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I was looking for a picture I took today on my phone. Another one I don’t remember ever taking, let alone know what it is. I’ve enlarged it but still couldn’t figure out what it is. There appears to be cat eyes in the dark area, with a light reflection off it’s eye. It also looks like it is wedged in behind something. I have no idea what the red and white area is, either. It was taken on December 21, 2015 at 8:46 pm (20.46.13) I’ve turned it in other directions but I can’t figure out what it is.

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Visit From My Old Cat

Sunday morning the Blue Jay was going crazy outside. I looked at the clock and it was 3:20 am. Even being half asleep I thought it was strange the Blue Jay was making that much noise that early in the morning. I started to fall back to sleep. The bed did a slight bump and I waited to see who was near me. I could feel little paws walking at the foot of my bed. Stinky, my old cat, visits me from time to time even though he was put to sleep several years ago. I could feel him between my ankles kneading my leg. He always put his left paw in front of the right one. I could hear his purr. stink_2Slowly I turned to look at him, trying not to scare him off. He stared back at me. His purr got louder and deeper as he looked straight into my eyes. I could only see his head down to the top of his front shoulders, everything else was just the light from the T.V. I said, “Hey little buddy, how you been”. He kept kneading and began to lay between my legs. He disappeared into the light and blanket but his purring went on until I fell back to sleep.

Dream In Hindsight

Last night I had this crazy vivid dream. I was under a dog fight. At the bottom of the pile of a group of dogs tearing at each other. It was the sound that stayed with me. The faces and features of the dogs weren’t there but it was their paws. Fighting opened paws with knife-like claws hitting around me. I don’t know if I stopped breathing but I woke up needing air. Sitting on the side of my bed the only thing I said was “Damn”. I checked my phone messages and sat there a few minutes until I had to go back to sleep.

Pulling into the parking lot at work, I’m thinking of this dream. Mostly the sounds of it. The sound of wild dogs fighting to the death and the metallic clang’s of their claws. As I walk in, there’s a piece of blue plastic on the floor in the foyer. Like everyone before me I walked past it, too. I saw several more on my way back to my office. I get off the elevator and there’s more of these strange pieces of blue plastic. The hall lighting isn’t real bright and the carpet is dark blue. To me these things looked like plastic wall anchors. These are all elderly residents and I just thought they dropped them and couldn’t pick them up. I grabbed an envelope to put them in. The first two were grouped. It was the third one up against the wall I couldn’t pick up because of the rubber gloves. I gave it a flip to get it away from the wall. I reached over to grab it and felt a searing sting go deep into my thumb. I pulled back and the plastic piece was hanging off my thumb. Pulling it off I found it had a ¼ needle at the tip if the plastic.

We gathered up the Workmans Comp papers and I was off to the Urgent Care. By the time I got there my thumb had a red bump on it. They took my blood work, and told me the pieces I picked up are for diabetics to get blood samples. We’re not sure who dropped them. Now I have to wait for the first blood test results. I’m be checked for HIV and Hepatitis the next 10 months. This is real freakin’ great. I dodged the Claws in my dream but I was hit in real life by a dirty needle.

Toad #2 – Returned

After working in the vegetable garden and cleaning up around the edge of the woods, I returned to the patio for a break. Friday was humid from all the rain. I grabbed a 7-Up and sat under the tree out back. The breeze blew through the woods. The cardinal made up for it by yelling louder. The blue Jay let herself be known, swooping from tree to tree. I had the overwhelming feeling I was being watched. Turning to look behind me, there was no one. The entire time it felt like someone close by wanted my attention but there was no one around.

I returned to my senses and decided it was time to get up, break was over. The paranoia that I was being watched still hung heavy around me. The way I had sat the entire time made my foot fall asleep. I had to lean forward and push myself up to get on my feet. Just as I put my hand to the ground, this guy was there. He’s the same frog from the patio chair, or looks the same. I’ve never seen this type of frog before until these two interactions and the tree is only 10’ from the patio chairs. Glad I didn’t smash him. He survived all the snakes I let roam to eat the rodents. They must find him repulsive or toxic.

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Curious about frogs and toad and their myths and folklore, I looked around the internet. The following is an excerpt from a site written by George Knowles:  “many of these myths and tales portray them as demons, creatures associated with the devil.  Some cultures however viewed them in a positive light, and saw them as representative of good fortune, protection, rain and fertility.  In some cultures the frog symbolized resurrection and a higher stage of spiritual awakening.  In the Rig Veda creation myths of the Hindus, the Great Frog supports the universe and is representative of the matter from which all is created.”

Cat In The Window

A few months ago I came across an old friend from the town I grew up in. He wanted to talk and I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I gave him my number and address and invited him over for a beer sometime. He called me a few hours ago and said he stopped by Friday evening. I wasn’t home Friday and told him he should have called first. Mark said he drank a beer on my porch and waited a while, I didn’t show up so he left. Now I know how the Bud Light can got there. He mentioned playing with the cats. I told him the little yellow stray showed up when I moved there and never left. He replied, “He keeps your cat company”.

(In junior high school, Mark brought up that I shouldn’t talk about the subject of this blog. It creeped people out and they were talking behind my back. I saw them joking but I didn’t know they made fun of me at that time.)

“I don’t have a cat”, was my answer. Mark said there was a black and white cat in my window. He tapped the screen and the cat stood up, rubbed the window and jumped back inside. He mentioned the cat didn’t have a tail. I told him about Stinky, my old cat. That’s the exact description of him only he was put to sleep 5 years ago. I told Mark to log into my blog. There was a long pause. He said, “I want to read this, I’ll call you back.

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Mark called back. He asked me if I ever noticed when we were kids how he would always wait outside for me. And how he kept telling me to stop talking about spooky things. He wanted me to stop because he stood up for me when everyone was laughing, he saw the shadows upstairs. He wanted me to stop talking about it because they made fun of him for it also. Validation is awesome…

Toad #2

I was doing yard work a few days ago. It was around 85° outside. In Ohio we go from 38° to 85° in 24 hours. It was humid for May. I hate it already. Sweaty and exhausted from trimming the hedges and cleaning up debri, the patio looked like a good place to take a break. The shaded furniture and a few bottled waters were my company for the next 20 minutes. The slight breeze helped dry me off as I moved around the chair to expose areas to the wind.

Sliding down in the chair I crossed my legs and closed my eyes. The feeling of someone standing beside me made me open my eyes to look. No one’s there. A few minutes later I swear someone is near me so I sit up and look around. Again, there’s no one around. I felt my body getting stiff just from the short time sitting. Getting up I stretched my back to one side thinking it’ll cure everything. I reached to pull the chair back into the neat magazine-like set up it was displayed as. There in my chair sat a toad. I didn’t see it when I sat down. It doesn’t blend in with chair color. I poked it to see if it was alive. He just blinked and pushed back. I don’t believe It didn’t get smashed while I was thrashing around trying to air myself out. I snapped the picture, I think he smiled for the camera, then put the chair back in. Maybe we’ll meet up again some day.

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Cat Returns at Night

Before I fall asleep at night the sound of my old cat running through the house comes back. He did this every night. Some times he was so rowdy I had to tell him to stop. It did no good, he would start back up. In the morning I found knocked over cups or the stray sock in front of the door. When he got tired he would jump up on the bed and walk all over me until he found a spot on me to fall asleep. The guy did this for 20 years every night even when his health was fading. After I put him to sleep 5 years ago he still returns. I hear him running in the hall and stopping in front of the door. I feel him jump on the bed and walk around. He’s always welcomed back…

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