Beau The Cephus has a collection of unrelated thoughts and items he has gathered from the ether and vapors of his naps and musings.
I, Langston am here and present to try to explain his very private messages.
First, let me say that Beau has always felt that he has always had sentience and full thought processes. These have always been a part of the feline life. He said to me on this very issue, “Langston for goodness sake, we were worshiped as gods and are still held in very high esteem”. He then yawned and started searching for a good supply of slurping water. A bit testy I thought.
Beau’s father Griffin Phaedrus Montegue, came down from Saint Marys, Ga. for a bit of a rest. He was also wanting to check out the waters around Bahia Honda State Park in anticipation of the Florida Spiny Lobster Season, the last consecutive Wednesday and Thursday in July. Beau likes his lobster a little older. He prefers that they have a long time to marinate in the waters of the ocean, to absorb all of the flavors of the Gulf Stream after it flows through the Florida Straights.
The Father and Son pair have a grand time playing in the water. They try to dive down to the large rocks and peer under the edge to spot lobsters that they think they could handle. Their diving abilities are so slim and short that neither one can dive beyond the length of their attached tails. Beau’s tail sticks above the water when he dives as to appear as a snorkel. They have a great time.
After a few attempts they will get on the beach and have a “you chase me and I chase you” competition running up and down the fine white sand until they are out of room. They will strut off to the showers and do the drowned cat walk through the running water coming out the other side looking so much better. At least the sand is washed from their very short hair.
Then they race off to the end section of the old bridge.
They will stop and slowly walk out to the edge looking down at the water rushing from Atlantic side to the Caribbean side of the land.
They try to spy fish that, in their imagination they could take with one single bite. Given that they could land on one making the trip past the end of the bridge. The fish most certainly would not be aware of their landing and just drag them along through the water. They backed away from the dangerous bridge end and found a nice sunny spot for a bit of a Caribbean nap in the sun.
In the mid afternoon, the two would ride back down US 1 to the end. They would be strung out side by side in the back window of the car. When they arrived, Beau would hang out around mile marker 0 for hours just absorbing all of the pets and kind remarks that visitors were so generous to hand out.
There was always time for a jaunt down to Whitehead Street and climb up the light house steps. They jump in one of the rounded windows on the sunny side to enjoy the view and the warm radiation from the sun. The glass in the windows was old and let in much more light and rays than the new windows in a lot of the homes and businesses. Beau thought that the people who put that new glass in their buildings. They were just shutting out the sun so that he, The Cephus, could have a larger supply of better quality of sun rays. They were so kind to sacrifice their sun just for him.
When days were cloudy and the persons on vacation were not out and about, he would mosey over to Flagler Ave. and hang out with the students at the high school. That is where Beau become fond of the more gentle female students. They were so kind. They would pet him and whisper soft sweet words. But then again, Beau always had an eye for the kinder humans. He laid upon a board of the fence watching the guys playing games out on the field. Beau has often asked why they were called the Fighting Conchs. He was not sure how conch would fight.
He liked the girl with the lemon colored hair. She would wear a Sandalwood fragrance. That light scent transported The Cephus back to the days of yore. He would recall what he thought life would be like sailing around the Caribbean on a 45 ft mono hull sailboat. Laying on the deck, just soaking the gentle sea breeze with ever so soft a touch of filtered sun.
When early evening would spin around it was off to the Tour Boat fishing line by the bight bridge. The Captains would bring in the tourist fisherman on their fine boats. They would take the fish and hang them from scales. The fishermen would line up beside their bounty for the catch of the day pictures. Pictures that could be bought and sent home by e-mail or snail mail to relatives and envious friends. They would clean the fish on tables that hung over the side of the dock. When the fish were all cleaned, the left over parts and excess bait would be shared with all of the feline that had shown up for the evening.
Beau would eat all of the Red Snapper he could find. Grouper was ok when there wasn’t any snapper. Beau fell in love with just the name Red Snapper and he would eat very little else. He would purr “Red Snapper, Red Snapper” softly as he ate. This was one those food items he ate solely because of the name he fancied.
This evening there was dinner for The Cephus. After consuming his fill, he hurried to clean himself. Then as his long tail waved goodbye in the breeze he was off and trotting for the Evening Sunset Performance at Mallory Pier.