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Preparing For Luke (Tongue in Cheek!) Friday Luke will arrive, scare our cat, bounding upstairs, Kahlua, ready or not will hide underneath our bed, come out at night, threaten a bit, her world's gone wrong, I can't assure her, "Luke will not stay long!" Our tortoiseshell feline who has the world on a string, can't assert her position, makes a rumpus, enlarges her tail, screeches, threatens and fusses. But the Black Labrador pushes his wet snout under the quilt's ruffles, wants to play, never a cordial greeting, "How are you doing, have a nice day." Our domesticated pet can't go anywhere, defeated and angry, gutturally meows, the jovial ebony canine doesn't notice or care. I can't explain, home ownership is the game, felines have customs, habit you might say; my world too is off kilter, far awry, Luke is a drag, physically a pain... Dread walking him in the rain, I'll go insane, the darn mutt is a bane - I'm counting the days, "The rollicking critter needs to be trained!" Five days is a long time, apparently forever, glad my daughter and son-in-law aren't going on an extended vacation, heaven forbid... Two weeks in Paris, London, Rome or Madrid! Dedicated to Susie, Rusty & Kristie 30th March 2004 Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York. |
 Kahlua (top) & Luke |
