Walk with My Mom, by George

Yesterday my mom promised to take me for a walk, and then she spent the day on the stupid computer.  Something about Eee Cue.  She said I could hold the camera today.  We walked in the woods.  There are wildebeests, pythons, and crocodiles in our woods.  I'm not scared of them.  I just lie in wait in the tall grass, and take them down as they go by.

Or else, I get up in the vine maples and jump on them from above.

My mom wrote a sonnet about my mighty hunting skills.  Here it is:

Catwalk

I like to take my cat when I explore

He shows me where he goes when he’s away

He treats me to a bit of kitty lore

And tells me how he likes to spend his day.

He tells me of the many sights he sees

Because the woods are filled with wildebeests

And when he brings these creatures to their knees

That’s when he will enjoy the best of feasts.

I’ve noticed when I walk day after day

That I feel very safe and free of fear

Could it be that my cat has cleared the way

That I may walk my land without a care?

I’m very fortunate to have a cat

Who wears the brave and fearless warrior's hat.

~~~

"Fearless warrior."  That's me.


This is my Mom.

She has the best seat in the woods with her all the time.

This is my petting tree.  Mom waits for me while I walk to the end and then she gives me snuggles and pets.

See?  There she is now.

Mousies live here.  But today I'm busy.  I'll be back for you, Mousies!

This is where the path comes close to the road.  Coyotes live over there.  I'm not supposed to cross the road, but sometimes my curiosity gets the best of me, and I do anyway.  Then, my Mom goes back to the house and leaves me all by myself.  She says curiosity kills the cat.

Then I get scared and have to follow her.  She says I'm getting too bold, and then she won't walk with me for a loooooong time. 

This is the horse fence.  Horses live over there.  They have big stomping feet and fire-breathing nostrils.  But I"m not afraid of them. . . . not one little bit.  No way!  Not me!  I just activate my beam-out ray and beam myself out of there.

Sometimes when the sun is bright and I forget to wear my sunscreen, I curl up under these ferns.

Or else, under one of the petting chairs.

This is my nose.

And this is the rest of me.  I don't like that flash in my eyes, so I don't look.

But Mom said I was looking especially handsome today, so I used the tripod and made a self-portrait.

I think I'm looking pretty handsome too.

The weeds have grown as tall as the horse fence in places.  I don't like walking here because it messes up my fuzz.

I like it better over here on the horse path.  (I'm keeping an eye out for their big stomping feet and fire-breathing nostrils though.  My beam-out ray is on standby.)



This is my umbrella tree.  This is where I lie in wait for that stupid cat, Uno.  I hate that cat.



When he comes around, I poop on the ground where he walks, and fart in his general direction.

This is the door to where the squirrels live.  Someday, I'm going to have one of those for lunch.  My mom says that would be a bad idea.

This is the new outdoor water dish my mom got for me.  I like my old one better, but my mom said it would break.  She says this metal one will last longer, but I think it's really a dog dish.

We looked at my mom's iris.  Some of them are opening.

My mom says my name should be "George O'Keeffe." 

This is one of my mom's snapdragons.

But it's starting to drizzle, and it's not very warm today, so my mom says it's time to go inside.

That's it from me.  George, signing off.  The end.  (Meow.)