Perfume of a Skunk
byTerry Brinkman

 

 

As usual I woke from my sleep to Pee; the bathroom window being open I could get the odor of a skunk. The bathroom Clock showing Three Twenty Eight. Will it be alright letting my cats out in Three Hours?

Each morning I let my two cats out for a couple hours to play while I fart around in my yard; as I tell my wife "yard work". I know something bad might happen, like a car or mean kids. But I adopted both cats from off the street and they really think before they need to go out. Leaving them in is safer but so is jail.

This brings me back to my kid days. I must have been around ten, we lived outside the city on an acre plot. My Mom had a pet skunk it was deodorized so it could not spray you and only had a slight odor that we all got used too. As I remember it was an okay pet unless you made it mad, then it was mean. My mouther only had this pet a few years then passed it on to some other lucky owner.   

It was great when I had a friend over that had never been to my house before. I had a whole long story rehearsed a few times how not to leave the door open or a skunk from our back-back as we called it - the section of our yard back behind our patio back-back. Watching each new kid victim as he or she turned and saw a skunk. (Everyone who lived in the neighborhood knew what a skunk was)

Oh, one of my cats is a black and white Tuxedo Cat name of Sabastian, thinking about it maybe I miss that mean skunk sometimes - mean is not boring.   

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