>>Love me, Love my cat, dammit.
I love your cat immensely.
I am imagining Blue in the crosshairs of my finest "tomato stake". My finger brushes the trigger - gently, oh so gently - in breathless anticipation. I center the 'hairs on his sleek rippling shoulder as he stalks some hapless furry whatsis. My nose begins to tickle; I sneeze. I follow through, then return my eye to the rubber-cupped ocular. Half the cat is still there. Oh well, like they always say: half a cat is better than none. I work the bolt, attentively remove the warm empty casing, set it into the loading block by my left elbow. A new round, a jacketed hollowpoint glistening with chrome-gray lube, is selected from its ranked brethren and slides neatly into the chamber. I remember my breathing discipline and reacquire the partial pet. Windage, elevation, hand-wrist-shoulder - ah yes that's good...
Oh I was so very fond of him.
I am much more ambivalent about you. I raise the piece off its leather forend bag and remove the bolt. A bore brush is produced...
I will cede my place to the giant wasp looking at you with thirty-six thousand glints of PURE DEVOTION in its eyes. |
