1.6.18



he was always struckmystified how remembrances simmered up through the murk and marl of his unconsciousness into his bright vivid wakefulness a long long unbroken strand of translucent turning bubbles blip by blip forward and backback and forward every bubble inciting or incited  illuminating

Bugs  he rememberedhe nodded  Bugs

what was he thinking when Bugs reared up in front of his eyesbefore the page of a book he was reading oogling him lopsided  lopsided distended eyes  regarding him from above his small disfigured body his fur coloured soft gray like a mouse  

he was an inbred brother Condor sister queen Truscan jetblack yelloweyed cats that made Halloween wet itself

Truscan refused to feed Bugs she kicked him away from among the litter as they mewled and slogged forward to nurse the other three kittens seemed healthy seemed viable

he kept trying to insinuate Bugs into the feeding

Truscan wasnt have it

the last time she caught Bugs with her hind paw and raked his face a long bleeding scratch from the tip of his nose to the crown between his ears 

Bugs wailed pitifully his hunger compounded by pain alienation too perhaps 

the animal world is not humane 
                                 the thought caused him to laugh sarcasticallychide Thats what humans are supposed to be for black humour what did he make of sociopaths psychopaths  hed levy his animalistic tendencies against them in a heartbeat

he put salve on Bugs wound then cupping him in his handcarrying him tucked up in his arm like a small football he went to Safeway You can't bring an animal in here a clerk said Youre welcome to stop me he replied as he sidestepped the high school oaf he went to the dairy section for a carton of goats milk  

returned home he fed Bugs warmed milk with an eyedropper  he placed him back with his siblings in Truscans refreshed bedding warning herhis face to hers I got the feedings you got the care Got it he hadnt any doubt they didnt understand each other he was her Big Bad Tom she was dicey with most people and they learned quickly to leave her her spaceher space even if she encroached on theirs forcing them out         

when Truscan groomed the kittens he used moistened cotton balls to stimulate Bugs urination and excretion he split the litter with herfelt it was a good compromise  Truscan eyed him pitifully wondered why he was wasting his time on this runt this abject defect

he wasnt ready to admit it or throw in the towel he was going to give Bugs the best shot he could


by the second month as he introduced wet food to the kittens he realised Bugs yet bugeyed remained feeble his motility was a spastic crawl a worming his spine was twisted  it seemed disconnected  loosetied thread spools

his heart began see as his brain saw 
                                       then Bugs began to refuse wet food

an ugly battle ensued  his heart and brain conspired against him
which left himwha
                  what to fight with spirit guts   nerve


then Bugs began to wane grew listless dull    his soft bearing becoming brittle



he borrowed an old bolt .22

he drove into the mountains above Lost Horse Canyon you can see forever from thereout of Montana over Idaho bright blue sky

he held Bugs up to his throat for the longest time  talking he couldnt say what he saidmemory recognises people and places  letters and postcards snares words and emotion

he set Bugs down on the pineneedle forest floor his shoulders and hips akimbo his head nodded down he nuzzled the earth

he cradled his head in his handhis fingers beyond the set of his jawthe soft of his ears

the .22 in the crook of his arm  its barrel a fraction of an inch from Bugs head

he glanced one last moment into the ether looking where Bugs looked

the shot shattered Bugs skull

its broken bits stung his fingers

the echo echoed  echoed echoedechoed
                                                                 

holding Bugs to his chest he wept



he brought Bugs home and buried him in a stone cairn on the earthwork at the head of the garden he positioned Bugs so he looked into it as he looked into it when he held him up at the house window he mewed and chattered defiantly at the birds that lighted he told Bugs he had the looks and making of a really good scarecrow


1400,  Sunday,  27  5. 18
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