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Too Hot To Handle

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Across from the building, a cat is on the balcony with no place to hide from the scorching sun.

The cat is has been outside for a couple of days. The balcony door is close, owner is missing in action.  We called SPCA (Society of Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) asking for advice.  SPCA needs pictures of the status of the cat and a report from them before they can act on rescue mission. 

For the past nights, the cat has been meowing in distress. 

Forget that, time to rescue the cat without SPCA.

Here enter the Cat ~ Woman, yours truly:  Picture this: Second floor balcony, a long ladder, and three adults (Mr. and Mrs. Room 307 and Mr. Frenchie) holding the ladder, watching Cat ~ Woman climb up to second floor, assess the situation and to take pictures as evidence for SPCA.

A box with pillow and poo poo, a litter box filled with more poo poo, a bowl of dry food, no water.  

Cats, Diapers, Sperm, Infertile, etc. etc. etc.

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Moot points. Let the debate begin. I have all day.

RESPONSES TO THE QUESTION, “WHY DIDN’T YOU EVER HAVE KIDS?”

“Diapers are an environmental disaster (and also, yuck).”

“I enjoy my carefree lifestyle of two jobs, an elderly mother whose crises necessitate expensive bi-weekly trips out of state and a diabetic cat that needs insulin shots twice a day.”

“It was so great to catch up with you after all these years, really, but would you look at the time?”

“According to their profiles, all the sperm donors available were Rhodes Scholar finalists for both the Fields Medal and the Man Booker Prize who’d at least bronzed in the Olympics, and I really just wanted a regular kid.”

“That’s kind of a personal question, isn’t it?”

“I hate getting up before 9 am (mainly because I am sometimes up until then finishing freelance work).”

“I considered it, but I couldn’t afford a nanny, a dangerously ill-trained au pair or even a teenager who might work for $5 an hour and access to my unlocked liquor cabinet.” (That mid-shelf bourbon is fucking expensive.)

“My mother had it rough with my grandmother. I had it rough with my mother. My cat seems to think I’m pretty fucking awesome.”

“Do you ask childless middle-aged men this question?”

“As a matter of principle, I’m opposed to minivans.”

“Yes, I realize I’ve missed out on an integral part of the female experience. But the one week a month I spend writhing on the bathroom floor and bleeding through every goddamn overpriced tampon in the box helps remind me that I am, and always shall be, one with the sisterhood.”

“Why didn’t you ever have a cat?”

“Watch an episode of Better Things and then let me know if you still have any questions.”

“That’s really none of your business, is it?”

“Maybe I’m infertile! Maybe I had a miscarriage! Maybe I never met the right partner! Maybe I thought the prospect of having a child alone only made sense for women with a trust fund and the patience of Gandhi!”

“Maybe I wanted to break a dysfunctional family pattern and the only way I could figure out how to do it was to not have kids.”

“Maybe it’s none of your fucking business.”

“You’re right, I will have regrets when I’m in menopause! I regret staying in my dorm to study that night in 1984 when R.E.M. played The Rat. Beyond that, I’m good.”

“Yes, I realize there will be no one to take care of me in my old age. No one I can demand to hop on a plane to change my burned out lightbulbs and clip my toenails, no one who will spend hours scrubbing my kitchen — cleaning out the moldy cheeses and rancid mystery meats from the fridge, handwashing all the dishes because the dishwasher is broken and I’m too cheap to get it fixed — and who I will then berate because I would have preferred said adult child (almost certainly a daughter) use a different kind of cleaning solution, one that I refuse to believe has not been on the market since 1992. I’m good with paying strangers to put up with this kind of shit, thanks.”

“MAYBE IT’S NONE OF YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BUSINESS.”

“Yeah, probably I’m just selfish.”

Source: McSweeney written by Lisa Borders

Punctuation

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Tranquillity seems to ooze from this light, blue-grey that inspires moments of quiet meditation. This soothing shade creates a look of elegance and simplicity. – Benjamin Moore

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Meet Grace, a new addition in my sanctuary, another lifeline, for me.

