“The Disappearance of Little Tommy Drummond”
After a local boy is apparently abducted, hardware store owner Kira Manning reflects that a single incident of violence and loss can change a small town forever.
First published on November 5, 2013, Dead Beats Literary Blog
http://www.deadbeats.eu/post/66085895442/the-disappearance-of-little-tommy-drummond-by-eric
… because I had to rescue the young masked rascal again.
Again I made a milk-crate ladder, and again I had to coax the hapless breakfast-seeker to escape the dumpster in which he got trapped. But this time, after exiting, he hung around a bit … and gave me that same interspecies-detente look that MamaCat once gave me before she became a permanent companion, along with her TinyCat cadre. It’s that relaxed look an animal gives you that seems to say, “Okay, we’re friends now.”
I need to somehow decline this budding friendship tactfully. Because my building superintendent will tolerate my occasional Cat Advocacy. But I know he’d be less tolerant of Raccoon Rapport.
For a time, the TinyCats merely languished: lying about, mewling, suckling at MamaCat. Layabouts!
Imagine my surprise today when I walked in on Olympic Games taking place! (Kittens apparently become active very quickly.)
Here are pictures of the Wrasslin’ Matches:
Here are pictures of the Hide-and-Seek Event:
The Chew-the-Bag Competition!
The Staring Contest With The Human!! (TinyCat won.)
Stalking the Human’s Foot! (Then fleeing when he turns around.)
The necessary rest after the events:
It was made in 1944, for God’s sakes.
… just some weird stuff.
And a friend found this at work …
So I have a Twitter account now: https://twitter.com/ericrnolan1
I am giving up my Tumblr account, because I am pretty sure I am the only one on there.
So “Follow me!” as Johnny Rico so bravely shouted in “Starship Troopers.” I remain your number one source for poetry, kitten pictures, monsters, dream imagery as deus ex machina, shameless self-promotion, end-of-the-world stories, links to free e-books, and Sarah Palin jokes.
“C’mon you apes!! You want to live forever?!!”
So you’re in the Bay Shore area and don’t want to look like a damn hippie. Neither do you want to spend $22 minimum for a STYLIST (ooh-la-LA). Canevaro Barber Shop in the Pathmark Shopping Center on 5th Avenue offers $5 haircuts every weelkday, as it employs barbers in training.
Mine turned out fine. Though any haircut is a pyrhicc victory for me, as it can only further reveal my Giant White Irish Nerd Forehead.
Support a local family business and get your coif on. Also, please tip well, as the barbers there are actually really good, and they are professionals just starting out, who could probably use the money.
Seriously! Look at the little medieval wing-ed beast she is brandishing, and then compare it with my own Little Ninja. I don’t care what those sciencey types say — these two are definitely cousins!!
I apparently look like an abuser, because the TinyCats often flinch when I move my hand near them. Which is sad, because I do want to be their friend. Anyway, in order to avoid the Mysterious Terror of the Moving Hand, they are prone to hiding under The Leg, which they have decided is quite safe, and a refuge. (See the first pic below.)
They also love The Sneaker. They approach it quickly and repeatedly. They sniff it. They are regaled by it. One thing that I would never advise any living creature to do is smell my sneakers, but the TinyCats are strange animals.
Dead Snakes, United States
“When I Meet the Devil,” “Lying Close”
Published on May 22, 2013
http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2013/05/eric-robert-nolan-two-poems.html
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 