 Purred: Sun Nov 1, '09 6:03am PST |
 | |  | | Dear Pussycats.......thank you for the party......but what a strange party......full of echoes and shadows and the smell of Autumn.......it was good.....it was very good for us........we were able to think a little about, and, perhaps, communicate a little with, the beloved dead......
Here in England the wind is high today, although there is no rain,......the trees have now lost most of their leaves (now we've got to pick them all up...Ho Hum)........and Grandad Conrad's ashes are still on the dining room table.........but he is away......I pray and hope that he is away....riding with Churrah on the Mighty Merkel, following the Wild Hunt.......
We have many other beloved dead......(all black cats except for my first cat, a tabby called (would you believe it) 'Pussycat').......all the years of my life, bound up in the bodies of the beloved, feline, dead....now is the time - El Dia de Los Muertos - to think of them, speak of them, speak TO them........so that they may rest quiet for another year and give me reconciliation and peace.....
So many things I did wrong........that their lives and their passings were not as good as they should have been.......dear beloved dead.....forgive me.....I did what I could and what seemed right at the time.....forgive me........love me.......let me go...........
Dear Lord Peter and everycat else who has come to this celebration.....thank you for giving me the opportunity to experience, feel, speak again to beloved dead...........
Thank you......
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] but he would not move at all, so I decided his wrist was good and sleepy, and... I had things to do!!!
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