Skunks...

    I have a huge skunk waddling around my yard in the afternoon sun.  I think that's kind of an odd thing for a skunk to be out doing at this time of day, but, wouldn't you know it, that smelly creature is just somewhat adorable --so long as I'm not outside. 

    I know what you're all thinking.  "Dan?  Your cat kind of looks like a skunk, ya know?" 

     Believe me, I know.  Trust me, it's unbelievably easy to get those two animals mixed up at, say...  Three o'clock, Sunday morning when I am navigating my way down the alley.  It goes something like this:

    "Cat-dog!" I say when I see him, and I hold my arms out and stumble after the black and white furry mass.  "Here kitty, kitty, kitty."   

     Fortunately, the animal scuttles off into the night, and I lumber my besotted way toward the house.  When I open the door, I notice the cat sitting there looking exceptionally angry for being trapped inside, and the only thing my challenged mind can come up with is, "How'd you get a key?"