Walking the twilight village and the sky is like the under belly of a fish. As I rest in Her arms She is reminded that a year has passed and I am still here. As She feels the weight of me, the warmth of me, the great purring life in me, She is glad. A whole year of time, and in that year She has spent too much time painting and not enough time walking with me. Now the weight of my tail resting wrapped around Her cold arm shows Her that I forgive Her the time She has wasted in not being with a cat.
Bats fly. The growing darkness is lit by flickers of moth flit.
I purr. She walks. Somewhere the moon watches.
I am so glad that Maurice is still with you--perhaps it is not a cancer there inside him. Parting with Kiffer is more than enough cat sorrow for one year.
ReplyDeleteOh your words are wise, dear cat.
ReplyDeleteMagical !
ReplyDeleteToday we had no less that seven 'gingers' at my place of work, I thought about you ;)
Such a lovely piece of writing.
I can imagine the peace of your walk and the pleasure of Maurice's company. Time is never wasted when spent in the company of a cat.
ReplyDeletePurrrrs to you and your mistress. We know that time is different for these human-creatures and we forgive easily. Thank you for reminding us what love is all about, being held and catnip!
ReplyDeleteMiss Bella and Sele
Jackie, You are not only an artist with paint and pencil, but with words as well.
ReplyDeleteCenya
Please give Maurice a squeeze for all of us!
ReplyDeleteWow a whole year has passed and I am so glad, dear Maurice, that you are still with us and I hope you will be for a long time yet.
ReplyDeleteSandra
I rejoice with you in marking together the passage of an important year and for remembering that each day together is important and precious. Precious like you, dear cat.
ReplyDeleteMaurice is always so wise.
ReplyDelete"Darkness lit by flickers of moth flit" -- what a beautiful image! Makes my whiskers twitch. They're not worth eating, moths, but so much fun to catch.
ReplyDeleteRubs, old man.
Thank goodness I'm going down to the shelter this afternoon and will just get to hold those poor homeless creatures. I look at them and think, well I may not be able to take you home but your purrs tell me that I have given you an extra ten minutes of happiness in your life.
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely post. So glad Maurice is doing well.
ReplyDeleteSo pleased about your beautiful Maurice, Jackie. When our beloved Billy had massive heart failure, the vet said "bring him back in a week but don't hold your breath" He was with us for another eight and a half years - 6 tablets day! Love to you all and hope the pain of losing your beautiful Kiffer's is becoming easier to bear. Maggie x
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words! I have been giving my very old cat attention,too. He is totally deaf, and cannot walk very well. Things confuse him, now. I have to be patient, or I will regret it one day.......
ReplyDeleteHooray for Maurice! Purr on, ginger cat!
ReplyDeleteTime spent with a cat is never watwed- it is time invested.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Mornings Minion- losing Kiffer was grief enough for one year. Here's to many more moonlit bat walks with Maurice
Leanne x
The four of us here at Red Hill (and Her, too, of course) are glad you are feeling well enough for a walk, Maurice... and glad you forgive her for spending so much time alone upstairs working on her "scribbles" (which are nice, by-the-by). Now that the Bears are all on the page and out in the world, she can spend more time with YOU.
ReplyDeleteYour friend in Gingerness, Lucciano Pawsarotti
Wonderful and evocative. Made me feel if only for a moment, but a precious one, that a certain cat was in my arms too, the soft fur and the purr filling my bones...
ReplyDeleteThank you.
of course, the strange word in my comment above should have spelt wasted! lol. thats what happens when cats sit by the keyboard to 'help'
ReplyDeleteLeanne x