Good afternoon, fine, anonymous denizens of the World Wide Web. On your phone? Are you connected to a network? Sometimes I turn WiFi off then forget to turn it back on… To the one person who perhaps was just saved the better part of 7 cents, you are exceedingly welcome. Everyone else, you knew the risks of reading this foolishness, now bask in the glory of your poor decision-making! BAAASK! Thank you, by the way, you are all amazing!
So, slightly sad news, the adorable fuzz-kitten that was my ancient, 22-year old tabby passed away yesterday. It was at the vet and super peaceful and whatnot so all things considered I think we all came out of it relatively unscathed. Well, not Cally, (the cat), so much, but how far can you expect to live beyond 100?
I wanted though to re-share 2 older pieces written in her honor. One comedic, the other more pragmatic in its acceptance of mortality. Fixed a couple linguistic miscues as well. Much obliged, friends.
Desperate eyes never leave yours
Looks right up at you from all fours
Cajoling taps upon your shin
Begs for you to please God begin
I dole out rubs, a languid pace
Annoyance shows upon her face
Her mewling cries echo quite loud
I at last rise as does she proud
That pestering borderline rude
Has earned another bowl of food.
“Requiem for a Hairball”
A tragic plot we must outlive
Those who selflessly spirit give
All that we can do in the end
Treasure each day with furry friend
Comfort is sometimes hard to find
When you seek within humankind
They ask nothing from us save love
Perfect gifts were sent from above
One day, too soon, to be returned
Having their wings and halos earned.
She was a fine creature and will be forever recalled as such. At least until my own encroaching senility equalizes to her former advanced level. At that point I’ll have bigger problems. Like remembering to turn off the stove after using it to light my enthusiastically legal marijuana cigarette. Isn’t that what happened to Richard Pryor? Perhaps not.
That’s all for me. Don’t feel bad about the cat, it was her time, she was loved for a more than a lifetime and as for me, I still have the even fuzzier Catherine the Great as a snuggling companion. I just wish she would let ME be the “big spoon” sometimes.
Happy trails and wagging tails to you all, your human loved ones and your animal familiars.
What was with the Priory of Sion joke? Ask Dan Brown… he can probably get to the bottom of it… eventually anyway.
JK, Love you DB, Angels and Demons was fantastic!
Seriously, I’m leaving now. And I’m too tired to meticulously proofread OR to not start a sentence with the word “and”. Thereby disregarding my unfounded belief of such use of a coordinating conjunction as being the devil.
A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.