Instinct for the
                Wild Life 
                by Bill Tope 
                
                    
                        Baby lay languidly
                        across the bed. 
                        It was midnight and we were alone.  
                        I reached over the quilted mattress  
                        and ran my fingers lovingly down  
                        Baby's side, gently kissed her  
                        cheek, then softly rubbed her bare  
                        belly.  As was her custom, she was  
                        totally nude.  Baby, of course, was  
                        my pet cat. 
                          
                        Interestingly, she had the coloration  
                        of a border collie:  black and white
                         
                        splotches.  A white face and a black 
                        muzzle gave her the aspect of an  
                        extra-large nose and so she always  
                        appeared to be poking and peeping  
                        into everything.  On the other hand,
                         
                        she was nosy! 
                          
                        Unexpectedly, a tiny mouse chirred at 
                        us and then streaked across the floor. I  
                        looked expectantly at Baby, but she  
                        was disinterested; in fact, she had the  
                        temerity to yawn!  I shook my head  
                        forlornly, thinking: if I were interested
                        in 
                        pest control, perhaps I should have  
                        gotten a boa constrictor as a pet.   
                          
                        I gazed through my bedroom window,  
                        at the incredible cloud formations, 
                         
                        pierced at intervals by the moon in an  
                        opalescent sky. I thought I discerned a  
                        huge owl swoop down upon a fallow  
                        cornfield, which was rife with  
                        snakes, rodents and other varmints. 
                        I then heard the plaintive yowling of a 
                        lonely male cat. 
                          
                        My cat, having observed the activity  
                        outside the window, made chirring  
                        noises of her own, as if to tell me she  
                        wanted to revert to the wild for an  
                        evening. But Baby had been "fixed"
                         
                        and, in a manner of speaking, so had  
                        I, so would be no indiscriminate 
                        carousing, for either or us. 
                          
                        Baby rolled over onto her back, with  
                        her paws sticking in the air, willing to 
                        settle for another belly rub.  T'was
                        not  
                        to be however, as my wife took that  
                        moment to enter the room and she  
                        shooed poor Baby off her perch and  
                        out of the bedroom.   
                          
                        Taking her place upon the bed in the spot
                         
                        that had just been occupied by my cat,
                        she  
                        arched her brows provocatively and purred, 
                         
                        "What does a girl have to do to get
                        one of  
                        your famous belly rubs?" She smiled. 
                        I  
                        smiled back. The wild life, it seemed,
                        had 
                        beckoned once again. 
                         
                         
                        originally
                        published by Little Old Lady Comedy | 
                     
                 
                 
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