Grace is a very quiet cat, hardly meows. Looking at her has a calming effect on me as well as my other feline companion, Lucy.

it’s funny to watch my cats after eating catnip zoning out. A whiff of this plant soothes me, as well. Catnip tea has the calming effect on humans, but I prefer Chamomile.

Let’s Go Exploring

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There’s never a dull moment living with Lucy.  She has many favorite places in a tiny bachelor apartment.  No need to travel to be entertained.  Instead, she amuses herself in simple little things such as this box.  Priceless. This is … Continue reading →

Rough edges of security

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Do think that I am weird and uncouth. I give you permission. I allow you to talk and discuss about me with others even in front of me Or pull the rug underneath me Hoping that I will fall flat and … Continue reading →

At the end of the day, I just want to be a cat

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Oh, there were resolutions to keep a low profile to pace myself to take it easy, because nothing is so important anyway but yesterday there was an inertia that got out of hand like a rolling thunder and good people … Continue reading →

Yes, Jake, memories of you do last even if you are a cat

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To lose a pet always comes with anguish. You wake up everyday and there they are. It becomes so much like breathing you can’t imagine them not ever being there. They ask so little of us food, water, love and … Continue reading →

The Moment After: Me and My Cat, Maurice

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I am finding ways to go through the gift of grief as best I can. The only way I can, for now, is to think of all the kindness of family and friends who shared their love for my cat, … Continue reading →

Cat’s Tale: Diary for Maurice

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Day 1: Maurice woke me up, breathing on my face and meowing. Startled and looked at the time, it was 4:01 pm in the afternoon. Everything was foggy since I went to bed delirious from having the ferocious flu bug, … Continue reading →

To Fall In Love With Anyone, Try This App — Or This One, Or This One

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So, have you printed the list of 36 Questions on how to fall in love and experimented it on someone yet? How was it for you? Are you in love? Do I hear wedding bells?

If not, no worries. There is now an App for that provided by Apple iTunes. They do think of anything and everything for the sake of love for money.

All thanks to Mandy Len Catron who published an essay in The New York Times describing her experience replicating a study that claims to accelerate intimacy between two people in her Love Story Project blog.

But then again, I’d rather experiment it with a cat. This cat looks exactly like my cat, Maurice. Such a sweet talker.

Last night, Maurice seems to be losing mobility on his right hind leg. Please send you healing love and prayers to Maurice. Thank you.

Love between a man and his cat

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A man and his cat“I LIVED with the same cat for 19 years — by far the longest relationship of my adult life. Under common law, this cat was my wife. I fell asleep at night with the warm, pleasant weight of the cat on my chest. The first thing I saw on most mornings was the foreshortened paw of the cat retreating slowly from my face and her baleful crescent glare informing me that it was Cat Food Time. As I often told her, in a mellow, resonant, Barry White voice: “There is no luuve … like the luuve that exists … between a man … and his cat.”

“I never meant to become this person. My own cat turned up as a stray at my cabin on the Chesapeake Bay when I was sitting out on the deck eating leftover crabs. She was only a couple of months old then, small enough that my friend Kevin could fit her whole head in his mouth. She appeared from underneath the porch, piteously mewling, and I gave her some cold white crab meat. I did not know then that feeding a stray cat is effectively adopting that cat.”

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“We don’t know what goes on inside an animal’s head; we may doubt whether they have anything we’d call consciousness, and we can’t know how much they understand or what their emotions feel like. I will never know what, if anything, the cat thought of me. But I can tell you this: A man who is in a room with a cat — whatever else we might say about that man — is not alone.”

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A Man and His Cat By TIM KREIDER.  A most enjoyable and delightful read published at New York Times. Read the whole article here.

This piece of exquisite literature has attracted positive comments even if a reader is not cat lover.

Who’s the boss

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Don’t be fooled with this picture, dynamite comes in small packages

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Youtube by:  Joniversity to watch click on the picture to watch.

Introducing the dog Spike – my majestic American Pitbull Terrier – and Visa, my 2 months old cat. While trying to depict their relentless Looney Tunes style relationship of caring and hugging while fighting and mocking about (countless plates and cups were broken during filming) the best choice of soundtrack was Guns n’ Roses – Live And Let Die

And remember Pitbulls are not dangerous. People with video cameras are.

