Beau has new revelations about his trip to the land of his friends the Key Deer. I, Langston am here to offer for your consideration those thoughts and ideas.
When Beau The Cephus visits The No Name Key Pub he always enjoys himself. He will ask for the 8-inch Pub Pizza for one. Gourmet Key Shrimp Pizza with many small squovals of Spicy Conch Fritters are enjoyed while setting with his friends and eating late in the evening. A truly charmed cat.
After dinner he will go down Watson Avenue with a big right on to Key Deer Blvd. past Higgs Rd, stopping at The Blue Hole, to drop off part of his pizza to Blue the Alligator. Blue will eat all of the pizza you can carry in just a moment. He lives in the top layer of water in the hole which is fresh from rain water and the bottom is salt water. Beau has often asked if he could swim with Blue. Blue just looked at The Cephus and yawned real big and long. When he yawned, his eyes would close. Beau just stared and backed up a few feet further from the water. Beau has a great time chasing the many green iguanas around the hole. Always keeping an eye on Blue. Just in case Blue needs more than a small pizza.
Last visit to see Blue, Beau cleaned his claws on a tree. For a couple of weeks and several tubes of steroid cream, he would just lay on the deck and meow out “error, error, error, would wave his feet back and forth in the air. Seems that the tree, he had selected, was a Hog Gum tree or as Florida Crackers know it a Poisonwood. Every time he would utter the now famous “error, error, error”. I, Langston would have a hard time holding my smirks.
His use of his PawPad computer has changed his language. Never before he had said “error error error” until after the PawPad. How those touch pad computers have changed his language. Now he meows in short burst of initials. I bet his distant kin back in England would have a struggle just understanding his “CompuCatShortcut” language.
We always stop at M.M. 17 on US 1, Sugarloaf Key. to visit Perky’s Bat House. Beau begins by sitting behind some plants and watching for one of the bats to land on the ground. He sits there waiting and watching until the falling sun blinds him. Some afternoons he will move closer and just wait. He has never been told that the bats would hang out inside of the house until dusk. Well, thats if there was any bats there in the house. He claims to enjoy deep-fried bat with a side of lizard pate made with sweet basil, fat-free Vole tail and a touch of cinnamon. When he is aboard ship, he likes his fried bat served on Royal Albert dinnerware. He will eat with tooth picks. He is able to hold them between his small toes where the heavy forks with 3 tines will just slip from his paw and clatter on the floor.In a tight pinch, The Cephus will eat from a light weight paper plate that can be purchased at the ships store or West Marine.
Beau is not even sure if he could catch a bat. The only time he has come close to a bat was when he visited and was helping at Lechuguilla Cave System. He would set at the freshly dug out entrance early each morning waiting for the Mexican Free Tail Bats to return. They were too fast and devious for The Cephus to ever hope to touch. He would set for 30 minutes and then return to help with the cave. Beau always thought that they smelled like Fritos. He enjoyed eating there in New Mexico. He did, however miss the ocean and the feel of sand under his feet and between his toes. Often he has expressed the thought that when you had sand in between your toes and the sun on your back, you could never leave the ocean, especially the Gulf of Mexico.
Beau does not appreciate Red Tide. He thinks that it is not only distasteful to the eye but it smells so abominable and makes his eyes roast and nose run. When the Red Tide is running there is no going to the beach. Last year while walking on the beach, Beau looked out at the water and put the pads of his left rear foot down on a dead puffer fish that had died from the Red Tide. He hobbled around on three feet for a week. He kept complaining of a numb feeling in his leg. He would watch TV by holding his foot up above his precious little heart. He said he was afraid that it would swell and become hard, black and fall off.
Beau’s community service, celebrity and work release projects have consumed so many nap hours that he now must take very long and very quite siestas just to keep his sleep deficit down below the feline debt limit.
Lethargy is not enjoyable to a cat who must sleep with at least one eye just slightly open at all times. He is fearful that “They” (The Cats of the planet Felina) will come back to pick him up and take him home without even a notice. He is not sure why or where they had dropped him off. The only memory is from a dream during a cat slumberland snooze of a few years ago. He had fallen asleep after eating some Columbian Cat Nip. He thought it was some thing that another cat had slipped into his stool softener cocktail along with the Indian psyllium husk fiber. He had a friend Windsley Flowhand that he thought may have done the deed. But he is not sure.
Beau’s eyes are once again glazing over and the rubbing of the eyes with the front ankles has begun. That is the signal that he will once again be gone. Have faith, he is usually back and ready to party again after only 23-26 hours of rest.