The cat caught a mouse between my bare feet this week.
She’d lain siege for days listening to it scrabble and gnaw behind the kitchen baseboards. While I stood at the sink and washed dishes, I felt a light breeze blow against my ankles. Looking down, I saw the cat trot away with the mouse in her teeth. She grew up feral in the country and wasn’t playing around. The mouse was food.
I’m lucky enough to live in a state with a couple of tropical rainforests, and duck inside them now and then for a little warmth and color. The generous builders of these artificial worlds ask only that you embrace the fantasy and imagine you’ve walked into Costa Rica or Madagascar. On a tight schedule, needing a dose of jungle, I find that’s not too much to ask.
In the Tulsa Zoo’s rainforest exhibit, a path slopes through twisted roots of a concrete strangler fig into the quiet depths of an Amazon tributary, waters held apart by glass walls. Giant black and white catfish glide by, winking. A replicated Mayan stone head guards the entrance; around concrete trees, faux vines twist. My friend takes hold of a looping liana and said, “it’s real- look. It’s squishy, feel it”. Lianas being hard woody vines, I wasn’t fooled. This one was latex. But nicely done.
Most of the plants and animals here are real. Caciques and oropendolas fly through umbrella-leaves of live cecropia and appear to be nest-building (this might be an illusion, too, but one can hope) in the tangled vines pressing their flowers against the translucent ceiling panels. The air is refreshed with good ventilation and plant exhalations. A golden-headed lion tamarin on the hollowed bole of a buttressed tree (concrete) scrunches its elfin face at me and twitters like a finch.
At OKC’s Myriad Botanical Gardens, I stand under a waterfall and get a little buzz from the cool spray of negative ions. Somewhere I’ve heard waterfalls relieve stress. No argument here. I’m just going to walk lightly up this rock-face on a path of ferns and orchids and butterflies, ok?
Our cat is a healthy, well fed member of our family. She is not allowed outside. We created a lovely artificial world for her in here, giving her carpeted climbing trees and toy wands with chicken feathers dragged from the ends (her eyes dilate when she plays). She has cat grass for her eating (and vomiting) pleasure and a nice Pottery Barn sofa to sleep on and shred (NEVER buy a sofa with fabric slipcovers if you have a cat). She eats a can of science-formulated kitty health-pate every morning and night; she poops in a sandbox under the bathtub. The cat cheerfully embraces these artifices. At playtime, I hope she imagines herself a jungle beast. If not a jaguar, then at least an ocelot.
Back in the kitchen, when a real mouse entered the Faux Zone, the cat’s past got the better of her. I never saw her go in for the kill. Just a gentle breeze against my heels and crunching sounds on the Pottery Barn rug. Drying my hands, I brought her a napkin. She barely looked up.
A few days from now after the cold front moves through and I need another shot of jungle, it’s only thirty minutes away. And there’s a plumeria in there I really should get to know better.
9 thoughts on “Friday Fauna-Jungle Escape Pod”
Thick knees! We sometimes (after dark) have a small family group shuffling and talking in the weedy part near our front wall . Not bad for suburbia!
dinahmow- I’ve been to Cairns and loved the city lawn birds: not just thick knees but magpie larks and masked lapwings and ibis. And that’s just on the ground. Then you look up in the trees and see cockatoos. Fabulous.
And then there is this, too .I hope it works in USA! http://www.flickr.com/photos/18554857@N03/6933131022/in/set-72157624033900001
Wow, love your sketches…Just amazing
So enjoyed your Post and illustrations. Cheers.
Fabulous. I also like your well observed and amusing descriptions… great work
Thanks for the uplift. Great as always.
I love your soft gentle approach to all your subjects and the stories that go with them. Beautiful post