It has been awhile, months… and so much has changed. Goldie girl (the feral cat living in my house, a.k.a. “Baby Boo” in my last post) still avoids humans. We are making progress… she nudged my hand once. Mostly, she just watches me, meows long stories now and then, and chases balls all around the house. She loves the balls with jingle bells. Max is king cat now that KiKi, ye gath ddu (the black cat) is gone.
Long story short: the bee across the street got pissed off at me because I couldn’t keep her cat inside my house 24/7. The whole saga boils down to my neighbor asking me to adopt a stray cat and then, over a year later, tells me that she’s going to take my cat to the vet to get it fixed (thought it already was) and find it a new home. Like, who does that? Can I re-home her dogs? Come to find out, she was just using me to foster her pet. We went round and round… like whose cat is it, mine or hers?
Well, ask the cat… it hates being indoors, wants to live life on it’s own terms, come and go as it pleases… so, where does it go when it goes out? Right across the street. It goes HOME, where she would give it treats and love all over it when she wanted it there and then, if it showed up on her porch in the wee hours, she’d slam me with nasty text messages about keeping it in the house.
I watched the cat and I watched her… if the cat didn’t run over when she came home from work, she’d come out with a pack of tuna to lure it over, sometimes crossing the street and walking up my driveway calling for the cat. So, I told her okay, I’m done… that’s your cat, you take care of it.
That should have settled it, but she had to call me about a month later to scold me like a child, so I’m done with her, too. We’re neighbors, but we don’t have to speak or anything.
I got a new phone with a new number… a Galaxy s10, then designed my own case for it on Zazzle using the image of “My Aura, a self pour-trait” to play on words, since the art is a recent acrylic pour painting.
Yeah, I’ve been making art again… entered four pieces in a juried show scheduled for this summer. Still writing, but mostly just my morning pages now. Blink Poetry is out in paperback, available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble, as well as other major online book sellers.
What else is new?
Oh yeah… the frikkin plague. I might not survive this. That’s just a quiet knowing, like an understanding, not a fear or panic. I keep busy sewing masks. The ones photographed in baggies are for children.
My cremation is on layaway… set that up before COVID-19, much to the demise of my reputation as that nibby bee across the street saw “strange men coming and going” and jumped to the wrong conclusion.
Yes, most funeral parlors offer appointments in the comfort of your home to discuss pre-paid plans for final arrangements. It pays to shop around when you can do so with a clear head as they send out sales reps who will try to play on your emotions and the cost for similar plans do vary greatly from one funeral home to the next. You also might want to inform neighbors before setting up several home appointments so odd mugs and Gladys Kravitz types won’t think you’ve taken up prostitution.
Odd mugs… perhaps I should mention odd mugs in my obituary as I’ve always had an odd assortment of coffee mugs and most of them hold memories, some hold pencils or brushes, too. In some ways, odd mugs define my life.
It started in my 20’s. I had a rack on the wall filled with odd mugs, some belonged to neighbors and friends… suppose my place was the closest thing to a neighborhood coffee shop. Then people started gifting me mugs, usually just one, sometimes filled with sweets. It’s become a thing… not a year passes without a new mug from someone. It’s a good thing since I break a lot of cups, being blind in one eye and dim in the other. Those spacial relations can be tricky.
Maybe that’s my life… a mosaic of broken cups.