What’s Mine iz Mine

What’s yours?

Let sleeping cats lie: Mr P and his favourite window ledge

Once more, for regular readers. This is the third of four pieces i’ll be entering into the Medium Writing Competition (details here should you feel tempted).

The second entry is here. And none of this is exactly like my usual output, but hey! Nothing ever is. Hope you like it.

Now read on.

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Ah, Space. The Final Frontier. In caps, of course, because that’s how i always imagine renowned captain, and interstellar lothario, James T Kirk, speaking.

To Boldly Go — my inner pedant grieves that abused infinitive! — where No Man (!) has Gone Before. Of course, they dropped the “Man” decades ago. But you always remember your first. First James Bond: Connery, or just maybe the much under-rated Lazenby. First Star Trek: Kirk. Spock. First crush: a young woman who literally threw herself at my feet, one night, at the local ice rink…

But we were talking about Man, Mankind, and the collective desire to grab more room. Lebensraum. Go East.

Go West. To Oklahoma, of course. The second spawned a more than passable musical masterpiece. The first, less so, unless you count the contribution of comedy genius Mel Brooks.