Maurice: We wait, curled in warm places in Glyn's barns or his kitchen, until the men with hammers and drills have gone. In the evenings there is a fire now. Everything in the house is different.
Today we walked a little way, but something steals my breath. I cannot go far from home and She seems sad because of this. I look at the sky, the birds, secret ways through bushes of thorns. I listen to windsong and birdsong. I feel autumn sun and leaf fall. I smell damp air, crisp leaf and I can hear a falling leaf rustle, a bird wing flit, a moth breathe. I am a cat.
Today we walked a little way, but something steals my breath. I cannot go far from home and She seems sad because of this. I look at the sky, the birds, secret ways through bushes of thorns. I listen to windsong and birdsong. I feel autumn sun and leaf fall. I smell damp air, crisp leaf and I can hear a falling leaf rustle, a bird wing flit, a moth breathe. I am a cat.
Oh, Maurice, you beautiful beloved! I hope I can be as graceful as you are when I am walking your path.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful cat--whose plight is breaking our hearts even though we have never walked with him or stroked his ginger fur and heard him purr.
ReplyDeleteMy beloved Oscar-cat was still so much himself in personality during the last weeks of his life. He too, had a cancerous tumor. I held him, dripped tears into his fur, wanted him to know that if there was any way to help or cure him that I would do it. I hope that somehow he knew that, sensed how dear he was.
Sending you love across the waters, Maurice.
ReplyDelete-Karen and Henry
I agree with Anne Boleyn. You are quite beautiful, Maurice.
ReplyDeleteDear Maurice Morris,
ReplyDeleteYou are indeed a cat, and a very beautiful and special one. You look as gorgeous as ever. We are so sorry She is sad.
Our love to you,
Ali and Black Cat xx
Sweet Maurice, lovely cat, go slowly, take all the time you need. Love you boy.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear the breath-stealer is still stalking you, Maurice
ReplyDeleteMaurice, gentle cat and strong, may the Cat Goddess watch over you and keep you safe and healthy.
ReplyDeleteYou are a beautiful boy, Maurice. We are sending gentle purrs for easy breathing ...
ReplyDeleteYou are lucky to have Glyn's warm kitchen when the hammer men drive you away.
ReplyDeleteAnd She is lucky to have Glyn nearby. He understands these things.
Purrs to you Maurice, for easier breaths and happy days and nights.
ReplyDeleteI can see the sadness in your eyes ... it must be harder to do things nowadays ...but you can still enjoy the wonderful world around you and hold the love you are given, close in your heart.
ReplyDeleteLots of love from Sid and the gangs' Human xx
when i read your words, i feel the grip of Her sadness. remember, Maurice, when the breath-stealer comes, She will be your chariot.
ReplyDeleteWarm thoughts being sent your way! (((Maurice)))
ReplyDeleteI love you, Maurice. There is nothing more I can say tonight.
ReplyDeleteSweet Maurice, stay close to home and rest by the fire. Comfort Her with some purrs and wrap yourself in a Ginger blanket.
ReplyDeleteHello Maurice, my darling. You stay close to home while you're not feeling so good, that's just sensible. Thinking of you and the Cat's Mother and everyone else. with much love Maggie x
ReplyDeleteOh my this is lovely :-)
ReplyDeleteSending hugs to Maurice and his mom. It is heartbreaking to see one you love ill.
ReplyDeleteMaurice.. your blog has moved me to tears. Sad that you are still feeling breathless. Amazed by how evocative your words are. My ginger darling is away right now, doing all the things you speak about. Warm thought are sent to you and Her.
ReplyDeleteThere is a prayer flag which flies from a ficus in Southern California for you, Maurice. My own ginger has put his paw of approval on it and it dances in the wind of a blustery fall day. Easy breathing,my friend. And pace yourself. You are a treasure.
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