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  1. Killing, Part VII

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    June 30, 2011 by wcobserver

    Reece also frequented the pond, not just because it offered dragonflies and lizards, but also because he enjoyed walking in the shallow water where he stalked frogs. He seemed unconscious or at least unconcerned that his feet and legs became wet. (This principle held when he would decide to investigate a half-drained bathtub.) It wasn’t unusual for a day to pass without Reece being in the house, all while Elmo James loitered on the couch. Elmo’s take on life was to shmooze it up with petting as often as he could get it, so persons passing by the couch might find themselves suddenly solicited by a friendly paw, as if to say, “Hey wait a minute, didn’t you forget something?” Elmo fulfilled his life duty by holding down the furniture. So it was unusual when Reece ran through the kitchen late one morning and then disappeared into the depths of the house. With no subsequent reappearance, an investigation ensued. Room after room, in all the familiar spots, Reece could not be found. Finally, in the back corner of the closet of the farthest bedroom, there crouched Reece’s Pieces. Blood covered his face, which was swollen horribly around the right eye. …

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  2. Killing, Part III

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    June 5, 2011 by wcobserver

    Killing wild things that seemed to threaten something of value was standard routine in our early years on the hill: a possum in the chickens, a raccoon in the corn, and poisonous snakes anywhere. Copperheads were our particular concern with young children racing around in the woodland yard. Stealthy and well disguised, copperheads seemed to possess a particularly belligerent attitude so that once you crossed their path, they would just as likely come after you as go the other way. At least, that’s how it seemed to me. I was moving a brush pile once, grabbing limb after limb to throw onto the cart when I realized I was eye to eye with a fat old copperhead. It was coiled, watching me. Later we figured I would have been bit except for the fact that it had just shed its skin and its eyes were still filmed over. The husband dispatched that one. The neighbor in the cabin across the road told us he’d gone to crawl under his house to check on his water pipes and discovered a mass of copperheads. It was spring and they were probably breeding, and probably had spent the winter under there where the …

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  3. Bitten, Part 1

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    May 7, 2011 by wcobserver

    The growling woke me up, one of those deep in the throat “leave me alone or die” messages to the other cats. The pitch of her growl rose and fell for emphasis, vibrating through the top of her skull.

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  4. Bitten, Part 2

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    May 7, 2011 by wcobserver

    She was not a cat I particularly wanted to own. But I had a hole to fill with the death of a favored cat, and found myself at the animal shelter considering my options. The cages were full of cats.

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  5. Bitten, Part 3

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    May 6, 2011 by wcobserver

    After only once or twice, this became exactly what she screamed for. What could be better on a cold spring morning than a lovely episode of petting, lying next to surrogate mom warm under the covers? Her purring became a refined art, a whole body experience that flowed from her throat and vibrated off the walls of the room.

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