The Mouse Police Finally Does Sleep (Forever)
I don't even know where to start...
Shortly before 6:30 this morning, my 17 year old cat Jinx took her last breaths. We knew she'd been going downhill for months now, and that the end was coming eventually. But to be there right at that moment, and to hear her cries that I'm sure were of pain... Dam, it nearly killed me.
Tomorrow I have to dig a blasted hole in the back yard. At least this time I will have a shovel, unlike when we buried her mother Oreo in Jan 2007. (All I had then was BBQ tools and a dustpan! Only months later did we find the shovel.)
Jinx
(15 June 1992-16 June 2009)
Goodbye, pretty girl. Go playfight with your mother like you both used to do. Curl up in a kittyball bathed in eternal sunshine. Just don't forget me, and someday when I'm no longer here you can glue yourself to my side again. (Like you always did when even if it was 80-90 degrees!) I will miss you.
And just because I can, here's some picspam of both of them. (Anything earlier than 2002 is still unscanned, these are from since I got a digicam.)
Just a few kitty songs...Old Black Cat
My old black cat he passed away this morning.
He never knew what a hard day was.
Woke up late and he danced on tin roofs.
If questioned “Why?” - answered, “Just because.”
He never spoke much, preferring silence:
eight lost lives was all he had.
Occasionally sneaked some Sunday dinner.
He wasn’t good and he wasn’t bad.
My old black cat wasn’t much of a looker.
You could pass him by - just a quiet shadow.
Got pushed around by all the other little guys.
Didn’t seem to mind much - just the way life goes.
Padded about in furry slippers.
Didn’t make any special friends.
He played it cool with wide-eyed innocence,
Receiving gladly what the good Lord sends.
Forgot to give his Christmas present.
Black cat collar, nice and new.
Thought he’d make it through to New Year.
I guess this song will have to do.
My old black cat……….
My old black cat……….
My old black cat……….
Old black cat…………
My old black cat……….
Rupi's Dance
She dances through the flower-filled room
Sea-green eyes a-sparking.
Or are they blue? The message clear:
Seduce the master, winking.
Dainty feet circles inscribe
Upon the frozen parquet.
Arabesque in compound time:
Stately Pavane or Bourée.
Sultry smile, come hither gaze
Black hair softly shining.
Calls me up to half-lit bed.
Sweet cloud with golden lining.
Oh, so young with ageless smile
Born of ungodly maker
Draws me: moth to candle bright
Fiery pleasure-seeker.
Sultry smile, come hither gaze
Black hair softly shining.
Calls me up to half-lit bed.
Sweet cloud with golden lining.
She dances through the flower-filled room
Sea-green eyes a-sparking.
It’s Rupi’s dance: the message clear.
Her movement does the talking.
It’s Rupi’s dance …And The Mouse Police Never Sleeps
Muscled, black with steel-green eye
swishing through the rye grass
with thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie.
Tail balancing at half-mast.
…And the mouse police never sleeps
lying in the cherry tree.
Savage bed foot-warmer
of purest feline ancestry.
Look out, little furry folk!
He's the all-night working cat.
Eats but one in every ten
leaves the others on the mat.
…And the mouse police never sleeps
waiting by the cellar door.
Window-box town crier;
birth and death registrar.
With claws that rake a furrow red
licensed to mutilate.
From warm milk on a lazy day
to dawn patrol on hungry hate.
…No, the mouse police never sleeps
climbing on the ivy.
Windy roof-top weathercock.
Warm-blooded night on a cold tile. From the 2003 Ian Anderson album Rupi's DanceFrom the 2003 Ian Anderson album Rupi's DanceFrom the 1978 Jethro Tull album Heavy Horses
Shortly before 6:30 this morning, my 17 year old cat Jinx took her last breaths. We knew she'd been going downhill for months now, and that the end was coming eventually. But to be there right at that moment, and to hear her cries that I'm sure were of pain... Dam, it nearly killed me.
Tomorrow I have to dig a blasted hole in the back yard. At least this time I will have a shovel, unlike when we buried her mother Oreo in Jan 2007. (All I had then was BBQ tools and a dustpan! Only months later did we find the shovel.)
Jinx
(15 June 1992-16 June 2009)
Goodbye, pretty girl. Go playfight with your mother like you both used to do. Curl up in a kittyball bathed in eternal sunshine. Just don't forget me, and someday when I'm no longer here you can glue yourself to my side again. (Like you always did when even if it was 80-90 degrees!) I will miss you.
And just because I can, here's some picspam of both of them. (Anything earlier than 2002 is still unscanned, these are from since I got a digicam.)
Just a few kitty songs...Old Black Cat
My old black cat he passed away this morning.
He never knew what a hard day was.
Woke up late and he danced on tin roofs.
If questioned “Why?” - answered, “Just because.”
He never spoke much, preferring silence:
eight lost lives was all he had.
Occasionally sneaked some Sunday dinner.
He wasn’t good and he wasn’t bad.
My old black cat wasn’t much of a looker.
You could pass him by - just a quiet shadow.
Got pushed around by all the other little guys.
Didn’t seem to mind much - just the way life goes.
Padded about in furry slippers.
Didn’t make any special friends.
He played it cool with wide-eyed innocence,
Receiving gladly what the good Lord sends.
Forgot to give his Christmas present.
Black cat collar, nice and new.
Thought he’d make it through to New Year.
I guess this song will have to do.
My old black cat……….
My old black cat……….
My old black cat……….
Old black cat…………
My old black cat……….
Rupi's Dance
She dances through the flower-filled room
Sea-green eyes a-sparking.
Or are they blue? The message clear:
Seduce the master, winking.
Dainty feet circles inscribe
Upon the frozen parquet.
Arabesque in compound time:
Stately Pavane or Bourée.
Sultry smile, come hither gaze
Black hair softly shining.
Calls me up to half-lit bed.
Sweet cloud with golden lining.
Oh, so young with ageless smile
Born of ungodly maker
Draws me: moth to candle bright
Fiery pleasure-seeker.
Sultry smile, come hither gaze
Black hair softly shining.
Calls me up to half-lit bed.
Sweet cloud with golden lining.
She dances through the flower-filled room
Sea-green eyes a-sparking.
It’s Rupi’s dance: the message clear.
Her movement does the talking.
It’s Rupi’s dance …And The Mouse Police Never Sleeps
Muscled, black with steel-green eye
swishing through the rye grass
with thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie.
Tail balancing at half-mast.
…And the mouse police never sleeps
lying in the cherry tree.
Savage bed foot-warmer
of purest feline ancestry.
Look out, little furry folk!
He's the all-night working cat.
Eats but one in every ten
leaves the others on the mat.
…And the mouse police never sleeps
waiting by the cellar door.
Window-box town crier;
birth and death registrar.
With claws that rake a furrow red
licensed to mutilate.
From warm milk on a lazy day
to dawn patrol on hungry hate.
…No, the mouse police never sleeps
climbing on the ivy.
Windy roof-top weathercock.
Warm-blooded night on a cold tile. From the 2003 Ian Anderson album Rupi's DanceFrom the 2003 Ian Anderson album Rupi's DanceFrom the 1978 Jethro Tull album Heavy Horses