March 4, 2008
just doin’ his best
Melanie’s Aunt Bethie and family lived down in the Rio Grande Valley, and this is a story about Aunt Bethie and Cousin Martha and the cat.
The cat was nowhere to be found, and Aunt Bethie and Cousin Martha looked and looked and looked and looked — till Cousin Martha found him under the bed.
“Under the bed?” cried Aunt Bethie. “What on earth is he doing there?”
. . . which was a slightly odd question, given cats’ proclivity for staking out such hiding places. It must have struck Cousin Martha as an odd question, too, because she hesitated a little and thought a little before answering her mother.
“He’s . . . just . . . doin’ his best.”
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speechless.
” . . . like the cat under the bed . . . ” is Melanie’s and my code for “just doin’ our best” — whatever that might be.
I was going to post a totally tangential comment about an ex-co-worker whose wife inherited land in the Rio Grande Valley in far west Texas (near Candelaria), which they had never even been to see, and then I told myself, “This has nothing to do with Sheila’s story”. And then I posted it anyway.
Candelaria is pretty tangential. I think that Aunt Bethie and Cousin Martha lived in or near Edinburgh (Texas).
But I do have a little vignette to share about Melanie’s train trip to and through the Valley, so maybe a little later I’ll post it and we can see about connecting tangents.
You rat-tangler, you.