Securing the Perimeter

The blinds across the street quickly opened, and then, only the reflection of an eye could be seen peering out. But with this view, The Man could see, once again, his neighbors sitting in the street, dressed in their P.J.’s. They were sitting close together, hugging, in a circle, with their heads gently pressed against each other, in an effort to get some sleep ---as comfortable as possible.

The Man’s eyes then ran straight through his neighbor’s blinds, through the cracks in-between. He knew the going’s on inside his neighbor’s house. Yes he did. He saw the neighbor’s fastidious cat making the shadows move ---all across their walls. It was Mind-Blowing!

As he stared at the in-betweens dance on his neighbor's walls, he thought, “Well, it’s incredible, just the logistics involved, my goodness,” and, “not to mention the absolute feeling of complete security that follows, and with such a fastidious approach. You now, even when at ease, sometimes I’ve seen that cat run around an illusionary track and field, ya ---just for the heck of it.”

“It’s absolute genius, absolute, frigging genius.” He even reminded himself, or just remembered that he rarely, if ever, used ‘genius’ to describe …anything! “Anything!” He never used the word genius. Also, he knew that just thinking of the work that needed to be done on his own home, where a comparison wouldn’t be considered a complete joke, with him and neighbor …seemed lifetimes away. It was just too overwhelming! To The Man what was going on at his neighbor’s house could easily be compared to any of the greatest things!

But just as he and I predicted, The Man was quickly exhausted by the view, and perhaps, taken a little ‘off-guard’, so maybe, The Man was a little pissed-off! ---Thus exhausted and pissed-off, simultaneously, quite combustible if you think about it. He got on his P.J.’s and lay on his bed with his arms folded across his chest.He awoke his wife by clearing his throat. “Honey, we really need to get a cat. Have you the noticed the activities across the street?”

“What?” The wife said.

“You haven’t noticed what’s been going on across the street?”

“Yes, I’ve noticed, they go to work, come home, have dinner with their children, talk about their day, and go to bed. There’s nothing going on across the street.”

“You complete idiotic whore! Sorry. But do you know what’s ‘really’ going on across the street. I’ll tell you: Work! Work!!! Their cat, single-handily, has accomplished the impossible. They have no more anxiety, complete harmony. Their cat has permeated the feeling of safety in every corner of that frigging house. They even feel safe miles away.”

“Really? How has their cat accomplished this …utopia?”

“What? How is the completion of the impossible possible, well, it’s done the only way, it’s always done …the American way! Their cat saw that work had to be done and jumped in. First, he pick picked up an electrical Toshiba tool and started to get to work. The margin of error, I’ve never seen anything like it. He cut perfect holes so that just his body could maneuver threw, to observe attacks from so-called,’ bad-guys’, or so-called, ‘undesirables’!’”

“His normal duties are exhausting just in there discussing. As we sweep around the house starting from the North, the holes with the perfect forty five degree cuts, only there for his observation, are also there for the inevitable stopping of these so-called ---‘undesirables!’

“He runs from one defensive position to the next, and, All night long! It’s nothing, well, he’s nothing but admirable. That’s one hell of a cat! Just last week, while I was staring at him, he stared right back at me--- ‘What the fuk are you looking at’, was his expression as he stared at me, for three hours straight, and, without moving a muscle!

He’s the busiest guy alive, and that’s a fact. He never goes a day without punching the clock. That cat thinks normal-time is over-time! What a Cat!”

The End