the cats have done it again
(the most likely suspects)
a long while after putting my latest puzzle away
without finding a missing piece
they have left a piece at my feet
now all i have to do is find their secret lair
where i may discover a treasure trove
of all of my missing ‘one-pieces.’
“sometimes the hardest pieces of a puzzle to assemble, are the ones missing from the box.”
thought it might be interesting
to expose the cats to a bit of world geography
while sipping a refreshing drink.
so far they have refused to take any quizzes
but i’m confident they are learning by osmosis.
“without geography, you’re nowhere.”
has transformed from a crazy toddler with mini claws and fuzzy fur
into an awkward, gawky teenager
who’s not quite sure what to do
with his newly stretched out body and all his parts
can’t wait for the
storming off to his room
acting like he doesn’t know who i am
and the puberty talks.
“no matter where you are or where you grow up,
you always go through the same awkward moments of being a teenager
and growing up trying to figure out who you are.”
yeti and olive – one waves hello, one nods goodbye
“nature is forever arriving and forever departing, forever approaching, forever vanishing;
but in their vanishings there seems to be ever the waving of a hand,
in all her partings a promise of meeting farther along the road.”
-richard le gallienne – english poet
this baby yeti
who was abandoned and rescued
from a box in a park near the woods
has come home to live with us
named by my daughter
i talk about yetis a bit more than most people in the world
also because he is furry and white and found near the woods
yeti is sweet and happy and purring and exploring
tomorrow he’ll meet olive.
“and on the subject of naming animals,
can I just say how happy I was to discover that the word yeti,
literally translated, apparently means “that thing over there.”
“Quick, brave Himalayan Guide – what’s that thing over there?”
– Neil Gaiman
olive and rose
really have it made
a modern kitty headquarters
custom-designed and gifted from grandies
a special stash of catnip
gifted from those who cared for rose
no jobs, appointments, chores, errands, meetings, or responsibilities at all
a gift from mother nature.
“listen, don’t forget this.
don’t let this slip your mind.
most of us, if we’re lucky,
we see a few seconds of the high life.
and the rest are the residue years.”
rescued while trying to join a colony of cats in detroit
cared for by a foster family
looking for a place to call home
i feel lucky she landed in mine
shy and sweet and young
not quite sure what life will be like here
she came out from her hiding place
long enough for us to each check on the other
i see her natural fancy costume
of black ears and tail
snow white body
she’s now olive’s new sister
and will be called rose
which makes her *rose kennedy
*(the cat, not to be confused with the political dynasty’s family matriarch who shared the same moniker)
“a kitten is, in the animal world, what a rosebud is in the garden.”
no, she has not gone missing
but keeping santa’s promise
to sweet kitty, olive –
find her a sweet companion.
with virus, time home, holidays
sweet little kitties are hard to find
but i’m on the case
ready for the rescue
i see her on the horizon
have one very close
to coming home.
“there are no ordinary cats.”
photo credit: reed.edu
he is all in.
as the family enjoys their breakfast
one of the grand cats
decides to have his.
jumps on the counter, straddles the cake,
eats fresh whipped cream to his heart’s content.
until he is outed.
“whipped cream can remind you why it’s good to be alive.”
– deb caletti
what impeccable timing
as soon as i had finished working on puzzles
on my favorite old table
putting pen to my journal instead
olive also changed hobbies
from puzzling to journaling
the same time and place
“the best time to begin keeping a journal is whenever you decide to.”
“i’ve decided that the best time is now.
the puzzles are gone, there are no open spaces in a puzzle to fill in by laying on them with my body,
no pieces to quietly and slowly push off the table with my paw, and no frame to snag and break apart with my claw.
perfect time to begin a journal.”