Musings-in a lighter vein

DRUNKARD IN THE NIGHT……..last night as usual, I spent my time outside my house on the front step with Lopez the cat & Brownie the cat reading. It was around 3 o’clock in the morning when I saw him. He was about the same age as me with a lot of matted hair that made him look like a city version of Mowgli….but he was dead drunk. Lopez the cat on seeing him was unmoved (cats are like that, they think they are like gods….can’t blame them as they were worshiped on a large scale at an earlier date by the Egyptians) & so was Brownie. Being with cats most of the time, I too was unmoved & kept on reading about a story of a moving coffin…….when suddenly the blasted drunkard was right infront of my gate ……staring straight at me. You would think now that I would be scared stiff & flee like a fat jelly fish back into my house along with the puss cats……but your wrong….for I have spent 23 years of my lifetime at night outside & I have seen that there is nothing to be afraid of in the night than fear itself ; besides…I was too comfortable to get up. The drunkard like those fiendish women crazy villains you see in Bollywood movies tried to talk me in to open the gate. It was then that Lucifer came for his midnight supper (the largest male bat of my fruit tree) & sat upside down on my left arm tearing a bit at my flesh as I fed him his favourite orange pieces……..that poor drunkard ran for his life screaming that I was a demon from the pit & dropped his bottle of neat whisky in the bargain. I know where he stays as his folks are account holders with Younger Uncle…….I will return it to him right now, but first I must see if the centipedes have had their breakfast.Treasury Of Bizarre Christmas Stories