Even as a writer, sometimes I feel as though I have no words. As my thoughts roll fluidly like a gentle river, calmly meandering and spreading out, my lips remain still, parting only to deliver my breath. There are times when I cannot iterate, and rather, can only experience my emotions.
This is how I find myself this week, and so I am offering my photography in place of my writing or drawing. Please enjoy these portraits and snapshots I’ve taken this past month, which feature my cat, my boyfriend, and some local spots.
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Wolverine T. Cole. The “T” stood for “Trouble.” The “Wolverine” was in reference to his fur’s “W” pattern on his forehead, and his affinity as a kitten for using his claws. And the “Cole” was automatic because he was part of the family.
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Love Letter to my Cat
To my Juliet.
With a soft paw stroking my neck,
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you whisper your arrival,
wide-eyed and attentive to my movements
as I slowly bat my eyes open.
You are a shape so familiar to me,
a fluffy silhouette I see out of the corner of my eye
even when I don’t see it out of the corner of my eye,
a small pointed face with those two triangular ears
that perch atop your head, antennae-like;
the tail that slaps softly side-to-side,
restless unless asleep.
My thoughts meander away, dreamlike distractions,
and as my eyes close with certainty,
you brush my cheek with your paw and
sniff my face closely with your twitching nose,
whiskers tickling my nostrils.
Olive and the Slippary Chair
Written in March 2004
Once upon a time there was a kitten. The kitten was a girl and her name was Olive. Olive was sweet and had soft, smooth fur. She was all black and had a white spot on her back. She was smart and she wasn’t very heavy. Her owner had an office in their house. Olive liked going in the office. The only problem was, she got nervous when people came in. Olive thought to herself, “I must start being brave.” One day, a man walked into the office. He had a cat with him. Olive meowed so loud you could hear her throughout the house. Olive’s owner picked her up and put her down next to his chair. Her owner started petting the cat. Olive jumped on the chair. She slipped on the chair. She thought it was like a slide. That’s it! If she was having fun she forgot about being scared. Olive lived happily ever after.
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Once upon a time and whence upon a land, a majestic house cat prowled the expansive planes of 143 Lanted Drive. This house cat stalked the interior of her castle, patrolling for intruders which were few and far between, happily eating and napping at heart’s will, and awing onlookers with her immense fluffy beauty and soft, golden-patched calico fur. She was a queen in her land, and she loved her luxurious life. Continue reading “The House Cat and the House”