November 5th 2013 4:11 am
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It's been a melancholy few weeks. Neither mommy nor I do too well this time of year-for her, the lack of sunlight and light in general. For me, the lack of Jersey Sunshine.
Oh, I'll go on. As cats, we do. We're survivors. We limp through tough times and don't give in, for our nature is to simply live in each moment, acknowledge the pain, but not give in to it, for as long as we're earth bound, we dance the light, we revel in the dark, we savor the moment-the sweet, the sad, the pain. The knowing you, the touch of a nose to cold nose in the glimmer of twilight, the sensing the twitch of a whisker in the quiet of pre-dawn, as you come, slowly forward, tail swishing, head to one side, and tap me with tender paw.
'It's not possible' a human would say. But not my humans, who hold me close and whisper 'yes, I saw her too!' and smile. And I slide down, to the floor, to find the mat in the kitchen as the floor is still cold. I won't acknowledge, can't acknowledge. But it doesn't matter. And I curl up and wait for breakfast.
And morning comes early, and so does evening, and finds me on the sofa back...and I'm thinking of the friends who have passed, but linger on in memories for their people, who will, perhaps when the pain is too much, reach forward and DO.
Thats the magicick of it, that the pain is the breakaway for them, the beginning of renewal, the urge forward from that unseen fur who may not inhabit mortal body, but has never relinquished the forever hold of soulcat. They don't want their loved ones to suffer, they want them to thrive and to move forward and to love again. Love brokes no excuses, nor does it accept. It challenges, it dances with tiny paws upon fate, and smiles and purrs in the midst of heartache. Folly is her dance, her sparkling eyes full of mischief. She has never acknowledged defeat, nor 'impossible'. The very word, in humanspeak 'I'm Possible', rather. She moves as one can when one has no material limitations, and leaps forward, lingering for a sheer moment in midair...and plants a kiss on the 'M' on my forehead.
Did you know I will love you forever? Of course you do.
And you spread tiny sparkles in the frost as the sun begins to rise, and the brown tiger tabby in the window, his green eyes become emerald in the morning sun and the world we know is new again, and we find soft spots to warm ourselves in the new born gleam. I watch my foster brother stretch in the bed by the window, his eyes fixed on something in the street, the new sun of this morning bathing dark brown fur and snow white paws...lucky cat.
And my human mom sips her coffee, and I find her legs, rubbing against her, for it's time for second breakfast, and even though the floor is still cold, the light has found me, and I know, as I always have, that the gleam of it on my orange fur will light the room with happiness, for that is what we Tangerine, Orange, Creamsicle cats do...and are. We are happy, we are the color of happiness, of joy, of light. We make people smile, we knead their hearts with our soft paws, and we curl around their souls. And now, as I pace into the kitchen, the radiator is hissing and whistling, though still the floor is chill, and I find my mat, and from there, 'meow' softly, imploringly for a forthcoming meal.
And the new day has begun. And so, really, has the joy, which has never stopped.
And I breathe in and gaze up, outside, at the blue sky. And I purr.
May all your days be filled with orange cats,
or any cat, really.
love and light,
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That's beautiful Ruffy!
*wipes a tear frum hiz eye wif hiz paw...*
That wuz jus' lublee Ruffy... jus' lublee...
It are beautiful!
one very orange cat here! and 3 that are also pretty darn cute. Each day holds a blessing, we just need to look
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