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2002-10-01 || 10:20 a.m. || acrobat cat || we found stewart this morning scared out of his wits tucked inside becky's car engine parts. we had to lie on our bellies and coax him out with the sweetest cat-friendly voices we could conjure up at 7:40 in the morning. i heard him when it was still dark outside. the neighbor dog was barking and i could hear him: stewart. meow was sitting on my bed and i kept asking her where stewart was, seriously expecting an answer. i stuck my head out my bedroom window and called his name in that 5:30 in the morning way, only to find a man wearing a felt hat and trenchcoat walking down the middle of the street. i ducked my head back in. stewart stewart. when it was time to go this morning i looked around the house and peeped in the crack beneath brian's door for cat feet. i saw the wide open window in the bathroom and imagined him propping himself up on the lip of the tub and hurling himself skyward to land unceremoniously on cement and cigarette butts. i walked outside and called his name and could hear him meowing. he wasn't behind the fence and he wasn't on the porch and it sounded like he was in another dimension. and then mike found the cat tail hanging from the car engine. he finally slinked out and becky pulled him up. he was dirty and his eyes were wide and you could see it on his face: fear and the incredibly gratifying liberating experience of being Outside. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |