I’m posting this for the “C” photo challenge by FrizzText (“C” is for Cat).tag: “A-Z Archive”
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A friend was doing their laundry at my house. When I came home from portrait painting this is what greeted me. My cat Bianca in the friends laundry basket. Note the hangers to the right...not terribly comfy to take a nap on.
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I believe the theory here is, "I can't see you, so therefore, I don't have to move."
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It took a bit of maneuvering but eventually Bianca got everything arranged and settled in for a nap.
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Bianca, “C” is for cat. A very determined cat who allows
me to live in her house.
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As I sit here thinking
of times long ago…
it seems like yesterday.
Alas it’s not.
Thoughts come,
I wonder:
do others there remember
Major League Ball Games,
All-Star Games, too,
with their Dads
siblings…maybe
a group of friends.
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I’m thinking of baseball games,
seeing Micky Mantle,
Stan Musial, Red Schoendienst
Willie Mays, Yogi Berra
Roy Campanella,
Henry Aaron, Warren Spahn,
so many other greats
that came to play in
Milwaukee… when I was young
and learned to keep score.
A diversion to keep me quiet,
I’m sure.
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Sitting by the bull pens
in the right field bleachers,
we could actually watch them
warm up as we stood outside
the wire fence…
now that i think of it, more
like a cage than a fence.
We could also talk to them,
if they were in the mood
(aka: team was winning).
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The days of fifty cent bleacher
tickets is long gone,
and being able to roam the area,
unafraid, just staying within sight
of dad’s watchful eyes.
My brother, six years younger,
wasn’t interested in the game
but in the treats from the
concession stand.
I remember the night as we
were walking to our car,
my dad and I heard a
woeful cry from my brother:
“I forgot Cracker Jacks”!
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