Been sitting here working on a few things and gearing up to write for a while tonight. As I’ve been working, the cats have moved constantly between the two open windows, bouncing back and forth every twenty seconds or so.
Every so often, they’ll both end up looking intently out the same window. A few minutes ago they crouched down low and I got up to see what they were looking at.
The three of us watched as a very junior little skunk made his way across the neighbor’s yard.
A few years back, before the cats, I considered getting a pair of skunks — you have to get them in pairs. They get lonely.
And yet, any time I’ve ever seen a skunk wandering around at night, it’s always been alone.
Back to work…
(No, I don’t know what the title of this post means either. It was written in the margin of my notebook. This was something I heard while I was writing last year, a half-dream I had while I was falling asleep with the pen in my hand.)