Three Lawyers Walk into the Fargo

Hickory provideth and Hickory Taketh Away

As all food is political, and Hickory is the tyrantacat of the Dogs Plot Cats, even though he has food always on his plate here inside, he goes out with me to feed the others, and head bumps them in a family way, and joinst them for a bite, unless he first needs to chase Tramp away, whom he doesn't tolerate for some reason, catilitical. Lately, because it has been cold, I feed them both dry food and soup of my left- over food. Hickory was already outside somewhere this evening when I put the soup and crunchies. Out hunting, as it turns out and because he wants to be an independent provider, he didn't just eat his mouse where he caught it, but brought it up to the feeding place , lay down with the mouse, growled at everybody, and ate the whole thing himself. I once had a little hawk, a kestrel, that I fed on mice the cats brought in. But he would always leave the gall bladder. I mean...wouldn't YOU? Is it because of domestication that Cats sometimes lack god-old animal sense?

Cat fishing flycast

Hickory, cat number one, knows the fly is not reeal and has learned to suspend disbelief, like any nineteenth century poet, but the outdoor Cats, Roody and Ocean here, just think I'm being weird. Later, out back in the weeds, I will try some long-casting instead of just dapping like you see here ... and then we'll see who's a fool and a pussy. Probably have to wait till Spring, but I can take the time to tie up some new flies. I can make a mouse from Deer hair .... i have a couple I did right here, then try one out some night soon when it's still and not a creature is stirring. You know the kind of night I mean.

Possums For Dindin

You can eat anythibg we got at the Dogs Plot Resturant; you just don't get to choose your dinner companions.

No Bird thou wert

The Cat Turned Back

Hickory skedadled because Malcomb the plumber came to stop a flaming gas leak, and Hickory doesn't give a crap about flaming or bloody gas leaks, but he is cautious about all strangers and deeply afraid of HOOMAN strangers, as well as clinking metal sounds, and when Malcomb had come and gone, I invited HJickory in, but he no sooner got in the door, than he changed his mind .... some kind of superstitous sign reading and he bopped right back out ... though a few minutes later, he agreed to come in the other door because, as anybody who knows, knows, or according to Hickory anyway: if you go in or out the other door, you enter a WHO)LE OTHER WORLD, Be careful Hoomans, and be sure to come back in the same door you went out.

Cats on the Fly