MINNIE (the forgotten Saxman)

Minnie Rogue Saxman  (or whatever middle names the girls gave it,) was born into this world as a rodent.

One fine day, a giggling gaggle of Saxman girls arrived home, likely from some strip-mall pet store. Maybe it was located within the B&I in Tacoma with that old gorilla that lived there. Ivan was his name? Not important.

I believe the 'all-black' option (eyeballs/fur,) was chosen by Mom because she felt the white fur/red eyes was horrid and amplified that the animal was, in fact, "..looking directly at you." Minnie came complete with wire cage, bag of sawdust for her living room floor, and water dispenser. There was alot of playing with Minnie during the initial two years of her stay at 611 Louviers Ave, intersecting Penniman St. and across the street from the playground.

"Playing with Minnie" consisted of; passing her back and forth, feeding her carrots, making 'squeaking sounds,' and taking her out of her home (cage) and placing her basically anywhere in the world. Minnie, likely in shock and recovery from the heart attacks that she obviously incurred during each of these 'play sessions,' would typically sit rigid with a heartbeat so fast that you could only know what it felt like if you were a offensive lineman during play-action in an electric football game.

Minnie lived to be 5 years old, 8 years old, 16 years old!? I do not know her final age. I'm not certain that anyone remembers when she expired. After a few years she was pretty much left to squeak out her final squeaks in that hospice also known as the 'den.' Perhaps, somewhere underneath those shredded Lakewood Journals in the sky, Minnie is looking down upon that particular corner of that house and smiling, as she attempts to bomb it with a few cloud-dusted poop pellets.

"In my old country I was a surgeon." She sighs.