The Christmas Cat…

The aftermath of one more sad goodbye…

Dale

Soft blankets and pillows on the couch where he would sit, basking in the morning sun.

Dishes still filled to the brim with his favorite food because, as all cat owners know, less than that amount brings forth a look of starvation.  And, the same for the water bowl which always had to have fresh, cool water.

Two litter boxes.  Well, this particular discerning feline, who allowed us to share his home, used each box separately, for different, well, um mm, things.

Cat toys, everywhere. Most missing whatever catnip fragrance they once held but each was still serviceable for an occasional tussle and tossing into the air.

Now…silence The absence of his spontaneous greeting every morning, each evening, or whenever you walked into a room where was lounging.  Hardly a positive song and the stillness is a painful discontent.

His name was “Dale”.  He came into our lives several years ago, around Christmas time. A rescue, found huddled behind some supermarket, emaciated and barely surviving.   A gentle soul, probably a pet who had gotten lost.  It was more likely that he had been dumped by someone who just didn’t want him anymore.  From that point, his history didn’t matter, he became part of our family and I always called him our Christmas Cat

He liked my husband better.  It didn’t matter that I cleaned his bathroom, kept his food needs in ample supply, he followed my spouse around like a dog.  Dale would listen by the windows for the sound of my hubby’s car and run to greet him at the door.  All this affection directed at a man who never really liked cats and grabbed a tissue to sneeze whenever he was around one.  It didn’t matter, not to Dale.

Two days ago, we had to make the sad decision of putting Dale to sleep after he threw a blood clot.  One minute, he had been running through our house as he did every morning, the next found him lying down with his back legs motionless.  Any choice of putting the cat through procedures with no promise of favorable results were out of the question.

Today, he was laid to rest in our little pet cemetery with great pomp & circumstance and many tears.  This, thanks to the man who didn’t like cats but was Dale’s best friend.

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Look away…

It’s a standard warning on car mirrors: “Objects in the mirror may be closer than they appear”. Mirrors don’t always give a truly honest reflection. Sometimes, the mirror is warped; sometimes, it’s only our perceptions. When Alice went into her mirror, it was the world itself that was distorted. And yet at times, the mirror will show you true things that you weren’t aware of; something around a corner, or behind you, or on another spectral plane. People can even act as mirrors; they can show you yourself as others see you.

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She constantly refused to look into a mirror, any mirror.

My mother.

It wasn’t because of vanity or due to failing eyesight.

She could see clearly, without eyeglasses, towards the end of her life.

It didn’t matter.

The reflection staring back was unrecognizable

To her.

That person, that old woman with gray hair and wrinkled skin was someone else.  “A witch” she often said as she quickly looked away from what she had determined was some creature hiding in the glass.  She would cover her face with both hands.   It wasn’t her, not by any means; she was young, in her twenties, still with dark hair and red lipstick.

In her mind.

Mother lived in long ago realities; the aging process stopped and did a U-turn back about fifty or more years once Alzheimer’s took control.   In some ways, I was envious.  She didn’t have to deal with life’s sorrows and responsibilities but that was nothing new.   For as long as I could painfully remember she always managed to look away from bothersome issues, seeing only what she wanted.  Comfortable, happy reflections.

I was never her mirror of choice.

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workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Workshop…Writing Prompts for 4/4/19…Write a blog post inspired by the word: mirror.

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Textlecture…

This post did not start out to become a lecture, of sorts, about texting.  We all know the good, the bad and the very evil of electronic communication.  As I picked up my phone to see my last text exchange, I stopped to research some thoughts from others…

  • Texting creates, and, by nature, almost encourages, poor grammar habits. It also makes communication much less formal and can even make genuine statements seem insincere.  Yet, we are a society of gadget-bearing humans, rushing down streets on our way to somewhere, more focused on our phone screens than oncoming traffic.
  • Text messaging cannot accurately convey tone, emotion, facial expressions, gestures, body language, eye contact, oral speech, or face-to-face conversation, it is more than likely messages will be misinterpreted or misunderstood. The real meaning of your message gets lost through the medium.
  • Texting and using abbreviations for words means that we are losing our ability to have—or are at least avoiding—the traditional face-to-face conversations that are vital in the workplace and in personal relationships.
  • Texting creates bad liars. “Sorry, I didn’t see your message!”  “You sent me a text? I didn’t get it.”  “Hey, sorry, I haven’t looked at my phone all day.”  Sound familiar?  Don’t lie, we’ve ALL done this!
  • When people communicate primarily via text, they’re much less likely to have meaningful conversations.

All of this is just the proverbial drop-in-the-texting-bucket.  Nothing will change going forward, electronic communication is here to stay.  Phones have become our alarm clock, appointments, email, source of news, social media, camera, weather source, bank accounts and more. 

I am, therefore, guilty on all counts and this…is the last text on my phone, just the other day, to my daughter in Florida….

“When we come down I’m bringing a third NEW big rolling duffel bag with “provisions “ and leaving it there for Jake if he ends up boarding at college. I have new luggage for daddy and we don’t need it here.”

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(Allow me to expand on the “provisions” comment which involves nothing subversive, just delicious. Trips down to our Florida family always involve bringing Auricchio Provolone, Pepperoni, New York Bagels, Lox and more.  Especially…bread… because any found in Florida is good only to clean frying pans and shower gunk.)

 

 

 

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Workshop’s Writing Prompts for 2/14/19….Pick up your phone, tell us about the last text exchange you had.

Wow, given the text exchanges most of us have each day, my response might have been far more interesting but at least it represents something special in the months ahead.  Time spent with precious family, celebrating a wonderful event!  Then, I gave some thought to the various texts we all send…and receive.  Certainly, this electronic medium is wonderful for sharing instant photos of places and things but, caught in the middle are the chances to hear someone’s voice and a more honest response from both parties concerning what’s involved at that moment. 

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