A Revelation

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First, I had an epiphany and you can read it here.

Second, I found out what is the most popular search: The Cat Prayer.

It’s rather interesting to read the search engines and the various ways people identify what they are looking for.  These are the examples:

a cat’s life poem, a cat’s prayer, cat poem, cat poems, cat pray, cat prayer, cat praying, cat praying to god, cats good night prayer, cats prayer, cat’s prayer, cute cat poems, , poem about cat, poem on cat, praying cat, praying kitty, thankful cats and the best is meow I lay me down to sleep prayer

Thirdly, I am thankful and appreciate your interest on this article.  Therefore, I am reposting it for your enjoyment.

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Cats Rule

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On the internet, you can never have too many cats. Now, on two islands in Japan, a similar principle seems to be in effect. The islands of Tashirojima in Miyagi prefecture and Aoshima in Ehime prefecture are covered in cats – and tourists love it.

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The two islands are gradually being taken over by cats as the aging populations on those islands gradually fall. Veterinary doctors regularly visit the islands to ensure that the cats are in good health, Otherwise, however, they are free to roam. Tourists have been arriving by ferry to photograph and feed the cats, and local ferry captains have reacted with great surprise to the influx of new tourists.

At the moments, island officials are trying to figure out what to do to make the situation best for both tourists and cats. The cats already have a plan, however – take over the world!

via: kotaku.com

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Hide and Seek

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It’s time for me to play a game.  I am really good on playing this by myself because the world is a one big playground.  
You can hide from me and eventually I will find you.  Count from zero to infinitum and eyes wide open.  Surprise me or maybe I will surprise you!

Hide and Seek

Hide and Seek

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Hi Everyone:  I am away and will try my best to link up with you while I am out walking doing the yearly pilgrimage.

 Take Care and Pax Tecum.  Seeker. 
 
Related Link: The world is our playground 

A Day at School

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Yuk, I knew I should have not eaten that crayon.

A day at school

Summer ruled! Getting back to school can be tough. Luckily, Lil Bub is here to help…  click on the picture how Bub can help you get back to the swing (not swing as in playground) of schooling.

Source:  BuzzFeed

I Love Lucy

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How can I not love Lucy?  She is my adorable companion and to Maurice.  She is no ordinary cat, she is a wanting cat. 
I want you to play with me, I want to go out, I want to eat, and I want this and that.  The list goes on and giving in to her whims, exhausts me, especially at day break. 
Hack, cough, hack, I heard around 4 am.  It was Lucy trying to get the hairball or having one of her bulimic moments.  Eat and purge.  Then it was quiet for a moment.  Next thing, she did her running fit with her special cat sound effect. Jump on the bed, run beside me, above my head and rested there.  This is not a good time, Lucy, 30 more minutes and I will rise to go to work.  I need my beauty sleep.  But she won’t budge.  So, I threw her out of bed and I might as well do the same.  Remembering that she just did the hacking fit, I was careful not to step on land mine or mines. 
And here comes Lucy again, jumped on the bed, squatted and did No. 2, yes, No. 2.  I watched her with horror.  Plop one, plop two, plop three steaming mounds.  Fully formed not runny.  Oh my goodness, Lucy.  Why?  Think on the bright side, I thought, it’s not runny, okay? 
Deep breath, the smell of poopies on my bed, I remained calm, cool and collected.  That is I collected the poops.  Then took out the first layer of the bed sheet. 
Here comes Lucy again.  Doing the two steps and dropped her fat body on top of the soft duvet.  She quietly got up, circled where she sat down and smelled it.  I smelled urine.  Lucy did No. 1. That did it. Urine is the worst thing.  Lucy, you are now grounded, no food for you all day. 
The bedding must be removed quickly, cleaned the spot and poured out a box full of baking soda all over the bed to soak up the smell.  What a cat-astrophy.

Shame on you, Lucy

Shame on you, Lucy

The things I do for my cats.  I love Lucy. 
 
