Why do you write the songs that make the young girls cry?
As I make my plans for this year’s trip to Wyoming, here’s a picture from last year.
During my first few hours in Yellowstone, I had stopped to watch some bighorn sheep ambling down a steep hillside when this black bear came up the road and walked over to work on an old carcass. All that was left was literally skin and bones, but the bear has powerful jaws that can break the bones and get at the marrow inside.
The bear dragged off the carcass a ways and then took this large bone and settled down under the tree, lackadaisically gnawing on it much like a dog with his bone.
I’ve been working a lot of extra hours the past couple of weeks, often getting home later than usual, which might be why Templeton has now wanted to curl up with me in the evenings as well as the mornings. One night I as I got home late and started to heat up dinner in the microwave, I heard him bellowing from my office.
Now Templeton’s always been a little vocal when he wants something, but this was louder and more insistent than normal. I ran into my office and he just sat there at the base of my chair, waiting for me to sit down.
I went back to the kitchen and the bellowing started again. This time I picked him up and carried him back with me, he seemed content to watch the microwave turntable spin around. When those long few minutes finally were up and the food was ready, I put him down and he ran back to my office where he circled my chair, murmuring quietly.
When my wife called later to tell me she was coming home, I had to let the phone ring, as it was back on my desk and there was no way I was moving Templeton after finally getting him quieted down. He was madly purring by then anyway, and who am I to disrupt a purring kitten?
After a lifetime of being a night owl, am I becoming a morning person?
Despite going to bed and getting up earlier these last few months, I wouldn’t go that far. But mornings have become one of my favorite times of the day.
Templeton has been hanging out in my office all summer, sleeping in my chair at night and often cuddling up with me in the evenings. But then he started curling up with me in the mornings while I’m having breakfast, often circling my chair and murmuring to himself while he waits impatiently for me to get settled.
After I finally sit down, he hops up into my lap and softly purrs for the next half hour, one of those beautiful little slices of nirvana that you hope will never end. Those moments do end when my wife comes down and tells me it’s my turn in the shower, as if it’s more important that we go to work than stay at home and humor the little ones.
So it’s off to work and my time with the cats has to wait until I get home, when Templeton sticks his little gray head around the door as soon as I open it, and Scout comes running downstairs to welcome me home.