The College Boy Repairs a Feline

Smart Ass College Boy

My Dad often shows up in my dreams with one thing or another in his hands. Usually it is in two parts or broken. For instance he had a three legged cat under one arm and in his other hand he showed me the forth leg.

I think that dreams* are supposed to be a way to work through things that seem to have no resolution in the daylight world.

My father had a lot of hands-on-experience. He could pretty much do anything with a hunk of wood and a nail. I am the one without practical experience. We had a life-long joke. He’d ask me to do something, for instance, rake the leaves. My stock reply was:

“Do you want it done right, or do you want me to do it?” In my dream, he asked me: "what am I supposed to do with this?", holding the severed leg in my face.

"Come on, Dad, do I have to do everything for you?" I told him to hold the cat on its back and give me the other leg. He looked perplexed, so did the cat. I screwed the leg back where it belonged and the cat jumped up and ran off.

Dad said, "How the hell did you know how to do that?"

"Well, Dad, remember how you used to call me a 'smart ass college boy' ?

That's the first thing they teach you when you go to college. "







* Some think that "dreams" or "Art" may sometimes be interchangable.

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