June 7th 2008 6:25 am
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When discussing the names of things, it is customary to quote the Bard:
"What's in a name?" Asks Juliet while musing on her balcony over a boy she just met at a party. "That which we call a rose/ By any other word would smell as sweet..." Of course, Romeo is hiding in the shrubbery and hearing every word she utters is delighted!
Similar delight is shared by the cat called Cupcake as he slinks around my yard prowling for my chipmunks, squirrels and birds.
What's in a cupcake? The word evokes images of children at a birthday party snacking on brightly decorated individual mini-cakes. Delightedly dipping their fingers into thick icing and licking them off, they grimace at the sweetness that overtakes their mouths. A thinking dog can often profit at such parties because children are not so careful about where they dangle their sticky fingers which can be gently cleansed by quick and tickly licking, much to the child's and the dog's delight!
But back to Cupcake the cat. Just now he is creeping down the lane toward the apple tree where the robins reside. I am a friend of the robin. Don't get me wrong, I love to chase them as much as any dog would, so did Diggy before he lit out for that Rainbow Bridge, but we both knew no good would ever come from actually catching a bird. Diggy did that once and although the bird was fine, the entire episode ended in disaster with Daddy tremendously upset to find said bird flying about the kitchen the next morning, but that's a different story.
Cupcake kills birds. He has murdered at least three birds from my yard. He drags them back to his yard which he shares with two other cats and a lady and her daughter. One rather large bluebird he left behind. Of course, Mommy found it and shrieked. Since then, I have been on anti-Cupcake duty. I do my best to keep him out of my yard, but he seems to be immune to the invisible fence and crosses back and forth with impunity. This bizarre fact makes chasing him away difficult because he simply skips across that blasted fence and trots along, unharmed.
He likes vex me by sitting on the stone wall at the end of the yard. From there, he watches the birds in the orchard. Occasionally he will pounce on an unaware chipmunk passing over the wall: my chipmunk! I try to sneak up on him because barking from a distance does nothing to deter that Cupcake. He scoffs and then puffs up, pretending he is a lion or something other than an ordinary bird-killing house cat.
One of these days I am going to chase that Cupcake up a tree so high the fire department will have to come to rescue him. I'm going to do it for Diggy.
Right now, however, I'm going to roll in this stinky place in the grass and snooze in my sunny spot on the patio. "To sleep, perchance to dream..." of catching that Cupcake and shaking him, shaking him...
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