You are not some Force to be dealt with You are flesh and bone Stardust I cannot lie I have to stop Just so I can look back And We will learn what it is to be human Some days we’ll live Some days we’ll laugh Others we’ll cry
Sometimes I’m weak
Sometimes I’m strong
Others I just barely have enough
We will live to lose all the love we’ve held….
So I hope you understand After our kiss and long good byes I will always – always – look back -Regardingsamuel.com
Francis: what’s to eat! I put my order in days ago. Who’s running this joint anyway. Ethan: Hey now, you big jerk… Simon: Hey I was thinking we could eat sandwiches. Pastas. Oh wait wait…pasta sandwiches… Ethan: (gags) it’s ok (gags again) how about a spinach salad…with salman…maybe- Simon: what’s a s-s-a-lad?? Ethan: ….it’s spinach and greens…with oil and vinegar…salt and pepper…don’t use ranch it ruins it…like axe body spray… Simon: I don’t get it? France: Yeah me either, with all the oil and vinegar? Where do you put the lasagna? Ethan: Great day, Simon, a salad is all the stuff you eat outside. And Francis, we are not having lasagna… Francis: ( big eyes) Ethan: we’re compromising for spaghetti and garlic toast… Simon: Yeahh Toast!
If you want to really know the difference between a cat and a dog. Adopt both.
Just close your eyes and get in there.
What’s the worst that could happen. It’s not like they’re going to be different… and if they are? It’s not going to be a big deal.
I’m lucky, France is very much like a dog. He wrestled with Simon, he lays around a lot…when it was just me and him for a few months, he was there every day. Checking on me to make sure I was still employed so I could buy him snacks
But there are differences,
When I go to bed
Simon is usually already asleep.
Under his blanket, and sheet, with his pillow, because he’s lame and spoiled.
France stops and looks in the door, I tell him goodnight, call him, he just sits there, I give up and say, “good night bud, let’s go to bed, or don’t, I don’t care, you’re a cat, do what you want.”
30 minutes later. When I’m drifting off to sleep? He jumps on the bed, “ I have decided! To ask about your day.”
Later, around 3 am he starts his olympics…jumping from the corners of the bed and launching into oblivion.
I get up around this time every day…Simon? He doesn’t start his day until 10:30 am every day. He doesn’t even say good bye anymore.
So there are big, tiny little differences.
Simons favourite food is sandwiches
Francis is convinced he enjoys coffee and alcohol. He’s probably a smoker too. But he’d never admit it to me.
Adopt a cat, adopt a dog. They’re good for you. You can walk one and stay healthy, outside.
While the other regularly criticises you on all the things you’re most sensitive about, which keeps your ego in check.
It’s a pretty good arrangement, Simon is down for whatever is the mood. Naps, movies, guitar, reading, walks.
Francis is very selective. He watches the X Files and documentaries.
Simon lives for meeting people and friends. He forgets no one.
Francis is selective, again reminding us that if you’ve met a cat and still don’t understand consent, then I don’t know what to tell you.
Will they help you write?
That remains to be seen.
Simon: Wait! you’re a writer?
Francis: I’ve never seen you write!
Ethan: I have a website
Francis: I thought that was just a really sad inspirational essays thing. (Waves paws) I didn’t know it was permanent.
Dad says we probably ran off the road last night because of the Dinosaurs!
It was OK though. He grabbed me and kept me from falling out the open window.
Dad showed me how the wheel bent when we hit that persons driveway…
My dad is the greatest. I knew he had everything under control. So when someone stopped to say hello, I went and told them “we’ve got this.” Just like dad always says… he says “it’s ok, I’ve got this. Everything is under control.” Real calm like that. It makes me feel better and it must have made them feel better too. Because then they left.
After that, dad asked me to sit in the car and let him know if I saw any mountain lions or bears. He kept asking for a Tea Bar. But I didn’t see any tea in the car so I just waited.
Today, dad says, we are going to go get a REAL jack and a Tea…T Bar and Flash Light.
Simon: …I’m just saying I don’t think it was a dino-sore…but I did hear something… Ethan: Nah man, I saw one the other night…jagged teeth…hopped around in the bushes… Simon: whaaaa???? I know, I’ll ask Francis. He never lies. Ethan: now for the important thing…you want a sammich? Simon: Sandwiches!