October 27, 2009:
For some reason today we received a liver, heart, kidneys and oxtain from a newly-butchered privately-raised heifer.
Then, down by the river to watch the sun go down and have a smoke, was handed a sea-run cutthroat trout by a fisherman.
Hector wanted some of the fish. Jim horsed down a mess of gut clippings; as an outside cat, he knows how to sheer raw meat apart, instead of gulping it in hunks. He is pretty full of himself right now.
For some reason Miss Jane is reminded of Yeats. It is possible that everything reminds Miss Jane of Yeats.
“The heart well worn upon the sleeve/may be the bet of sights,
But never, never dangling leave/the liver and the lights.”
I bet Jim is not only full of himself but full of wonderful vitamins.
A meaty man, Yeats.
Well, as of today, November 14, Jim is full of bite-wounds and ear mites. He took on the aptly-named “Savage,” or the neighbor’s Gus. He is inside feeling sorry for himself; he will be even sorrier when he discovers that cats who fight or will not come back in an hour will not be allowed outside to play with the other kitties.
That’s one of the best reasons to have house cats. My sympathy to the wounded warrior, and I hope he’s learned.