow, I tried to shut it. I was working from the back of the lid, so it went down hard, but clicked, and I headed on inside and began putting things away.
This morning, Spelunker Thunder Paws didn't come in for breakfast. He loves to hunt, and I find him all over the farm, so I was not surprised. Sure I was putting out more than enough food for the three remaining toms, I made a mental note to check later to be sure he was round.
At 11, I was going to head down to the mail box with mom's birthday/Mother's day find. I hopped into the car, intending to put it on the gravel circle and walk down to the box. I could hear a cat's meow. All four of the outdoor cats will NOT APPROACH the car with the motor running, although both Spelunker and Jabber feel no restraint about walking up the windshield to the roof.
As I made it onto the gravel, nose facing east, the cries still echoed faintly through the car.
Cat in the engine block? I stopped the car, jerking the key out and pressing the trunk release, which needs to be held down, I headed back that way. Sure enough, Spelunker sleepily crawled from the sleeping bag onto the top of the cooler, I lifted him down to the gravel, where he twined his body around my ankles, purring loudly. I gave him a cursory scratch, then removed the sleeping bag, checking for damp spots, etc.
No input = no outgo, I guess.
The cat food pan was better than half full, so I trilled the cat call, but Spelunker, who'd followed me to the front door, deigned to leave the front yard.
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Last updated 2/4/16 Added to Summercircles from Travelsfar; 11/28/15 standardized heading; chained into novel and added to TOC. 4/27/12
Word Count: 401
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Despina's Infamous Green Journal
Trunker Spelunker
Monday
Yesterday coming back from Centerville, I grew alarmed to realize that oncoming traffic was blurred. Since my sun glasses were prescription, and redone quite recently, I was highly upset. When I got home, I pulled onto the grass as close to the door as I could get and began to unload. All the meat and veggies were in the trunk. I popped the lid, collected four or five plastic bags at once, then began to head toward the house. As I passed the back door of the car, I decided it was tempting fate to leave the trunk open, so, using my elbow, I tried to shut it. I was working from the back of the lid, so it went down hard, but clicked, and I headed on inside and began putting things away.
This morning, Spelunker Thunder Paws didn't come in for breakfast. He loves to hunt, and I find him all over the farm, so I was not surprised. Sure I was putting out more than enough food for the three remaining toms, I made a mental note to check later to be sure he was round.
At 11, I was going to head down to the mail box with mom's birthday/Mother's day find. I hopped into the car, intending to put it on the gravel circle and walk down to the box. I could hear a cat's meow. All four of the outdoor cats will NOT APPROACH the car with the motor running, although both Spelunker and Jabber feel no restraint about walking up the windshield to the roof.
As I made it onto the gravel, nose facing east, the cries still echoed faintly through the car.
Cat in the engine block? I stopped the car, jerking the key out and pressing the trunk release, which needs to be held down, I headed back that way. Sure enough, Spelunker sleepily crawled from the sleeping bag onto the top of the cooler, I lifted him down to the gravel, where he twined his body around my ankles, purring loudly. I gave him a cursory scratch, then removed the sleeping bag, checking for damp spots, etc.
No input = no outgo, I guess.
The cat food pan was better than half full, so I trilled the cat call, but Spelunker, who'd followed me to the front door, deigned to leave the front yard.
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Last updated 2/4/16 Added to Summercircles from Travelsfar; 11/28/15 standardized heading; chained into novel and added to TOC. 4/27/12
Word Count: 401
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http://summercircles.livejournal.com/34969.html
http://travelsfar.livejournal.com/40203.html