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In Loving Memory Fup. Store Cat. 1988 — 2007
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"What'd you do today?" Oreo asks, though Bagheera rarely strays more
than a hundred feet from the house. Sometimes the other cats will tease
him, singing, "He's got the whole yard / at his paws..."
Bagheera says, "Hung out under the Claytons' porch this morning, in the garden most of the afternoon." Oreo used to question aloud Bagheera's motives for staying put, and whether he was scared of what might be hiding down the block. At first Bagheera would tell him, "No, I'm not scared," then he wouldn't bother answering, and finally one time he shot back, "Are you scared of an inner life?" Oreo shut up after that. Oreo had always assumed that Bagheera is smart. It hadn't occurred to him previously that Bagheera might simply use his brain more. He imagines himself in Bagheera's place, among the year's last tomatoes. They smell great, don't they, tomatoes on the vine? He wills himself to daydream. But kids shout to each other in the park beyond the backyard fence. Dog collars jingle on the sidewalk out front. Tree limbs beg him to climb. Meanwhile, the bulkhead is wide open at Thelma's, Oreo can sense it. Distractions. "Good times?" Oreo asks. "Worms and spiders," Bagheera replies. "A bluebird raised hell for about a half-hour and then disappeared." Fup and Bear are holding court in Thelma's basement right now, Oreo might even be willing to bet. "I'm going to see if anyone's at Thelma's," the black and white cat decides. He should check. Might as well. "Want to come? No?"
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