I was restless in the wee hours so I decided it would be the perfect time for some night writing. I stepped out into the darkness. There is a certain quietness at night that I like to curl up with. The night is solemn, it’s still and penetrating. I can do much pondering at night. It is empty enough for me to feel the oneness of everything and I feel connected to it. I walked down the long sidewalk and into the studio.
The usual suspects, Mario, Jacky and Sunny, were already on the scene. Mario sat atop his perch on the desk, Sunny planted herself in the night garden and Jacky was sleeping in my chair.
I write in a converted garage that’s quite nice. It has cherry paneling and two skylights. It’s located at the south end of the garden under a tall pine tree. It’s really more of an office but we call it the studio. This is where all the magic begins. Ha Ha. Well, I like it. It is the perfect place to write.
The cats think it is the perfect place to nap and Jacky has taken a liking to my chair. We have to arm-wrestle for it daily and he usually wins. He’s very muscular. Mario likes to sit atop the desk. Sunny; she’s her own cat and wildly independent. She likes to spend most of her nights in the cool air outside.
Jacky is a recent addition to our family. It can be difficult introducing a new pet to the household. Adding to that the fact that Jacky is almost full-grown and a male. Mario was the ruler of the roost before Jacky came and there has been some tense moments. Mario feels a little put out and perhaps jealous, as well. Jacky is trying to find his place. I know he wants to fit in and as time goes on, he’s doing just that.
“The Boys” ( Mario and Jacky) have been spending time together and I can just tell that someday they’ll be the best of buddies. Sunny on the other hand, still hisses at Jacky once in a while. I hate to say this but Sunny can be a little testy. We love her but she doesn’t have the best of temperaments. M.M. has nicknamed her “The Rat Mole”, A name that has stuck. She also is known by Santino or Sunny two-tones because she is a Calico.
I have just come the strange realization that all three cats have gangster names. Mario, Jacky and Santino. This may mean something, I will have to ponder this…
Just as I am pondering, I hear a sound of rustling in the bushes. It is loud and I and the cats freeze. The two boys and I slowly creep out of the studio to investigate.
We see them and they see us. It takes me a minute before I realise that there are six of them. They are raccoons and they are so cute. I know they are wild but they seem so cuddly. The closest raccoon looked at me right in the eyes. It seemed to be asking me for something. I began to speak to the raccoon in the soft sing-song voice I reserve for animals and babies.
The raccoon inched closer, I think I could have lured it in the house. It seemed so tame. It seemed to be fascinated with me talking to it. It inched even closer, all of a sudden I get tense, I back up right into a potted plant. I let out a small sound of surprise and the raccoons scatter into the night. I curse my clumsiness and gaze into the darkness. It’s just as well.
I laugh as I think of the look M.M. would give me If I brought a raccoon into the house. He already thinks I’m crazy, but it just might be a lunatic he’s looking for.
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