TUXEDO
IN LOVE
It's nearly March here in
Rockvale. I have a gig on March 1st, at Berkeley Bob's Coffee
House, down in Cullman, Alabama. This is what's on my mind.
My little cat Tuxedo has
other considerations. It's almost spring, and his thoughts have
turned to his unrequited love for his cousin, YumYum.
Now all the cats have been
neutralized around my house, but don't let anybody convince you that
the boy-girl paradigm goes away with a snip and a stitch.
Tux has always been a
little backward, bewildered, even, by the stuff going on around him.
He’s a little, slow, I guess. But nothing gets in the way of his
ardor, his unflagging affection for YumYum, who wouldn’t give him
the time of day, if cats cared about that stuff. She growls as soon
as she sees him, letting him know how despicable she finds him to be.
But he loves her.
I try when occasion seems
to warrant to dispense worldly advice to my critters, sit ‘em down
and try to explain to them how the earth moves and life is fleeting
and alla that, but really, I’m no Billy Joe Shaver. I’m just an
old guy with some cats and a dog. So that even if I could explain
and Tux could understand, the problems of a young tomcat and a old
guy couldn't be made to amount to much.
It's almost spring and
Friday night I'll be playing my stuff, hell, maybe for the last time,
I don't know.
But Tuxedo. Tux is in
love.
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