Its a pretty amazing fall day. Just chilly enough for a light jacket, leaves falling like snow, branches rustling in the wind as the afternoon progresses. All it needs is a ghost. And I just kind of got one. When my last beloved kitty, Topper, died, I buried him in the lower part of the yard and marked his grave with two tree stumps that made a comfortable bench. For a while, I went down there to meditate occassionally and to talk to him. But we move on. Still, the bench is there. Lately, weve been feeding a feral cat that looks almost exactly like Topper. We call the feral kitty Tucker. Both are/were tuxedo kitties. When I carried some glider cushions down to the storage shed in the back yard a while ago, Tucker was stretched out on his back sunning himself on Toppers bench. He sprang up, stared at me for a moment, then took off for the woods. Tuckers eyes look exactly like Toppers. It was just enough to make me pause for a moment and saver the very slight chill that ran up my neck.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 21:41:49 +0000