Lyrical Laments - 6. Chapter 6 Closure and Silly Cat

The first leaves me feeling sad, but with a feeling of resolve and strength.  The person will survive, and be stronger in the end  

Hahahaha aww poor Falkor.  Veranda dragons and skunks don’t mix.  Are you sure don’t want to give him a snuggle?  

At what point does a person call it quits?  For me, I lost count after yet another longed-for relationship failed to live, or worse, failed to ignite.  Self-preservation should allow us a finite number then say, 'That's it...'  And yet, even if we take a break, Hope seems to surge right back the next time you meet someone who ticks all your boxes on your shopping list.    For me, it occurred ten years ago on the 1st of September.  That was the day Kevin took his own life with no sign as we'd parted three days before.  I knew there'd never be another like him, and for some reason the urge to try again seemed to be gone.  For all the rough edges, we 'fit'...and I was--and still am--more than content with our shared memories.

Oh, I remember my Duchess tangling with a skunk more than once out in the country--Holy Cow is there any worse scent?  As it turns out, there was: wet dog which still, despite scrubbing, reeked of polecat!  Your pussy must be mighty formidable, G-Man, if it can tangle with such a varmint! 

For the first I'll just send a  and a  

For the second .i had to  

I send you my hugs and encouragement for Closure. You are indeed loved. Silly Cat made me laugh, for you describe the once-mighty feline to a T. Thank you for these. 

and 

and OMG

Poor Falkor  stinky cat is definitely not house cat

On 10/7/2017 at 1:05 PM, Valkyrie said:

for the first poem and  for the second.  Poor Falkor.  I guess a tomato juice bath is out of the question?    

Thanks, Val.   Tomato juice doesn't work, and Falkor would take it very personal anyway... he smells better now   

On 10/7/2017 at 1:07 PM, LitLover said:

The first leaves me feeling sad, but with a feeling of resolve and strength.  The person will survive, and be stronger in the end  

 

Hahahaha aww poor Falkor.  Veranda dragons and skunks don’t mix.  Are you sure don’t want to give him a snuggle?  

No snuggles, but I can finally pat him again.  ... Resolve and strength? More like resignation for being an idiot. 

On 10/7/2017 at 1:42 PM, ColumbusGuy said:

At what point does a person call it quits?  For me, I lost count after yet another longed-for relationship failed to live, or worse, failed to ignite.  Self-preservation should allow us a finite number then say, 'That's it...'  And yet, even if we take a break, Hope seems to surge right back the next time you meet someone who ticks all your boxes on your shopping list.    For me, it occurred ten years ago on the 1st of September.  That was the day Kevin took his own life with no sign as we'd parted three days before.  I knew there'd never be another like him, and for some reason the urge to try again seemed to be gone.  For all the rough edges, we 'fit'...and I was--and still am--more than content with our shared memories.

 

Oh, I remember my Duchess tangling with a skunk more than once out in the country--Holy Cow is there any worse scent?  As it turns out, there was: wet dog which still, despite scrubbing, reeked of polecat!  Your pussy must be mighty formidable, G-Man, if it can tangle with such a varmint! 

At what point does the pain stop? I think we both know the answer. It never really goes away, so we deal.

I'm lucky Falkor didn't take a full blast.   Thanks, buddy xoxo

On 10/7/2017 at 2:35 PM, Caz Pedroso said:

For the first I'll just send a  and a  

 

For the second .i had to  

Thanks, Caz!  yeah, it's okay to laugh now... I must admit I was missing our daily visits, but he smells way better now.  

On 10/7/2017 at 3:48 PM, Parker Owens said:

I send you my hugs and encouragement for Closure. You are indeed loved. Silly Cat made me laugh, for you describe the once-mighty feline to a T. Thank you for these. 

Thanks, Parker. Closure is ongoing. Yeah, once mighty... the damn cat still struts around like a king... I can see it happening again.  

On 10/7/2017 at 8:31 PM, dughlas said:

and 

Exactly. Falkor has to learn he is not king of all things. But, he is a lovable dumbass.   Thanks, Dugh.  

On 10/8/2017 at 6:11 PM, Albert1434 said:

and OMG

The worst is over, buddy. Now, I can smile about it, but if it happens again....

On 10/9/2017 at 10:54 AM, Bucket1 said:

Poor Falkor  stinky cat is definitely not house cat

Not a chance. My house is pristine.   Thanks, B   

I'm probably way off base Gary, but the first poem seemed like a slightly satirical comment about how author's feel as they post the last chapter in their book. (Postpartum Publishing Depression). Other commenters have a different impression, but I will stick to mine.  Silly cats come in many different shapes, sizes, colors and smells.  I'm glad my cat Orange is an apartment cat.  At least when she smells (and she does), I can still stand to pet her and let her jump onto my lap.  

7 hours ago, raven1 said:

I'm probably way off base Gary, but the first poem seemed like a slightly satirical comment about how author's feel as they post the last chapter in their book. (Postpartum Publishing Depression). Other commenters have a different impression, but I will stick to mine.  Silly cats come in many different shapes, sizes, colors and smells.  I'm glad my cat Orange is an apartment cat.  At least when she smells (and she does), I can still stand to pet her and let her jump onto my lap.  

Lol. PPD. Yeah, it's a thing.   In this case though, it was definitely personal, but just an accepting lament. 

Falkor was my buddy who followed me everywhere when I was outside. He was neutered, but he ruled all the other barn cats, and I miss him terribly. He had so much personality, and I could tell he loved me. Thanks for reading about him. This poem helps keep him alive for me.