9 July 2003
The hunter spotted his prey. Slowly, cautiously he waited for his opportunity. His tail
twitched anxiously but he bided his time. Suddenly his target was on the move. Instantly
the two were in a race to the death--leaping over obstacles, one running for his life, the
other hoping for a morning snack.
This is the scenario which greeted me around 5 a.m. this morning. There was rustling,
then crashing and then the thump-thump-thump of feet, then more rustling and crashing.
From my perch on the couch, with my leg dutifully in the upright and locked position, I
opened one eye and saw Chew, the Mighty Hunter in hot pursuit of his prey. What his prey
was was not immediately apparent. However, as I struggled to get to my feet to check out
what had gotten the cat so wired, a tiny figure zipped past on its way to the front hall.
Chew was in motion in an instant.
The whatever-it-was (I assumed it was a mouse) apparently ran behind a bag because Chew
sat there forever, staring at the bag. I got tired of watching and went to make coffee.
When I came back, Chew was still sitting there. I got my book and started to go back to
the couch when Chew was in the laundry room. There were scuffling noises and next thing I
knew there was Chew with four teeny paws wiggling on either side of his whiskers, a tail
waving frantically, the mouse's head inside the cat's mouth.
Hard to know what to do in a situation like that. I decided to let nature take its
course and may the best beast win.
Chew dropped the mouse to play with it, the mouse made a mad dash for the kitchen and
the last I saw of him, he had run under the stove.
My day today has been a cat sandwich--it began with Chew the cat chasing a mouse and
ended with a production of "Cats" at Sacramento's Music Circus (to the best of
my knowledge, there were no mice eaten during the performance).
In between was 400 miles of highway that had to be covered. We managed to leave Walt's
sister's house at 9 a.m. on the dot, as scheduled. I felt bad that Walt had to do all
the driving this time. On the ride down he had Jeri to help him, but she was staying
behind to do wedding stuff. He was stuck with me, with the use of only one hand, and his
90 year old mother with macular degeneration, and very little usable vision. So he had to
do it all.
We had a couple of brief rest stops, and then a lunch stop at a place out in the middle
of nowhere (which pretty much describes most of Highway I-5) called The Apricot Tree. This
restaurant's claim to fame is that its owners have been collecting metal lunch boxes for
years and own more than 1200 of them, and they use them to decorate the restaurant. The
beams are topped with lunch boxes and the dividers between the booths are plexiglass boxes
which contain thermos bottles. Now you can't say that isn't different!
A mere 8 hours after we started, we were arriving at Walt's mother's retirement
community. We had a quick dinner in the dining room with her and then went to see
"Cats." Not exactly the way I would ordinarily choose to end a long day on the
road, but I had to review the show--and now (1 a.m.) I have to write the review.
I came home to 12 messages on the answering machine, about 8 of which were from the
office, which apparently didn't understand that I wouldn't be home until WEDNESDAY. I'm
wondering how things went today, the second day of work for my replacement. I'm sure I'll
find out tomorrow.