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Little Bo Meep

31 Tuesday Aug 2010

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Some may think summer is the time for kicking back and relaxing… other creatures find back-to-school much more rejuvenating.

How they still wedge themselves into the bed they shared as kittens, I don’t know.  Sometimes the combined weight will cause the cat bed to careen off the edge of the Kitty Condo Tower, sending Meep’s pear-shaped butt hurtling through the air in a desperate attempt to land on her feet.  She needs the tower to be a few feet taller to master that manuever.

Because as kittens are apt to do, they turned into Cats.

This cat formerly known as Mia — the perfect cat name I had chosen 21 years ago much the way a young girl would pick her favorite baby name — this cat has turned out to be not a Mia at all, much the way the name I dreamed of for my some-day daughter would be vetoed by my husband as the name of the girl in the back of class that ate paste.  Mia just didn’t fit right.  She was soon renamed Meep, in reference to the little squeaky peep she emits instead of a common meow.  Of course from there, it was a slippery slope to Queen Meepersly Squeakersworth.  (*Meep* )

In an unfortunate series of events, and without the use of performance-enhancing kitty treats or Ben & Jerry’s Mouse Tracks, she has morphed into a cat of Rubenesque proportions, a look that is difficult for a cat, or the rest of us for that matter, to pull off without ridicule.  Yet another visit to the Vet confirmed that cats do come in all different shapes and sizes, like the rest of us for that matter, and, while unfortunate, her shape is within the scope of normal.

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Cowboy, on the other hand, is a long, tall glass of water.  He got to keep his name, because it fits him.

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He has Ten Gallon ears.

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So, by contrast?  When Meep stands next to him?  She looks like she has a tiny head and is wearing a furry hoop skirt.

Poor Little Bo Meep.  Maybe kicking back will tone her abs?

the cowboy, the scholar and the muse

07 Saturday Mar 2009

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A cowboy, a scholar and a muse walked back into my life one night.  I had just finished reading a book, a novel with characters so compelling, I simply had to read the entire work in one sitting. I turned the last page at 2:00am, my heart in my throat and my head too filled with the story to sleep.

I went downstairs and found some characters of my own.

The first to appear was the cowboy, in his ten gallon hat and suede vest.  As always, he was a man of few words, but his “Hot damn, if it isn’t Miss Koenen” made me laugh so hard in its startling unexpectedness of night, I almost smiled myself right out of my chair.

Then, another brilliantly written story was waiting from the scholar.  In our first meeting in the last 25 years, we “spoke” more words at greater depth than we had in four years of shared experiences, in person.  He made me laugh out loud too, with his sharp wit and insightful turns of phrase.  Now I am eager for more chapters from him (and would like him to guest blog someday soon).

Then, when the middle of the night could not get any more incredible, there was the muse.  I have thought of her so many times in the last 20 years, and wondered how she was and where she was and what she was, but I never put pen to paper to find her myself.  She was my free spirit at a time in my life where I was painfully serious.  About everything.  I looked up, and there she was!  We started ‘talking’, and all of a sudden it was the most natural thing in the world that I wandered downstairs in my jammies at 2:00am and found her there in my house.  She sounds happy, and peaceful, and still fiercely smart.  And then she was gone, and I was alone again in the dark.  But I felt less alone than I have in a long, long time.

Silly, silly, silly me.  I thought facebook wasn’t powerful.  It’s a time machine.