[lit-ideas] Re: True Religion
- From: "Veronica Caley" <molleo1@xxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2011 12:24:42 -0400
I like the poem, but I hope Tribbie comes back. Re torn up cat, I can relate.
We had one dog put down six weeks or so ago when she had gotten to end stage
cancer. We already had another one that will be fourteen in the Fall. So we
got a wonderful, new little Sheltie, all were Shelties. We had her for three
weeks. We went out for three hours to have dinner with friends. When we
returned, there was fur and blood all over the place. The new one attacked the
little old guy. Frantic trip to pet ER. He is now shaved on his neck, head,
under ears and is full of staples. The new one had to be returned. We had her
just long enough to get attached.
Opinion of the vet is that she never heard of a Sheltie attacking anything or
anyone. She had also said that it is almost unheard of for a female to attack
a male. It is a jungle out there and in here. Our hearts are broken for all
three of them, but they are worth it. The little female attacker is three
years old and lived with eight other dogs. She is now back with her pack. I
think she is happy. She will go to another home, but not one with another dog.
Veronica Caley
Milford, MI
----- Original Message -----
From: Mike Geary
To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent: Saturday, June 04, 2011 1:31 AM
Subject: [lit-ideas] True Religion
I
They're talking dollars on Charlie Rose.
All are white men.
I'm a white man.
But I don't understand a damn thing they say.
Don't care that I don't know. Don't want to know.
I just wish they wouldn't embarrass me so --
by being white and all that, I mean.
II
I had four cats.
Now I only have three.
So far as I know, my cats never talked about economic theory.
But if claws are words, they talked a lot about territory.
I let my cats come and go as they choose.
One day Tribbie, my favorite, came home a cripple.
He often came home the worse for wear,
but never before so defeated. It was in his demeanor.
"Buck up, guy," I told him. "Hell, it's been four years
since you lost your balls
You've got no reason to fight. Forget it."
But he couldn't. The next morning, he wanted out. I asked
him several times if he was really sure he wanted to do this.
He stood there staring at the door. I let him out,
knowing it would come to no good.
Haven't seen him since.
Doubt I ever will.
Such a stupid thing.
Stupid, stupid world.
Mike Geary
Memphis
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