Friday, August 20, 2010

The riddle of Puck

Puck sits in his favorite clump of grass in the backyard. He is a faithful, devoted sitter, as patient as any Buddha. He sits on his nest for hours. Finally, I cannot resist peeking underneath him. I almost believe I might find something: a magical egg, a Puck egg. Or a secret tunnel. A cache of jewels. A miniature civilization. It's Puck, so anything is possible. But there is only the flattened grass, warm from his belly, and no answer to the riddle of Puck.

16 comments:

John said...

It's an Oregon thing.

Jeevan said...

Um, has Puck put on few pounds? Or is he jusy "sitting fat," as cats often do?

Tai said...

Puck is a well-upholstered fellow. As for his exact amount of tonnage, we prefer to remain vague. He is on the catkins diet; however, there have been rumors of midnight binges of Fancy Feast.

itzktb said...

I love this post. I love your comment, Tai. And I also wanted to say, and I mean this in a good way... Puck is a very big boy!

Anonymous said...

Hee. Our Girl Kitty used to go out and sit in the same spot on top of a pecan. We thought she was trying to hatch it!

Laura

brianhayes said...

The grass, the grass, almost tall for nests and mice, a few moments, moments, moments.

bookfraud said...

you almost made me like cats, tai. there is no answer indeed.

and the "catkins" diet made me laugh out loud -- you're going to get me in trouble at the office. keep him away from those midnight binges. has he been taking ambien and having those sleepeating episodes?

Farmgirl_dk: said...

Well, hello, stranger - nice to see you post again! :-)
Love the puck picture...being terribly allergic to all things fine-haired (cats, ferrets, rabbits), this post allows me to appreciate Puck's (massive) beauty without my nose dripping and my eyes watering.

Apifera Farm said...

Perhaps you just aren't capable, as a mere mortal, of seeing the treasure?

Terry Busse said...

Sweet face on that boy.

Tai said...

Terry, the first thing I see every morning is your beautiful banner of wishes. (The second thing I see is Puck, demanding his breakfast.)

Katherine, I concur: we two-footers have limited faculties of supernatural vision.

Farmgirl, some of my dearest friends are allergic to cats. That's why Puck is in his laboratory at this very moment, working on his soon-to-be patented hypoallergenic catsuit.

Long-lost Bookfraud! It's hard to tell if Puck is sleepeating or just sleepily eating. Results are the same. (btw, there is no point in being at the office unless you're getting into trouble.)

Hi Brian: 19 ordinary syllables, but the way you've put them together is pure poetry.

Laura, did the pecan ever hatch?

Katie – big hug!

pete said...

I believe Puck wears his girth with aplomb and a certain ragged majesty, not unlike a feline Orson Welles... At any rate, he is beyond reproach.

Tai said...

That's so funny, Pete -- I've often thought that Puck resembles Orson Welles (in his later, corpulent period). And our boy certainly is beyond reproach.

Jeffrey Stock said...

Tai, you are so funny. I had the exact same thought about Puck's poundage when I saw this photo, I'm sorry to admit. Miss you hugely.

Tai said...

Jef, I miss you as vastly as Puck is wide.

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