Last night while I was writing in my diary, I wuz just thinking about teenagers and how they change the line of meeting a curfew.

It’s midnight, the temperature outside is dropping into the twenties, and  I’m at the patio door, flipping the porch light off and on and opening and closing the glass door as it makes a distinct rattle, to get their attention.

The other teens came into the house at the 11:00 o’clock curfew.  All I had to do was turn on the porch light and immediately these three ran in to get a snack to eat and find a warm spot.

I guess I feel a little silly, it’s as if one of our teens are past curfew.

It’s just that everyone else is home and safe except “Egypt”.

At the top of the hill and the end of the street is a tall light  pole. It  shines it’s glow, lighting up this side of the street.

Times past, I would watch Egypt, in the dark of night, gallop across the neighbor’s yards to home.

Now that he is getting older, he stays out later and later.

Egypt will be nearing one year old .  About this time a year ago, when his mother gave birth to him and his siblings, we named his brother “Possum”  because he looked a lot like a baby possum.

Then there is sister, Blackie.  She has the prettiest silky black hair.  She loves to sit in my lap and pet her. The other sister, also solid black with silky black hair, disappeared one day. We hope she is in  a safe home.

Just as I was dozing in my recliner, I heard a rattling of the window screen.  Egypt was climbing the screen to get my attention.

I looked at the clock and it was showing one o’clock in the morning.  Just as I was about to lecture him about the dangers of the night, he fled past me to the kitchen where his supper was still awaiting him.  He did not even slow down enough for a pat on the head or a little scratch on the belly, that he loves so much.

Well, the door is locked, the porch light  turned off, and everyone is safe.  Now it’s time to relax and have a good night’s sleep.

Our children have all grown and moved elsewhere, so now our pets have filled those voids, and I’m staying up late at night, worrying if they are safe, as I wuz jus thinking.