THE EARLY AMBLE

Didn't smoke a pipe at all yesterday, it being a holiday so my apartment mate was at home, and I didn't feel like going anywhere other than the Pakistani restaurant that she suggested where we had an excellent lunch. But this morning I jazzed myself up with some coffee and stepped out with a pipe and some Rattray's tobacco. Day off, feet recovered from workweek.
And I'm perky. Oh lordy yes.


Rattray's various Virginia offerings are suitable for smokers of any age and either gender.
So I'm surprised that I don't run into more people who recognize the fabulous smell.
Or any of them, really. Must be the time of day.

People who wander around this neighborhood early in the morning are probably more familiar with the odour of their dog's digestive tract terminus than anything refined.

There's just no accounting for tastes.

When I wake up, I usually want a hot caffeinated beverage, followed by a smoke while wandering around the neighborhood enjoying the fresh air and the birds tweetering.
Dog poo is the last thing on my mind. I'm normal.


Mind you, I like dogs and get along well with them. It's dog owners I find problematic. They're too needy and always want attention, and that whole crotch sniffing thing is a bit much.
Cats are much more civilized, and sometimes they gift you a dead mouse.
It's a token of their near-parental concern.
Encouragement, in a way.
Eat better!

A cat will never insist that you go duck hunting, will not drag you out of bed to poo, and won't bark at birds, travelling salesmen, or other creatures. Nor will it slobber and act drunk.
It may lie on your keyboard, for want of an old-fashioned typewriter.
Or sleep in a shaft of sunlight on your chest.
Sober common sense behaviour.
And indolence.


There is a cat in the picture above. The reason you cannot see it is because it isn't jumping around and barking at a chipmunk. Nor did it use any part of the pavement as its toilet.

When my apartment mate leaves for work I shall shut her bedroom door and open a few windows, so that I can smoke indoors while doomscrolling, safely away from people out toilet-walking their ambulatory four legged or two legged poo-factories.
I am not what's wrong with this country as some of them think.
If there were a cat, it would not object.
Or bark at me.



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