The Drummer Chronicles, Part 2

Is there anything more precious than a sleeping baby? For me, there is: an animal who actually shows some initiative and gets off its lazy butt and finds itself a damn job. Animals are expensive! Even visiting ones. I love how Drummer's eyes kinda go away when he sleeps. It's like: eyeless wonder cat. When I was in the shower, I heard a curious sound. When I came out, Drummer was looking for a job online. I'm telling you that cat has it all. I don't think THUG WANTED is anywhere on craigslist, but hey you can't blame homeboy for tryin'.

The Drummer Chronicles, Part One

I know I've posted about this cat ad nauseum on Facebook, but not everyone I know is on Facebook, so here's some more Drummer for you. For those of you who don't know, Drummer is my neighbor's cat. He really is more like a dog - he really is more like the late great Benny, my beloved black and white Jack Russell Terrier. More on him in a separate post. Anyway, it's time you met Drummer. He comes over a lot in the wintertime. He usually has a morning snooze and then I put him out. Today, he came by and looked at me balefully. I was sitting in his chair. As soon as I got up, he popped up and had a little snooze. Then he had an asthma attack. Pretty standard morning for him. Then, he cleaned himself. Then he went outside to kick some ass. He's pretty much a thug in our 'hood. He likes to hang out in the street, like a punk-ass. The FedEx and the UPS guys all love him. They recognize a kindred spirit, a brother. Then, he spends the day reconnoitering and muscling his way around the various yards. He kicks ass and takes names. Possums, squirrels, rabbits, birds, other cats. Fuhgettaboutit. It's Drummer's world, and we all just visit it. Love that cat.