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Purr-fect Friday

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Guilty!  Mr. Frenchie caught me red-handed taking a picture of his cat sitting on the window sill from the lawn.  It was more like “who is that strange lady at the lawn taking a picture of my apartment?”  I know; strange things do happen; stranger still when it’s me.  
Mr. Frenchie is kind enough to invite me in to see the cat. 
The minute the door opened, a cat bolted out to escape.  A chase down the hall ensued, cats will be cats. I can’t really tell whether this is his cat or the nameless one.  Both of them have the same gray fur. 
If you have a cat, what is the first thing they do when you come home?  Meow, feed me, please.  This is exactly what the nameless one did.  As a good foster human Mr. Frenchie is, he obliged.  Apparently, this is the nameless one, and he named her Nymeria.  Akayle is his original cat. 
As for Mr. Pig, Mr. Frenchie has asked him should he wish to take the cat back, he is more than welcome.  It’s his cat in the first place.  Apparently, he has not responded Mr. Frenchie’s kind offer.  I hope Mr. Pig will not reclaim Nymeria for she is so happily settling down with him and her sister, Akayle. 
I’ve never seen a human male who loves cats so much as Mr. Frenchie.  I hope this will be the beginning of a beautiful relationship, especially for Akeyla. 
First day, sick and exhausted
Velcro, human you are mine now.
Best spot to sleep
Humour from Mr. Frenchie
Nymeria hidden under the rack while Akeyla drinks
After dinner nap
Window dressing

 Purr~fect.  Our Cat prayers are answered.  Pictures through the courtesy of Mr. Frenchie. 
Thank you, Lord, for sending Mr. Frenchie.
 
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CATastrophy – The Incident

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Mr. Frenchie, Mr. Polish (Room 307) and Mr. Scottie (Room 308) were in high alert when Mr. MIA took the cat back.  The three men keep surveillance on the status of the cat.  How can they see what’s happening behind closed curtains?  Who knows what’s happening inside Mr. MIA’s apartment? 
Mr. MIA is a smoker, and he smokes in the balcony.  At the same time, he was trying to play with the cat with a stick.  Mr. Polish is a smoker as well, and he was observing them across from his balcony.  According to Mr. Polish, the next thing happened, Mr. MIA hit the cat.  He instinctively shouted at Mr. MIA.  Mr. Scottie heard the commotion.   And he joined in. 
Have you ever dealt with a Scottish person?  Indescribable.  He marched down and went next to the building where Mr. MIA is.  He called him a #$%& P-I-G etc.
 I didn’t know Mr. Scottie knew Mr. MIA’s name?
 Mr. PIG!  
Mr. Frenchie came out of the balcony, too.  Three against one PIG.  Mr. PIG tail between his leg, surrendered and gave up the cat to Mr. Frenchie.  
In the meantime, the cat is in bad condition.  The cat does not want to be touch at all.  If you do, those nails come out and will draw blood to anyone who dared to touch her.  She was severely hurt.  
This was the incident that Ms. Room 307 told me.  My advice to her was to take the cat first thing Monday morning to check on the cat, and I will help pay for the vet’s bill. 
According to the vet, the cat is hurt and maybe needed to be X-rayed.  In the meantime, she was given a pain-killer, a shot of antibiotics and intravenous fluids.  The cat was so dehydrated.

Akeyla - the Nurse

Akeyla – the Nurse

 For now, the nameless cat is with Mr. Frenchie.  I visited the cat, and she is hiding in the cupboard at the moment.  Hopefully, with the help of Mr. Frenchie’s nurse, Akeyla, the nameless one will come around. 
Thank you all for your concerns, compassion and support.  
I will give you an update on the situation.  In the meantime, we are keeping vigil, including our prayerful dog wearing her head veil to go to church.  I will wear my cat scarf to work today to keep the nameless cat in prayers.
Dog wearing a prayer veil
My cat scarf

 P.S.  My head hurts from this ordeal.  Hopefully, Tylenol will do the trick.
 
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Cat ~ Woman

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Sometimes it’s best not to love too much in order to protect myself.  But I can’t help it when it comes to cats. 
Room 307 came to me on Saturday asking for help about a cat.  Oh no, I thought, she is Mother Teresa of cats.

