Ode of the Lynx Descendant

They were cast down from the almighty lynx,
Two rambling creatures, two curious blinks;
This red day saw my love go out to them,
Gold and black colored, always on the prim

The nuisance they are,
The childlike they may seem,
But they seem to understand
That my presence is one of serene

For on this Cupid day,
When no love is sent my way
It’s always best to put on an act
Just a single guy and his cats

Cocoa, Blackie, Napster, