i took my sis up to the everglades yesterday. she wanted to see an alligator and i can't think of a better place than alligator alley, or more importantly, route 41. as much as i could easily waste a week there taking pictures, i decided to skip the camera and just brought along my phone and used that to capture images. take, for example, this boat that puts the modular in houseboat... a sweet, covered back deck even. yeah, that's right, it's for sale.
and of course, the ever elusive, constantly changing because i say so, smallest post office in the world...
there is a young, scrawny, tiger cat who started coming around. he's a small little dude. he'll stand his ground when the dogs approach and jim won't chase him anymore as he's now gotten a bloody face one to many. tab is curious and will go right up to him, but he's none to thrilled with that and will smack her face if she gets to close for comfort. if a cat can do anything to soften my heart it's to stick up for itself when confronted by a large serious animal. at first he'd just kick it in my side ward walking around and yowling and i would go out and love him up which seemed to help. he likes it when you really bear down on his back, and even lets me shake him a little, and rewards me with that strange cat face rub and something between a hiss and a purr. he's super sociable and it seems a total shame that he's lacking in the friend dept. he doesn't even care if you pick him up and when i did so the other day to show him to the prophet, i found a large lump the size of a golf ball in the middle of his belly. weird. smart little fella stopped by while i was eating chicken, so i offered him a piece and he scarfed it down. we shared a yogurt this morning. i have decided to call him mcfinnegan, with fin or finny for short. i'm not going get all crazy cat lady and leave food out for him because that will draw in the 900 billion other cats and i also think it will make it far less personal. when he rolls by and i am home, i'll throw him a tidbit or two and pet him all rough like, cause that's more his bag. he's catching on to my semi-schedule so he gets to reap the benefits of paying attention to his cat watch. i asked around in case someone owns him and word got back to me that he is a lone shark that the crack addicts across the way named tiger. fucking tiger. oh yeah, and don't you go concerning yourself with his friendliness cause he be social. so then, tiger be social. yeah well, mcfinnegan be dead proper folks and i'm just going to help the little dude out when he drops in for some attention. if it comes down to some weird possession issue, i might just slam a pretty little blinged out collar on his neck with a name tag. not because i care who owns him, but because the idea cracks me up. i'm more inclined to think he owns himself anyway.
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