Cat across our building

Cat across our building

Across from the building a cat is alone on the balcony.  Apparently, they have noticed this before when the cat cannot get back inside the apartment on Thursday.  The balcony door was slightly ajar and the cat cannot get in.  Needless to say, they climbed the balcony, opened the door and let the cat in.  Problem solved. 
Not really. This time, the cat is outside, again since Friday night.  The balcony door is close, owner is missing in action.  It was a cold rainy day on Saturday.  Room 307 has observed the cat, spoke to SPCA (Society of Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) asking for advice.  SPCA needs pictures of the status of the cat and a report from them before they can act on rescue mission.  
No wonder for the past nights, I have heard a cat meowing at night.  A meow in distress. 
Here enter the Cat ~ Woman, yours truly:  Picture this: Second floor balcony, a long ladder, and three adults (Mr. and Mrs. Room 307 and Mr. Frenchie) holding the ladder, watching Cat ~ Woman climb up to second floor, assess the situation and to take pictures as evidence for SPCA.

Cat Rescuers

Cat Rescuers

So I narrated what the balcony looks like: a box with pillow and poo poo, a litter box filled with more poo poo, a bowl of dry food, no water.  
Cat’s habitat
Litter Box
Cat’s pillow

That did it.  Mr. Room 307 came up to see.  It was horrifying for him what he saw and decided to save the cat.   Where will it stay, I exclaimed.  Mr. Frenchie to the rescue.   He lives next door to the cat’s owner, Mr. MIA.  He will keep the cat until Mr. MIA will show up.  Problem solved. 
Not really.  Ms. Room 307 poured her heart out to me tonight that the cat is back with Mr. Frenchie.  There was an “incident” that happened while I was at church.  Thank God, I wasn’t around when it happened. 
My heart aches. 
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Claws of Love

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It’s  Feline Friday. 
Feline Friday is easy to do. All you have to do is post a picture of a cat on your website. It could be a photo of your pet cat, a LOL cat or a drawn picture. 
Grab the code and paste it on your page. 
Add a link to your cat page. 
(Note: You will be able to add your page link from 12:15 am (00:15) East Coast USA time on Friday to 11:55 pm (23:55) Sunday night

Act of Charity ~ Cat Kind

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My cats eat more than I do and their food cost more than my grocery bill.  It’s so disconcerting when I spend so much money on wet food, then Maurice will take one sniff and walks away.  Cajoling, stroking or sweet talks does not work at all if he doesn’t like his supper. 
It’s really important to make them happy since they are my loving and loyal companion.  Should I have my own, of course, I will do the same.  Therefore, these cats are my “children”. 
Thank goodness, I found Henri, the “catherapist”.  I could learn a lot from him not to mention a few new language. 
Jouir de       =^.^=

Trinity is alive … a happy ending

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It’s very seldom that I see cats roaming around the neighborhood.  When I do see one, I play with it and hoping that it has a home to go to.  And I pray that it won’t follow me home. 
There were two occasions that I wanted to take the cats home that were homeless.  Well, I did take one home.  How it happened was due to Megan, my little sister.  Megan found a cat around the school yard.  She calls her “shadow” and is very concerned about the cat. 
The cat is gray and really skinny for my liking.  So I told Megan to observe the cat for the whole week.  Should the cat be still around when I come and visit the following week, I’ll take action.  Megan was all keen about this modus operandi. 
The following week, she excitedly told me “shadow” is still around.  I kept my word and took the cat home.  In the meantime, she has another assignment.  I asked her to write notices and post it all around the neighborhood that I have the cat and use her as a contact person.  She loved the idea and felt she’s saving the poor cat. 
In the meantime, I have another cat at home, Maurice.  This is not going to go well.  And it didn’t.  But before that, I took “shadow” to the vet and make sure it’s not carrying anything that will pass on to Maurice.  Cost me an arm and a leg for vet. 
Week later, Megan told me that she received a phone call that their cat is missing and it fits the description of “shadow”.  Thank goodness, I hope they are the owner.  And they were. 
The following day, Father and daughter arrived at my door step with a bouquet of flower.  Tears of joy.  Rosie is her name not “shadow”.  My advice to them is never ever let Rosie out again. 
The second cat was a Russian Blue.  You know how expensive they are and beautiful?  Of course, I can’t just merrily take the cat home.  Again, we posted tons of posters.  The same day, the owner came and wanted to give us $100 reward.  No, thank you, just take good care of your cat.  I said the same advice.  Keep the cat indoors for there will be no next time.  I’ll definitely raise your cat and sell it for $1,000. 
This story is inspired by a cat named Trinity.  Trinity the cat spent six days stuck up a hydro pole in Kamloops, before workers came to help. 
To view the news, here’s the link: Cat stuck up on a hydro pole

