CAROLYN'S COMPOSITIONS

May 22, 2009

The “Meow” Chorus: A cat symphony on a Greyhound Bus


CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS

THE “MEOW” CHORUS:

A Cat Symphony on a Greyhound Bus

     The bus passenger carried a suitcase—an ordinary enough looking valise, dark brown with stains and stickers identifying places its age and destinations. It was one of several unmatched pieces she was traveling with.

     She was returning to her hometown after a years sojourn in a strange city. All her worldly goods were in these bags. Ordinary items. Clothes, a few books, financial records, photos and a favorite glass from the state fair.

     But another bag held one thing that was not ordinary. She held it tight to her side as she stood in the bus line, waiting to board.

     As the line shortened, she grew nervous. Could, she, would she, be successful? After all, there were rules. And she was intentionally and uncharacteristically breaking one of them.

     She broke out in a sweat as her turn came to show her ticket. Her brown eyes grew big with rebelliousness and her firm body language spoke of her resolve to succeed, to “get away” with her task.

     The driver reached for her ticket, As he began to punch it, a sound came from the bag. He heard it, and realizing what it meant he looked at her with sympathy in his eyes and said, “There’s another bus in 30 minutes.” Then he handed her back her ticket.

     Glumly she turned back the station, struggling with her luggage.

     The next bus arrived on time. Again, she got in line, this time successfully boarding the bus. She traipsed down the aisle to find a seat in the rear of the vehicle, and settled in. The other passengers also found their seats, and when all had boarded, the driver maneuvered the bus out into the street. They were on their way.

     Shortly, she felt motion in the mysterious bag. She reached inside, hoping to keep her extra, illegal passenger, quiet. It worked for a while.

     Suddenly there was a loud noise emanating from the back of the bus, loud enough that the bus driver turned around to see what it was. It came from her bag.

     The bus was stopped for a red light. As the driver looked around for the source of the noise, it escalated. There was not just one “MEOW.” There was a chorus of “Meows.” A group of college-age students were hamming it up with a cacophony of feline sounds. The bus driver smiled, satisfied, as the light turned green. He continued on.

     Throughout the six-hour drive, the young men periodically made meow music. They also enjoyed Muffin, an unexpected source of entertainment on their usually dull bus ride.

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Baby Boy Kitten shortly after the bus trip...

     This is the story of how Baby Boy Kitten (yes, that was his name—how unimginative!) and I made it safely from Columbus, Ohio to Buffalo, New York. And that is why the young men, concerned about the need for a young woman to travel home with her pet, came to our rescue. I will be forever thankful for The Meow Chorus.

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ADDITIONAL READING:

SHALIMAR

LOSS AND LOVE

THE UNICORN: MYTH OR REALITY?
WHAT RIGHTS DO CATS HAVE, I ASK
THE KILLER KITTEN
FERAL BIRDS: THE LATEST COMMUNITY HAZARD

THE UNUSUAL GROUNDHOG

ELINOR’S ORPHAN KITLINGS

A DOG FOR ALL SEASONS

ARCHIE & MEHITIBLE

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