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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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AUGUST 22, 2010 12:48AM

Pets. Saturday Aug 21, 2010

Rate: 12 Flag

The pieces of the fam'ly up the stairs
Are gone.  The father took his things today.
The mother, and the daughter, left with theirs
Some months ago.  She'd found a place to stay,
And left the furniture behind.  The dad
was coping with accumulated stuff,
A little overwhelmed by what he had.

As if the shelves and tables weren't enough,
He also had to take the dog and cat.
Although I'm not completely sure of that;
The dog is gone.  The cat is on the stairs,
Considering if anybody cares.

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Dogs. Cats. Cats and dogs. Fam'ly pets, the pair.
But poor kitty! Left alone on the stair!
Sometimes I think of the people who occupied a space before, leaving traces, and then the next one comes, and the space and energy change, just overlap a little and this continuum goes on. I don't even know what my trail looks like or what I have left behind for others to find.
poor little cat. Did you consider taking it in????
Kitties mew
Enticing you
Into pities
To renew
Friendly strokes
That evokes
A sentiment or two
To come and play,
To let her stay,
Sit a while,
Enjoy the view.
You care. Feed the cat, db. Nothing simpler.
A saucer of milk.
Maybe a small space at the foot of your bed,
for a while.
Just 'til things blow over.
You think it's easy for the cat, db ?
Poor Kitty. Sweet you. A kitty left behind quite a while ago has been my kitty companion ever since. They need a hand to feed and stroke and return a purr of sweet content. So many pieces of all of our lives. Those remembered. Those left behind. But the kitty. Little kitty. Does the kitty call your name?
Lovely observation. And admire your closing the circle by rhyming the first and last lines.
Of course I love this. _r
Very insightful write into the aftermath of leaving. Great emotional piece.
It sounds like a case of insult added to injury...I hope everyone lands on their feet.
rated for the pieces of the fam'ly...r
Hello everyone. The cat is apparently gone. I was out picking up the kids today, and he disappeared. I am nearly certain (crossing my fingers here) that the dad came and got him. Moving is a real strain for a cat, I feel sorry for him.

Kate - Yes indeed, poor kitty. This guy would have very little problem going feral, as well. He needs a home to keep him on the straight and narrow.

Oryoki - I'm the same way. Although as passengers in the continuum, I think we can enjoy the idea more than our landlords. The dog left a pretty clear trail.

trilogy - oh gosh, four question marks???? I believe he has been retrieved. (I really, really hope so.)

Jan, your love for animals is showing. Thanks for the verse.

Kim, it's true, I do care. Which is why I'm really, really glad that the dad came back to get him.

anna1, yes well, sortof. But fortunately, he's been picked up now by the dad and the dog. I'm not in a place where I can be picking up strays, no sir.

Leon, you know? I hadn't even noticed that. So it works? Thanks.

Joan, is it because you wanted me to take in the kittie too? I just started thinking, you know, what exactly does he think? What sort of capacity does he have? I'm guessing he was totally freaked by the disappearing furniture, and the absent man and dog.

catch-22 - What an excellent call. You can put me in that group then, too.

hugs - yep. pieces. All over the place. It's so saddeningly messy.

Thank you all for coming by on a rainy Sunday. Well here, at least. Maybe one day, if I'm ever able to settle, I'll have a cat again. I had one after college, and really enjoyed her. She split after we moved the 5th time.

Goodnight all you cat lovers out there!