Postcards from Snagglepuss
The Return of Betty Makaska (not to be confused, remember, with Bde Maka Ska in Minneapolis)
Rather brilliant autumnal-like afternoon in Wisconsin Dells, relaxing with Huckleberry Hound and our genial host, Crazy Claws, by that last one's retreat along Artificial Lake Delton over tea ... when, by sheer surprise, SHE returned into my life.
The "she," if you ask, reader, is Betty Makaska. You probably remember her from my recalling an episode with her in a houseboat on Lake of the Ozarks some years back during a typically muggy Ozarks summer while having breakfast in Minneapolis for some reason or another. A mountain lion not unlike yours truly from the same general area.
And by sheer surprise, even, which caught even Crazy Claws off his rocker!
"Ohhhh, SNAGGLEPUSS!!" Betty explained to me as she made her way through.
"BETTY--!!!" replied I. "Where have you been all this time, and what bringest thou to this retreat?!"
"Old times' sake," saith she. Trying not to be grotty-looking considering the fall weather in such regions as these, yet having that certain quality (or want thereof) making her somewhat endearing. And you can guess, even Huckleberry Hound was a little stunned to the point of some hot tea spilling on his leg (which he was quick to blot up)!
"I assume," saith I, "you still recall that somewhat interesting night on that houseboat of yours in the mugginess of summer on the Lake of the Ozarks, the portable air conditioning, and such wonderful lovemaking like we had through that night!"
(You could sense Huckleberry Hound was blushing and at once giggling at the thought.)
"Oh, do I?!!" remarked she incredulously. "Snagglepuss, you couldn't have been a more wonderful romantic like we were that muggy summer's evening!"
Later, at supper of roast pork loin, stuffing and gravy:
"I do have to admit," Betty remarked, "that my heart, so to speak, is close to Hog Waller."
"The Hillbilly Bears, I take it," remarked I.
"Obviously ... and what's particularly interesting is where the entire ursine community, or so it seems, can just love to make camp by the riverside when things get muggy, and spend much of the time swimming and diving. Which, I have to admit, I learned early on."
"So how goes the Rugg family?"
"Especially interesting is where Shag, the younger son, will swim out to Maw Rugg, kneeling underwater near the shallows, for some breastfeeding most interesting ... as in doing such underwater!"
"I take it Shag Rugg likes it that way."
"Which," Betty added, "can get to be an interesting prelude for some rather fascinating diving adventures where they've actually found freshwater pearls on occasion in that river!" (In matter of fact, she was wearing a necklace made from freshwater pearls actually found close to the Rugg homestead.) "Oh, and I ever mentioned where Floral Rugg, the older sister, has also done some diving herself?"
"Mainly for the fun of it."
"True, Snag, but she's also found the odd freshwater pearl as well."
"Rather fascinating, if I may say so myself!"
"Though I must admit that the pork loin was rather juicy ... how exactly was it possible?"
To which Huckleberry Hound remarked, and rather casually, "I just sprinkled on some Pleasoning over the top of the roast before baking."
"Obvious Wisconsin pride there," Crazy Claws remarked. "And not too salty in the process!"
At any rate, with quite the dinner conversation complemented by the presence of a certain old flame of mine in the catsonna of a certain Betty Makaska, we managed to finish off the pork loin roast that evening. How that was possible ...
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