Tonight the wind cat plays with the copper bear that flies above the house. The dogs go to the door. It is dark, time to walk the village bounds before sleep. She rises to go and as She opens the door some of the night rushes into the house. Moonshadow fingers of winterbone trees dapple the ground with dark and silver. I slip through the door, out from the light and into the night, to follow.
She turns. " Go back. It's cold. Stay warm in the house," She says.
But I jump up, into Her arms, a ginger scarf and gloves of bright fur to warm Her as they walk. She pushes Her face into flame fur and we warm each other as She carries me around beneath star and sky and bright moon. As we near the house again its lights shine out a welcome. She breathes in the scent of cat and sighs, holding me close.
" I love you, Maurice."
We close the door on the darkness.
Outside the wind cat still plays with the copper bear. In the wind, the copper bear sings.
What a warm and memorable experience for you both. Good night Maurice
ReplyDeleteWe love you too, Maurice. May you have many wonderful warm walks together and listen to the song of the Copper Bear from safe by your hearthside.
ReplyDeleteJackie, you can cull this comment if you wish.
ReplyDeleteI just wanted to let you know that our ginger boy, Rusty has died.
I think that I know how you feel when you hug Maurice and whisper loving words to him. When my beloved Oscar cat was diagnosed with a cancerous tumor nearly four years ago, I had a precious three months with him before, in kindness, it was time to put him down. He maintained his cheerful, funny and affectionate personality to the very last moment. Each hug I gave him was a mingling of joy and the foreboding that he would soon be leaving me. I hope that Maurice will have many months yet.
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful.
ReplyDelete:)
I wonder who is more fortunate: Maurice who has you to love him or you to have Maurice to love.
ReplyDeleteWe lorf you, too, Senor Maurice...
ReplyDeleteAn' we lighe the weenterbone trees.
I'm glad you kept Her company on her walk, Maurice.
ReplyDeleteBrought tears to my eyes.
ReplyDeleteI love you too Maurice, all my thoughts are for you every day. You are in my mind.
ReplyDeleteWith love,
Simply beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThat is bittersweet. Now I feel the bite but sweetness will overcome.
ReplyDeleteooo goosebumps again...what a tender, magical scene... xxx
ReplyDeleteWe Love you too, Maurice darling x
ReplyDeleteA tear for me, too.
ReplyDeleteNo fear, only cheer, for dear Maurice and you as you savor the memory of your cuddle-walk.
Stay warm and safe Maurice. I'm in the warm studio with my Tabby sister and the studio boss, who often ignores me - but I have cunning plans to get her attention ;-)
ReplyDeleteThe North wind has started to blow in the east where we live and the sky is inky black - we're sending warm purrs to you Maurice.
The ginger one and his tabby sister
xx
These memories of walking in the cold night with a cat hugging your neck are the best ones to keep. Burrowing your nose in warm cat is a pleasure I love to do. Only real cat lovers can understand this. Love you Maurice and your litter mates.. I check here every morning to see how you are.
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Such beautiful words, I can almost smell that precious ginger coat. Stay warm, stay safe Maurice.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. A beautiful walk. Thank you for sharing it with us. My Ginger bows his head and extends a paw in respect to Maurice... a cousin across the pond in a SoCal House of Ginger...
ReplyDeleteLove & BIG purrs to you both. My heart is full of thanks for finding your blog; following along with your gorgeous art of word & brush and most especially of the ginger love. The love of which there is no equal on this side of the veil.
ReplyDelete"Moonshadow fingers of winterbone trees dapple the ground with dark and silver."
ReplyDeleteSigh! I wish I'd thought of that! You're so right tho', so very right.
I love you too Maurice - and your ginger siblings. May you all be safe and warm and well.
Beautiful bit of writing.
ReplyDeleteI have never commented but have been reading for years... We love you too, Maurice. Big hugs!
ReplyDeleteYours is truly a winter lullaby-Angie
ReplyDeleteI wish you would make this entire blog into a book! Such lovely words and images. Bittersweet, sad, uplifiting, and inspiring.
ReplyDeleteSigned,
Angus & Scooter's person
We love you too, Maurice.
ReplyDeleteMay you have many more cuddle walks, a warm winter by the fire, and the music of the Wind Bear Song.
Ricka
Magical.
ReplyDeleteWarm rumbling purrs to you Maurice.