She Hopes I'm Okay

Today Pam took a possum rehabbing seminar. She thought maybe she'd meet some new men but it was mostly couples and lesbians. Oh well. It was still great fun. Then when she got home her friend said, why in the WORLD do you did you do this and she couldn't come up with an answer but then she saw Sparkle stalk something just out of her line of sight and then POUNCE. And it was me, one of the dozen mourning dove that have been visiting regularly since the Republican humans built the Wal-Mart out on I-30 and ALL that other construction and we've been forced out of our plains habitats into the city. Anyway, she feeds us. But her cat Sparkle caught me. Pam picked me up gently and placed me on top of this ladder and then she gave me a little food. And she said to her friend, "I think maybe that even as I live on this creek and feed the wildlife, I feel guilty that every once in awhile one of my animals catches the wildlife that I'm feeding. There's something operating here that I just can't figure out." Anyway, Pam, worried that my mate wouldn't be able to find me, thought she'd put me in the brush by the creek, but I was able to hop off and into some bushes and eventually she gave up, said a little prayer and now I'm not telling anybody where I am, so there.