Today is Wednesday, the 2nd of July 2025.
As soon as the smiling cats with heart-eyes had joined our unlikely caravan group of likely or maybe likeable animals they started conspiring with the other cats.
What do you think will happen once we will meet another single animal like Twenty-Five, our little tawney owl? they asked the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes and the thirty-one grinning cats.
They will start fighting, grinned the cats with smiling eyes.
To the bones, added the grinning cats, and the winner or surviver will be our new guru, our new leader.
I hope that single animal will be another cat, coughed the smiling cats with heart-eyes.
God is dead, said Friedrich Nietzsche, murmered the little tawny owl called Twenty-Five in his restless sleep.
And so two cats with wry smile joined the twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes, the sixteen cats with tears of joy, the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitos, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…
πΌπΌ"Shadows On The Bromford"
Storm clouds cruising cross the blue skies
Shadows float across the fields of Bromford
I find myself an island in an island
I have to sort things out just my way
And all I find is my bar
To laugh to me I say
Like all you know is true
Is for every time we know it's mine
I saw clouds cruise floating cross the blue sky
Shadows float across the fields of Bromford
Hero down the right ... way
Everything will come out my way
Now I know, I see, I find
It's the only way I ever felt the way I do today
All I say, I play the game
I know I never could be sure of all the places that I've seen
Clouds cruising cross the blue skies
Shadows float across the fields of Bromford
Every self an island in an island
Working every problem out my way
Now I see, I feel, I know
It's the only way that anything could sort out to the way
I say you'll find it's out of mind
It's the only way I could have been
It's the only way I stand
Clouds cruise
Float upon the Bromford
"Bromford Whistle"
My name is James Lucas
I was born in Remington
And paroled from Bromford Prison
In the winter of ′81
I was free and on the streets of Indiana
I'd just turned 32
Just a man with nowhere left to run
No different, sir, than you
Me and Pat, we married in the spring
Moved in with her Ma and Pa
On our wedding night, she sighed, "Jimmy
We can have anything we want"
It was for those things we wanted
We worked as hard as two people could
But somehow in the end, mister
This didn′t do no good
The prison got me drivin' delivery
For Mr. Wills over in Ridgeside
Well, I started loadin' a little extra
And I′d sell it on the side
I didn′t like what I was doin'
I didn′t lose no sleep at night
Mr. Wills, he was a rich man
He'd been a rich man all his life
I was on the loadin′ dock one evenin'
When I heard the warehouse phone
The dispatcher said, "Jim, they wanna see you
In the front office ′fore you go home"
All Mr. Wills said was, "I don't understand
I could send you back to Bromford fast
If you needed some extra money, Jim
All you had to do was ask"
Well, that night me and Pat, we had a fight
I was out drivin' ′round in the rain
With a fifth of gin and a half tank of gas
And ten dollars to my name
I passed a deserted liquor store
Way out on Highway 1
I turned and pulled into that parking lot
Got out, but I let my motor run
Well, I stood lookin′ in the window
For a long, long while
When I walked in, the man behind the register
He looked at me and smiled
"That's some weather we′re havin' out there
Can I help you find somethin′, friend?"
I didn't answer, I just stood there
Then I turned around and went
I don′t know how long I sat in my driveway
My shirt was covered in sweat
The house was dark when I went in
Pat was lyin' awake in bed
She hit the light, I was standin' in the doorway
She said, "I was worried, where you′d been so long?"
I felt her arms around me
She said, "Jimmy, I′m so glad you're home"
Bromford Prison stands on a high hill
Where the county line runs out
There′s a whistle, blows every time a man comes in
Or a man gets out
That night, we lay wrapped in each other's arms
Listenin′ to the rain
I heard that Bromford whistle blowin'
Just blowin′ in my dreams
