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As I round the corner, I stop short. Rats! There's a cat spread out in my rocking chair! It's our neighbor, Gus. He beat me to it again. I have a love/hate relationship with Gus. He poops in my flower beds, but is one hell of a mouser.
Bug off Gus, I say, stepping up to confront him!
I got here first, he replies, yawning and looking up briefly from that nice thick cushion with his big emotionless but gorgeous yellow eyes.
C'mon Gus, I'm tired. I just want to sit in my rocking chair for a bit - get a load off, you know?
He slowly puts his head down on his paws, closes his eyes and purrs softly in to his nap, claws locked in place. It's been a tough day, he sighs.
Damn! How does this happen, I ask shaking my head as I ease this tired old body down on a hard porch step.
It's winter now and Gus' rocking chair was put away in the shed last fall. I don't have to deal with the insufferable little beast until spring. But I gotta say, I think I actually miss loosing out to the old rascal.
Gus' Rocking Chair • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $250