If I am lucky enough to be walking when the street lights come on, I have a favorite corner to wander past because the light is entangled with a tree and the shadows are awesome. I was thinking of shadows today as Dylan is spazing about the Hobbit Hole chasing a moth. I suspect this same sort of spastic action is what caused him to lose a big tooth last week...thus giving him a funny, toothless look and a whole set of new nicknames.
Since moths are suicidal little critters that are always going towards the light, the shadows are way more intimidating than the actual size. I have thought before that moths actually only exist when a cat is really bored and asks the higher things-that-be to create amusement. By this same logic, I also figured that the peacocks wandering around zoos are there to amuse the tigers and lions. But I repeat myself every so often and am enjoying Dylan's mighty hunting prowess that somehow managed to 1. have him run full-force into a wall and 2. get stuck on the top level of the book shelf. His crying now for assistance only reminds of Inigo Montoya in the Princess Bride, when he pleads with Fezzik for help because the six-fingered dude is getting away.
It turns out that I'm still on nocturnal-friendly Pacific time and such things as watching the cat smack into the wall in hot pursuit of Mothra entertain me. Perhaps I should go to be before the next set of single-digit time.
An Erinku:
airplane above clouds
or
submarine upside-down
under ice
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