Getting up he had heard a very strange animal noise. It was a cat he had inherited from his brothers passing who barely made a sound. This cat was old and had some very bad habits, like not covering up what he left in the litter box. Each time he repeated a deed it earned him a new name. When he wouldn’t leave the rug in the kitchen alone using it as a litter tray, he became Nuisance. Knocking over the Christmas tree he was called Treetrimmer. This continued through the years. For the first year he had him he hid in the basement and was almost forgotten about until getting something one day from a shelf, there sat the lonely cat. Today he was acting strange, almost like he was sick or going to die. He made some strange gasping sounds and he asked him what was wrong, by his real name. The cat perked up and became a fixed object next to his chair or in bed with him every night after that. It must have really liked the extra attention that one day.
He rode out on a beautiful evening and watched his herd. It pleased him to sit and watch his "bank account" grow and grow. He wondered about selling some, but never did. He just let them enjoy the wonderful area they lived in. The new calves were getting nice and fat, often staying the longest at the troughs full of grain. He would laugh at their antics when they moved as a herd. Sometimes a lone straggler bawled at the rest because they didn’t want to be left behind. He looked at the sun setting and wished his wife had been here with him. She always loved this time of day as much as he. His daughter said nobody would put up with him so he may as well quit trying, but he knew there was someone that could fill his void. He wished it was easier to do, they needed a store to fill his demands. Whoever made this happen would become very wealthy he felt. A muffled bellow made him ride after a lone calf and push it over the hill to get to the water. He kept thinking of names for the store.
Taking a short vacation he headed out to the mountains to enjoy some different scenery. A rodeo was coming to town and his former favorite bull rider was heading up the lineup. He laughed at his calling him a tenderfoot, but it made him a little mad later down the road. When he walked out on a scenic trail he approached a few people setting up to repel down the face of a cliff. He thought he might give it a try if they didn’t care and proceeded to climb up the steep slope to get his legs warmed up. A cute lady was yelling at him how good he was. This boosted his spirits and he went even farther up the cliff. All of a sudden he couldn’t get a good grip and he looked down at his fan. He smiled and didn’t want to say his body was telling him no, and didn’t want to continue. He stared at his footholds and clambered down. He wanted to talk to her more but she was already walking up the trail with someone else, the story of his life he felt. He headed back to his truck and went back to the hotel and sat around the pool. Watching a few families made him realize he still had some family at least, but the days of having a significant other were still on his mind and never went away.