comes that time interrupting whatever state of pain or pleasure you find yourself in for me to say something not of great import enough for a sunday i dip the memory bucket into last week's waters let my mind go blank and instantly like marcel proust i am assaulted by a smell that of fresh cat poo our new friend sonsie does not go outdoors no i will not write of poo of cat i send my inspiration request in again wait patiently now here comes an image a student sitting in the window of the dog exercise shop beside the school late one morning it's one of those canine romping spots where you pay by the hour she was from last semester's weapons class ginger haired bright inseparable friend of that other girl who talked of horses there's a space at the front of the shop to show off cats those who are waiting for adoption thus to be clear a ginger haired girl with a ginger cat on her lap sitting in a window smiling stroking really quite striking when next i passed the shop the student was of course gone but the cat came over to say hello to chat the next time it did the same in spite of having just got sonsi it occurred to me to inquire about this other cat nine years old very fond of dogs and children all that i thought why not so i returned to find the cat was gone sic transit felix to california someone could paint this David Ritchie, Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html