Mercury Bunkers
I had an early airport run Tuesday morning, and with the windows down, passing that big, convoluted intersection, where the highways become a spaghetti mess, I could smell rain. That aroma lightened my heart. Coming back from the airport with a Capricorn in tow, we did run into a few big drops of rain, but not enough to roll up the windows. The morning threat of rain got me thinking about this scene, from the other day.
So I was walking down hill from Jo’s, or some place similar, and there was a huge house tabby cow cat, staring into the storm sewer at the edge of the curb. Cow cats are black and white, sort of a Holstein kind of a feline. As my feet slowed, and I hove into a position with a view better, I could see a pair of eyes, down in the sewer, a feral black cat, dim in the darkness of the street’s storm drainage plumbing. Suddenly, there was a lot of hissing, spitting, tails fluffed up, and that cow cat was at a standoff with the feral feller.
As I approached, the cow cat nonchalantly sauntered off to the safety of the homestead, across the street.
The feral one, he kept watching me until I got rather close to the sewer’s gaping mouth, and then he bolted down the pipe. I kept thinking, “Living in a storm sewer, not a bad place when Mercury is retrograde. Surrounded by thick, concrete pipes…. Safe. Defensible. Probably an abundance of live food, too.”
Dealing with a recalcitrant retrograde Mercury is like that: you can hide, and you can figure that it’s all good and safe, but then, along comes some unpredictable weather and washes you out of the safe place. Although, today’s rain barely dampened much of anything – it was a nice respite.
