December 12, 2008, 4:15 am
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My early night with the buckley’s mixture last night
was so good for my nervous system and perceptions -
a big night sleep with a full moon can be unrivallable -
and I woke at 6.53am not spontaneously snooze buttoning
(the clocks about 3 minutes set fast so 9 minutes later
the 7am national news begins, among the best on cbc
and I count on my intrigue with the world’s goings on
to get me thinking of getting out of bed. Often,
once they move into lesser stories I grow weary again
and click the snooze button. If next thing up’s calming music
I’m about an hour to an hour and a half late.
In the old days, Caroline C Jones, who’s life was all work
if the truth be known, would be there so time conscious
arriving inches from my eyes at 6.51, pacing, waiting.
Today, astoundingly refreshed, I basically timed
what parts of the news I’d have to miss for several seconds
making it over to the coffee maker and other radio,
and sprung all along through the day.
The harshness of the cold outdoors was gone, no wind,
surely the freshest air since some morning in moncton in the 60s,
and all toronto was in a better mood.
Upon Downsview, the eased off conditions had the
feral cats, the ‘free wild cats’ afoot all over the area,
thousands of catprints, sightings of them, far across lots,
daylong, clearly contented cats, prowling, hunting,
Gem himself was up on one of the cement girters near work
and saw me approaching, seemingly in wait
right near where i feed them, but the bag of dry food ran out
and ive failed to this week. Gem does’t associate it with me
so as I approached he hopped down into Russian Salvage.
He was stunned when I appeared peering over the girter
with the camera and shot off, no picture.
Later as promised I spread out that can of tuna
in three well cat-travelled places around the back lots.
An hour later the nearest still was there
visible from afar, pinkish tuna on the cement girter.
I started to worry about its all freezing
and then being bad for them when it thawed.
But day’s end, jason was staying, so i could
leave out the back, and check all 3 food sites.
The first nearest brought a smile to be sure,
absolutely clean, every speck, a moist bit of cement,
(thats the spot i call the 3 corners
and it is one where sometimes whole batches of the cats
socialize.. really, ive almost photographed it)
The second spot was a The second tuna in snow work was along the hill I climb each day
(photograph of that spot by sunday or monday)
where thick grooves of animal tracks line the snow
nearest the girter, and on the slickest most wellworn path
I’d left tuna in the snow. It’d be a good bet to stay fresh
and clearly would not go unseen. But that was gone too,
the snow was white again. Pleased, I carried on
to the 3rd food site, just before the fence behind Russian Grocery.
That spots a segue between the sheer ravine leading off to the dump
and our area with lots of businesses but also sheds
and piles and junked things and thrown out food. (prized territory)
Well there was Gem, and the best photo yet and ever
so preoccupied with dining he or she didn’t hear me
walking up, and when near enough to succeed
with the flash in the deepening dark blue dusk
8 feet or so, I paused, poised, and resolved to be still
ready to take the photo as soon as gem realized i was there
floashh 0 when Gem looked over this curly fires
lit up from eyes that were not blurred by it
coiled there at the food looking at me not jetting away.
Rather than stay for a second photo i said “Enjoy the night sweetie”
not really choosing the words or thinking about them
just expressing feeling. And immediately began walking
away so that cat’d have no reason to disperse.
At 20 feet I looked back and Gem was fully resumed eating.
It was clover leaf tuna in water so should be fine.
Nicky says tuna leaves ash in the bowel
and jason worried too much food at once
could be a problem, thats why I went to the trouble
of putting the food in 3 different cats territory.
I’m worried of the little black and whites
haven’t seen them in ages, nor the orange cat.
Gem however is full. Bought two more cans on the way home.
Somehow the cat food section seemed all wrong.
And the human tuna was on special.
So happy about it all. On the bus ride home
everyone had had a 21 minute wait and were now
jammed in too tight, having been passed by previous
overfull buses. Everyone was hanging from the beams
and pulling muscles around the turns, and regretting their lives,
when we did the loop through the residential area
and arrived to a stop with a veritable crowd
of adults and children. To the standing passengers
it meant another try at pressing back into the depths of the bus
but that became easier when upon the doors opening
this wealth of cheers came up from the waiting kids
yaaayyyAAAAAyyyyyyyyyyy and people at last
made real effort to use the space at the back.
They always avoid the back on our bus.
The times I’ve made it back there the people who sit back there
sometimes make remarks about, seats open,
plenty of aisle space up here, it’s sonly 2 steps up
but there’s this middle of the bus filler crowd
gets its pole and won’t move. Sometimes the driver
opens only the back door and you ride free
if you’ll go back there instead of blocking his rear view mirror.
It was all perfect, people even talked to me in transit
and at the bus stop. And the best photo of Gem yet.
Looking right at me. *5 photos left on the roll
neninkenlkniienoinoinlkenlknknenononen ~
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