All's okay.....

It’s a warm ‘n sunny Saturday evening.....Millyrose is in the kitchen ‘n all’s right with the world.....well, in a manner of speaking, that is...prob’ly more like, all’s okay with the world here in Ol Fair Oaks.....Willy is having a bbq tomorrow to celebrate his grandson Eric’s b’day (big four) ‘n Millyrose is making potato salad.....’n can’t be drawn in to the evening stroll down to the Catholic Radio Station and back....so, me ‘n Rusty ‘n Willie head off down the street....Rusty stays pretty close but Willie is always excited...he’s on extended lead, coursing back ‘n forth across the street chousing chickens right ‘n left...it’s his almost favorite thing....well, Willie has favorite moments every day, be it chickens or cats or strangers walking strange dogs on ‘our’ street...or maybe, a leaf, a piece of paper, anything that catches his doggy eyes....’n he’s a very observant dog...
At the end of the street, I make ‘em both wait on a short lead so we c’n cross the street t’gether.....I figure if a nut speeder is gonna get us, he might as well get all of us at once....Rusty is patient...he knows where we’re going ‘n he purty much knows what he’s gonna do when we get there...Willie, on the other hand, is fairly dancing with anticipation....he knows what’s on the other side also....There are chickens........’n sumtimes skunks....but mostly, mostly there’s The Evening Cat....The Evening Cat, always impeccable in his charcoal pinstripe is too cool....he almost (I s’pect he’s a he but I ain’t positive) almost always occupies the same spot, sort’a like his favorite booth in his favorite restaurant....I mentioned, didn’t I, that there are six women that take turns delivering cat meals to the Catholic Radio Station....well, not actually the Radio Station itself, but to the narrow strip of trees ‘n shrubs that act as a border....anyway, this evening, the Evening Cat is not in his favorite spot...
Willie runs to the spot, circles frantically, sniffs the air, the earth, the shrubs....he knows the Evening Cat is s’pozed to be there...he gives up finally ‘n allows me to pull him away ‘n we move to the grass strip at the rear of the property.....And there, in the shadow of a rather large eucalyptus tree, lounging somewhat languidly, it seems t’me....the Evening Cat.....Willie is elated, beside himself, dancing on his back legs pulling on his lead, his mouth open, his tongue lolling, there is nothing quite so enthusiastic as a young dog faced with a CAT......especially this cat.....the Evening Cat....
The Evening Cat yawned, stretched, ‘n at the last moment.... ‘n disappeared.
I tried to explain to Willie that it wuz all smoke ‘n mirrors but he wudn’t listen...he durn near bent himself double in a futile search for the Evening Cat ‘n I had to apply some little pressure on his lead to make him give up the search ‘n head for home...there were some chickens on the way back but Willie only made half-hearted attempts, I don’t think his heart wuz really in it
Rusty walked along beside me, glancing back ‘n forth from Willie to me from time to time as if commiserating with both of us.......
ah well, HBO is free this weekend, the temperature is s’pozed to drop to a more pleasant clime ‘n we’re going to a bbq tomorrow.....God’s in his heaven, I’m told, ‘n all’s purty okay in Ol Fair Oaks......