As winter approaches, words fall from the tree and are blown across the roof. Rain falls, soaking the thirsty ground, as I sit on the chair watching the world turn to winter. A cat jumps on my lap seeking warmth and a friendly place to sleep. My mind drifts. Thoughts blur as the soft purr fades to warmth and contentment.
The wind blows, gently rattling the screen and that line returns to my brain. The line that starts and won’t end. That single thought that leads nowhere. Fragments of words torn from old books and newly reformed in my consciousness.
There are four of them, and Spirit.
Socks. He’s aggressive and yet a charmer. He knows how to work his way into your heart. Socks, the warrior, the bully, the center of attention and the sweet gentleman curling up in your arms melting your heart.
Boots. She’s a big girl and knows when the food is out. She’s clumsy and awkward, bit like an old boot. Given a chance she backs away. When finally caught the boot nestles like toes into the deep warmth of your arms.
Bella. She loves her food and soon will be known as Bella the belly. Aloof and a loner she often growls at the others, warning them of her displeasure. She likes her toys – a little toy mouse flies through the air when she is near. She sleeps in the basket in the hall, leaning her head into passersby for that little scratch behind the ear.
Spot. Smallest and smartest. Skittish and wary with soft fur. She watches the doors, trying to figure them out. She eats little and doesn’t like the rules. Yet, in the evening she’ll be the first on your lap. She’s gone before breakfast and is not back till dinner. Likely, she’s just off seeing how the world works.
And there are four of them, and Spirit.
Spirit. The queen. The old lady of the house. Spends all day in her room sleeping in the sun. The others are of only passing interest and sometimes she aims a hiss their way. She won’t admit it, but Boots is her favorite – often poking a paw under the door seeking her friendship. Frail and wise she is our old kitty.
Such are the musing of heart as the wind blows and the cats sleep. Thoughts wander from the needed storm to the light and warmth of the house. Christmas tree lit, music playing and tea kettle steaming.
Soon it will be time to sip tea and sit down to write.
Soon it will be time to try to turn my mood into words.
Soon.
Till next week,
Andrew
“..turn moods into words” – beautiful
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Thank you.
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Having a warm purring cat on your lap as you sip tea and write sounds heavenly…. I may need to get a cat.
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Nothing like having a cat around.
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Yeah. Who needs lap dogs? Psh.
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Wonderfully warm and loving piece. It all feels so warm and cosy.
Almost like our North with “proper” winters.:)
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I love the warmth of a home on a cold day. Even though cold to a Californian is likely consider as ‘warm’ to anyone from the north. 😉
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You have turned your mood into the most beautiful words.
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Thanks for your kind words.
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As I read your post, I thought these were characters in a tragic dystopian novel you were planning. But I finally figured out they were cats! So much human about these guys.
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With one cat all you see is cat, but with more than one, you start to see the subtle differences. And yes, it kind of started out as part of my story, but then turned a corner and I just followed it.
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You have really catured the essence of what it is to be a cat, Andrew. It is nice that they let you have a chair to share.
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They always leave me a chair – they like the body heat…
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Such a nice invitation into your peaceful household, and introduction to the feline personalities! It’s raining right now in the Los Angeles area–love that sound!
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I rains so little these days here in SF bay area that I always take time to listen to the rain and remember the days when we kids could joyously splash in puddles.
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What a beautifully written and peaceful slice of your life. Thank you for sharing it, Andrew.
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Thanks for you kind words. It was a pleasant to write.
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Lovely post, Andrew. That’s a lot of cats!
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Thanks and I am officially the crazy cat guy who lives next door.
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Yep, you are! Have a lovely day crazy cat guy 🙂
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😉
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Sounds like you could turn these wonderful cat personalities into human characters!
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I could. I’ll have to come up with an adventure to send them on.
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Nice to meet the ones that rule the roost. Remember, cats have staff, dogs have masters. Winter?…what does winter mean where you love?….Snow?
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That’s me, part of the cat’s staff. Snow? It barely rains here. Last snow was 1976. Winter here is some rain, a little frost and having to button up my aloha shirts…
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Love snapshots in time
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Thanks, I like writing them.
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