What Matters Most

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For the sake of this prompt, these five items are all in my purse.  It’s a small card holder that has my identity: Driver’s License, Medical Card, Social Insurance Card and Credit Card.  In addition, I will put on my shoes, an outdoor coat and apartment keys.  These are what matters and all I need. As for the rest, material things can be easily replaced. 
In reality, summer 2005, I was lying flat on my back in the middle of the living room, playing with Maurice, the cat. Lying on my back is all I can do due to a work related accident, I was on health leave. My lower lumbar suffered soft tissue injury from lifting a heavy box.  Tsk-Tsk. 
Clang, clang, clang goes the fire alarm.  Now what?  This is exactly what I need!  Maurice was startled and went into hiding.  Cats are very sensitive creatures, they prefer quietude like me. 
I slowly got out of my back, heard the commotion outside.  I do not have a cage for the cat so I grab my backpack.  Looking for Maurice, I stuffed him in the bag.  Grabbed my bag with my identification cards in it, shoes and apartment keys I slowly left the apartment with Maurice.  
We descended down three flights, not an easy task for my back.  In the meantime, Maurice was screaming his head off in the bag and trying to pacify him that everything will be alright. 
Outside, everybody is gathered and five fire trucks are already in front of the building.  Commotion, chaos and we were looking to check if everybody is out.  Checked, everybody is accounted for. 
The firemen did their thing.  We stood outside in a warm sunny day, chatting, joking, exchanging pleasantries, and catching up with what’s happening with our lives to keep our mind off matters.  
It seemed like forever.  Finally, the firemen proclaimed, ALL SAFE – FALSE ALARM. Hooray, the crowd shouted, we all returned to our apartments and we lived happily ever after to date, especially Maurice, the cat.

What matters most

What matters most

This is in response to Daily Prompt: Burning down the house.  Come and join us, it’s fun.

A Letter for the Grieving

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Hi Uncle Cee:
 
I was pondering on what you wrote about the Holy Mother; how it helped you deal with losing the love of your life. And was reflecting on Mama Mary how she dealt with grief. 
  • What was grieving like for her?
  • How long did she grieve, when did she recover and what methods did she use?
  • Who were the people who supported her during that time?
  • How did she continue living life without Jesus Christ, losing the love of her life?
  • What was it like for her to see the love of her life, Jesus Christ, suffered, crucified, put to death and buried?
Grief somehow opens up more questions.  Just like you, I questioned God and still do: WHY?  Why can’t you just take away Jan right now, why can’t you give her what she wants right now, Jan wants to die right now.  For years, 5 or longer, I watched Jan deteriorate, withering away, angry at God. Divine Retribution she says.  I say the God I know is loving, kind and merciful. 
Jan asked me to take her to a place to be euthanized.  My response was that she is not a cat; I can’t help her. Morbid sense of humour but Jan likes the blackness of it. Did God answer my questions, maybe He did.  Did I hear what God was whispering to the ears of my heart?  No. I was too busy listening to Jan and my heart ached for Jan. 
When I shared the Celebration of Life for Jan, I know I have arrived to that peaceful place where I can think of her fondly.  No tears, somehow tears won’t come and my heart is glowing with sweet surrender. 
How strange this grief I have for Jan in comparison to the death of my Mother.  And I know the next time someone dies close to my heart; it will be a different experience; for nothing can prepare me how I will feel.  I would have thought that since I welcome death as part of living, since I have taken cared of people with AIDs, since I have been trained to volunteer and counsel in the Hospice of St. Michael, I am well equipped.  Not really, I just have to have to go through it and enjoy the ride. 
I am alright, Uncle Cee.  Thank you for your help, prayers and concerns.  I hope I may be an instrument to your peace. I am here just a click away.  
Pax tecum.  Perpetua 
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