November 16, 2003

• What a day.   I’ve always known that our cat, piper, was one hell of a tree climber.  She’s really little and extremely fast.  Because every other cat in the neighborhood is twice as big as she is tree climbing is something she learned quick.  She’s quite the huntress as well and when she had Fatboy I would see them hunting together.  Her teaching him the ropes so to speak.  He’s a lot bigger though and deserves his name so I never thought too much about his hunting abilities compared to hers.  Well he has changed my perception totally.  When I went to give them supper he had a headless squirrel on the front porch.   No piper in sight so he has to be the guilty party.  So gross!   Now aren’t you all glad I shared that little tidbit of country living with you.

  
  

  More animal stories.  When I was in third grade Gloria Vasquez invited me to spend the night at her house.  Our family lived in Phoenix Arizona at the time, in a subdivision of houses called Starlite park.  I was pretty excited as this would be my first sleep over that wasn’t next door.  Her house seemed miles away, though looking back, it couldn’t have been to far because no-one rode a bus to school, we all walked.   Her house was great, she had the kind of front yard you could play in. (ours was landscaped with roses, not something you really want to play in.)   her mom was home when we got there. (I was an original 60′s latchkey kid)  And best of all she had food ready.  Something every starving kid, home from school appreciates.  We ate our snack, explored her bedroom and then went outside to play.  We were in the street with the other kids from her neighborhood playing kickball when Gloria’s dog started barking his head off.  Being good little girls we went over to pay him some attention.

  
  

   

  
  

  I leaned over the chain link fence and just as she said “don’t get to close” he sprang up and bit clean thru my upper lip.  The rest of the afternoon is a haze.  I remember her mom trying to fix me up, but the thing I remember most is, that night lying in bed with Gloria, her parents had a fight.  ABOUT ME!  Her mom was freaking out about having to tell my mom about the dog bite, and wanting to get rid of the dog.  Saying stuff like she’ll have scars, they’ll sue.  Her dad was defending the dog, and telling her she was over reacting.  That was the first time I ever heard parents fight.  Man it was a doozy.  Bit in the face by a dog and the worst part was the parents.   My face stayed swollen and really sore for about a week, if my mom and dad freaked I never heard about it, though I wasn’t allowed to spend the night at Gloria’s house again.  And no, for the record I have no scars of any kind from the bite..  Just the ones in my head, from the fight.

  
  

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  If I was dying there’s no question, I would want her to take care of me.

  
  

  PS   She is going to have a baby on Nov. 19 the bouncing baby boy will weigh 7lbs 4oz and be 20.5 inches long.  At least that’s what I guessed in the baby pool.

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