Charlie the Christmas CatCharlie the Christmas Cat8 years ago in Christmas Prose
It all started with a banana.
No, wait. Thats not quite right.
It all started with Paris.
Ive always wanted to write a story that started with Paris. The Louvre. The Seine. Notre Dame. Paree.
Ok. Let me just clarify that Im not in Paris. My friend Myra is. For Christmas. And today is the first day that Im going to check on her cat, Boots. Boots Pierre. I dont know if he is aware of his full moniker. Right now his only interest is in cat treats.
So I hang with Boots for a while. Do the usual cat chores. And as Im on my way out the door, I notice a banana in Myras kitchen. It is already spotty with brown over-ripeness, and I know in ten days time, Myra will come home to a smelly pile of mush with fruit flies. I grab the banana and head to the alley behind the
FreezingFreezing8 years ago in Winter Flash
Ive heard it said that freezing to death is not actually a bad way to die. Well, I think Ive been slowly freezing to death every winter for the past ten years, and its not a pleasant way to die either. I wonder how anyone came to that conclusion, since nobody whos been through the whole process is really in a condition to speak about it. I think its maybe just supposed to be the late stages of it that arent bad, and maybe I havent been that far, but it still seems to me that if its bad for a while it doesnt really matter if its not that bad right at the end.
Anyway, my opinion surely counts as much as anyones. Ive been through part of it, after all, repeatedly. It is as if every September I begin getting colder and colder until March when I slowly start to get warm. Its usually August before I feel completely warmed, and then of course the cycl