A Tale of Two Kitties

A month or so ago when I was at my parents’ house, our cat was in my room while I was going to sleep. She was trying to get into my closet. ‘Jewely,’ I said, ‘If you are just going to get into mischief, I will throw you out.’ She raised her chin, sniffed, and stalked to the door, where she deftly stuck her paw under the door and opened it. With a flick of her tail, she left.

This morning, Truffles was in a fey mood. I had already thrown her out of the bathroom where she was getting into trouble when she pushed open the door to my room with a glint in her eye. I sat at my desk journaling. ‘You will not make a nuisance of yourself, Truffles,’ said I. She turned around and slithered out the door. I shut it behind her.

I know, I need to catch-up. Accept this tale for now, and I shall finish my SORSAS application, go to Palaeography, go to a thesis meeting…

Just a cat

IMG_9135Sir Sherbert, dear Sherbert,
He thinks he is divine
But Sherbert, you see,
Is but a tame feline.

He meows with insistence
And never says please,
He is entitled to all
And lives a life of ease.

‘Sir Sherbert, if I may,
I fear I must inform you
That you are, in fact,
Just a cat.’

‘Just a cat! Dear Madam,’
Sir Sherbert did purr,
‘There is no better creature
That ever lived in fur.

My whiskers are white,
And my tail is so furry;
My dinner will be late
If you do not hurry.

So human, dear human,
It is in error you say
That I am, in fact,
Just a cat.’

First day of Limbo

You have gone so far away
For all I know it’s outer space.
La la la la, pining for yesterday…

     -“Diana” by Waterdeep

Well, I’m back. In San Antonio, that is. Yesterday morning I finished clearing out my things from the Little Red House and loaded up my car. Kelly followed me around with mournful glances. My bedroom was barren and my heart felt empty, too. I had breakfast at Cracker Barrel with Kelly and Joel, said our good-byes in the parking lot. I admit that I cried as I drove from Shawnee: never before have I so firmly shut the door on a life I had unwittingly come to love.

But the eight-hour drive down south so meddled with my sense of reality that by the time I reached Waco I wondered if the morning had existed. By Austin it was becoming more of an abstraction. By New Braunfels I was too distracted by the news that my sister was in town on a surprise visit to really think about it. Only this morning, waking up to the boxes in my room still decorated with horses and Star Trek from high school, making tea with a pot on the stove instead of a kettle, looking instinctively to the corner on the couch where Pokey should be but wasn’t, stepping into the backyard to investigate the garden and say hello to Jewely, and wondering if we really needed three bottles of glue on the kitchen table, did the events of yesterday morning come back to me, vivid yet still abstract, memories of a past life that I now have to figure out how to incorporate into this new one.

Today I have to find a lender for my student loans so that I can start on my visa application. And I’m going to start reclaiming my room from my past self and from the storage room it had become over the past few years. As of now, I cannot access my library, and that is a problem. Carving a place of my own out of this house is the first step to living here, again…

More change

I wasn’t expecting him to last through the summer, but I had hoped he would make it until Tuesday when I would see him and say good-bye. My dear, sweet Pokey. He was old (14 years) and ready to go, I just wish I could have said good-bye. Thankfully he was not in pain and I did not have to make the decision to take him to the vet. Still, my parents’ house will be less the same now without his presence there. The picture is from three years ago, but that is how I will remember him: full, regal, beautiful, and loving.

An ordinary day

And then there were two.

Yesterday we took Kali to Clare’s, who would take her to the airport this morning. It’s just me and Kelly now. It makes me sad.

The people from the Museum of the Red River came today to pick up one of our mummies, and several newspapers also came to cover the event. I welcomed the reporters and took pictures of the goings-on: opening the crate to see the sarcophagus, lifting the sarcophagus to see the mummy, answering questions, carrying the crate out to the hearse parked out front. It was all very exciting. Apparently transporting the mummy by hearse was the cheapest way for the other museum to do so, not because of any human remains regulations in Oklahoma. We have a joke that I’m moving to Scotland to escape the mummy’s curse. I have a good job here. I’m going to miss the museum.

When I came home, Philip was there with Anastasia, Kelly & Philip’s new ferret. She is absolutely adorable and bendy and inquisitive. They will be moving to McKinney, which won’t be too far from San Antonio. I hope to visit them at least once before I leave the country.

I will be glad when Joel and the Cooks return from TX, even if it will be only for a week.