Tale of A Cat

Growing up on Lake Superior in the upper peninsula of Michigan, in the small city of Marquette, our family always had pets. And, at one point, we owned a black-and-gray striped cat named Bootsy.

He was an indoor-outdoor cat, and, when inside, enjoyed sitting by the large picture window in the living room, at the front of the house.

There were lots of kids in the neighborhood at that time, so it was common for friends to come over and visit. We also had a doorbell with a glowing light.

Once, the doorbell rang and I went to see who it was, opening only the main door but not the screen door. I looked but nobody was there.

At that time, a common prank which children enjoyed was called ditching doorbells – ringing someone’s doorbell & running away.

Assuming this was the case, I closed the door and began to walk back into the house. Just then, it rang again. I turned around quickly and opened both doors, stepping out on to the front porch to see who it was – but, there was no person in sight.

However, an explanation quickly became apparent. It was our cat!

As the front porch was visible from the living room window, he could see people come to our house, press the glowing doorbell, hear the sound of the doorbell, and then watch us react by opening the door.

On his own, Bootsy learned he could get on the milk box, and then jump up on top of the mailbox, from which he could lean against the doorbell, letting us know when he wanted to come inside. That education was a game-changer for a cat.

The question: did we own the cat, or did he own us? I think the latter.

© 2021 Phil Perkins

Stepping Back

It’s like I’m outside at a circus, looking through a dirty glass window, watching all the kids having fun inside…

Climbing tall ladders to reach high wires. Pulling a lion’s tail. Stepping on the oversized shoes of clowns.

In time, I turned back to pass between bended fence posts and begin my journey home – 10,000 steps.

© 2021 Phil Perkins

PHOTO CREDIT: this is a modified photo from unsplash.com.

Reflections

Vintage graphic design of nature through photography, as a late afternoon sun reflects across the glistening waters of Lake Superior, on a bay in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. See more.

Memory Lane

Take a step back in time and enjoy a visit to fond memories of youthful exuberance. You won’t have to go far, just stop by my galleries at Fine Art America or Redbubble to discover some really fun items – prints, tote bags, iPhone cases, t-shirts, notebooks, etc.. Enjoy!

Rustic Cabin

Enjoy my artistic rendition of an old, rustic cabin missing windows and roofing, exposed to the elements of nature and ravages of time. The view reminds me of peering through a dirt-covered screen, trying to discern more accurately the details of a distant structure. If you’d like to add a print to the walls of your home or office, then please visit my gallery at Fine Art America to review a variety of print types.

Father And Son

This digital artwork features a father and son cautiously walking along the water’s edge of a lake, with their pant-cuffs rolled up to keep dry. Based on a photograph from unsplash.com. See more in my gallery at Fine Art America. Thanks for stopping by.

Memories of The Big Lake

Looking back in time to the waves of Lake Superior, crashing on to and over a break wall located in Michigan’s upper peninsula, at Marquette on Presque Isle. Based on an analog photograph from 1994. Visitors can see more in my gallery at Fine Art America. Thanks for stopping by.

Imagination

Imagination

After traveling for what felt like hours, I finally reached the crest of a hilltop which seemed familiar, like a place that I may have played as a child. Yet something was different, puzzling me…where had my friends gone, and the tree that I so enjoyed climbing in my youth? I closed my eyes for a moment to imagine what those days were like, and in my mind I returned home…

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