Finishing the rest of a chicken bone, they are not good for you, you know? 'But my god, it tasted wonderful' he thought , call it a calculated risk if you like, a chance he had to take and now another as he stepped out the back door and leaped down to the grass, over to an old barrel and up on to the fence, a safe haven for four legged felines.
Moving in such a fluid motion you would scarcely believe that it had not been practiced a million times since he was a little kitten, for he was not so little any more.
Spying the approaching feline, a shadow descended the tree until it was ten feet from the fence.
'Good evening', began Mr Magoo as he approached the outline in the shadow, 'Magoo, how are you?' replied the bear, he wasn't really a bear you know, other names could have included monkey bear, native bear, and tree-bear.
He was of course whats commonly as a Koala bear, 'a bear not by choice, but by design', he whispered in loved ones ears 30 feet off the ground, of course he had lots of love to share around, it was like the 60's all over again in Koala 'species' town, Koala love grunting noises too not so cute people, as the 2 species engaged in social intercourse, a passing owl noticing the interchange
To say Magoo was a gossip hound, was an under statement, he loved to hoard idle whispers, some Chinese some French, glossy magazines, you name it, he was a predator for that kind of stuff, not the kind of thing you might be a character trait for a cat, but there, maybe miracles do happen every day?
People gossip to elevate their social identity. You elevate in the social snakes and ladder, you go up, they go down, what goes up? You go down, you go down and then people talk about you, sounds like fun? It gets better
Gossip sets social limits, boundaries if you will, you step over the line and everyone will be talking about it.
'The only thing worse than people talking about you is them not talking about you', Oscar Wilde really was on to something when he said that, and maybe we are on to something too as Magoo told about the chicken he got while Caruso was on the floor
Gossip works really well in areas where everybody knows each other and their business, a gossip ridden rural young person, might yearn for the anonymity of a packed to the brim city of flashing neon lights, where your just about as special as the idiot that dropped his coffee or the chick applying eye liner, what ever that does? The rumbling train is just an extension of her bathroom, and even in her bathroom her cat know her, here on the train rolling eastward, there is no cat and no one cares who she is, its a mutual thing and it happens all the time, some call it life and you can move about in a status called 'anonymity', from 'anonymia', meaning "without a name"
Giving something a name is an important things for things and places, when something has a name, we can talk about it, it could be protected from extinction and developers, we both know what we are talking about or would you like to talk about the 'things' or the 'stuff' and wonder how everything is now different since you were a kid?
Nameless, like a ghost few people know or see, for some the less the better.
Giving something a name is an important things for things and places, when something has a name, we can talk about it, it could be protected from extinction and developers, we both know what we are talking about or would you like to talk about the 'things' or the 'stuff' and wonder how everything is now different since you were a kid?
Nameless, like a ghost few people know or see, for some the less the better.
Gossip can be a good thing as when people know you, and if your known to help people out, your chances of others helping you is increased, doesn't sound like a city thing, now does it?
I know what your going to say, 'What would a cat want to be bothered with gossip for?' Sadly dear reader, this is is a question that has puzzled some of the best minds of our time, yours and mine
'Hmm' hummed Watson, as he listened to Magoo's story, the 'Hmm' was more for the roast chicken than for hearing how the human had a great fall, not that he cared about what happened to a human, he had enough to think about, namely the chicken as Magoo careful to include all the details, savoring each expressions on the Koala's face as Watson flinched when he heard how the human came tumbling down.
Before long the two friends parted company and returned to the respected domain of their species, Magoo was going to have to monitor the new comers in the house and maybe dish out some discipline here and there
Watson slid back up the tree to practice a mating call, Koalas can be heard from up to a kilometer away, they're normally nocturnal and silent. Maybe if they haven't had a bit of action in a while, the pressure kinda gets to their head and they explode, and the Koala shouting works too, the females derive the males suitability, selecting the biggest and the night as he would often say is yet a puppy.
Size matters for the lady Koala in selecting partners and you can have them any color you like as long as your fine with grey and white, they look cute enough too, but have you ever heard them in the throws of passion, with leaves falling on your tent, it's like listening to an old man sleeping in a shaky leafy tree.
And that's fine, it's just in their species, their breeding, their jeans, boot cut, one wonders? Magoo and Mr Watson the Koala were life long friends for sure
