Mini Scaredy, leader of the late-night parade

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Mini Scaredy does this thing that kills me. Every night she’ll be waiting for me, hiding in the bushes a couple blocks down the road from the trail to my campsite in the Berkeley hills. Many nights she’ll wait there — hiding in the bushes by the road — for 2 or 3 hours. Waiting for me to show up.

Then when she spots me staggering up the road — usually around 1 AM in the morning, drunk — she’ll come running up to me (she keeps a couple feet away from me because she knows I’m drunk and might step on her in the darkness of night — she’s not dumb). And then she’ll run towards the trail. And I’ll follow behind her. She’s like leading the parade. And she helps me get up the trail. Because its usually pitch dark and I’m drunk and i can barely see where I’m going. So it helps that she’s leading me up the trail because I can see her flickering image as she runs up the trail a couple steps ahead of me.

When we get up to my campsite the other three feral kittens are waiting for me (they’re hungry). And Mini Scaredy is so proud of herself (leading the parade) like, “Look who I delivered up to our campsite, fellow cats.”

As soon as I lay down my cardboard matting, Mini Scaredy comes rushing over to say hello to me. This is the magic moment they’ve all been waiting for. I pet her a couple times then I break out the cat food. And then they all feast.

And then we all go to sleep in a big clump for the next 8 hours. That’s the best part!

Its like a ritual we inact every night.

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3 thoughts on “Mini Scaredy, leader of the late-night parade

  1. Ace
    I’m a big follower of you on Facebook. I mean I’m big. Kinda fat like Jerry. You know me o think. Hey I just finished alisa something crumbs old lady latest book. Don’t mean disrespect in forgetting names I just did a lot of acid and it takes a minute sometimes.
    Hey motherfucker I’m gonna trip to Berkeley and crash your camp. In a nice way. It’ll cost all my money and leave me enough for a few cheap beers. High alcohol cheap beer. Ill bring my own sleeproll and busk for more cheap beer. Been there before not in Berkeley but the haight. Friend of dear departed Stanley. Long acid story. I love you ace you are an inspiring figure to me. A true acid hero. Peace.

    1. Appreciate the kind words. But generally I’m a very reclusive person these days. I regular get offers from my internet friends and fans wanting to meet me for a beer or whatever. I always decline. It’s nothing personal. I’m just a loner these days. Best.

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