Charlie, oh Charlie. I was so excited to meet him on my weekend trip the the Pioneer Woman’s ranch. I’ve been reading about his capers on Ree’s website for over a year now, so in my book Charlie has an all-out celebrity status. When Christy, one of the other lovely guests, came running up and said “Jenna, Charlie is outside right now!” I went into a hysterical fit and made a mad dash to get my camera.
Why my camera was in my room and not around my neck, I cannot explain.
As I ran down the hallway to the room I shared with my Mom, my socks piped up “Hey, guess what you forgot? We have no traction on these smooth wooden floors!” As my purple and red argyle footwear betrayed me and I klafumped onto the floor, I thought Charlie, you’d better make it worth my while.
Limping outside to the tune of a large bruise quickly entering its yellowish brownish development stage, I found Charlie.
He was lolling about in the sun as Ree’s youngest daughter played with his soft, floppy ears.
The sun was pretty bright and there were harsh shadows (not so good for photography), so I told myself I’ll just come back a little later. Plus, maybe by then Charlie will gather his strength and actually move about. Sure enough, a little while later I spotted Charlie through the window and seized the photographic opportunity.
He was sitting on the edge of the hill, looking noble.
As he heard my limping self get closer, he turned and gave me one long, mournful look.
Goodbye forever, he said, and promptly took off.
But Charlie! I just sustained a severe bodily injury for your sake! Come back and pose for me!
However, Charlie would hear naught.
Come back tomorrow to hear the outcome. Did I injure Charlie in a tit for tat all-out ranch-style animal on human fight? Did he simply disappear out of my life forevermore? Or did we make ammends and become BFF’s?
In the meantime, here are the kitties again. They were so much more compliant when I descended on them with my camera. I think I’ll call them Nelson and Winthrop.
To be continued . . .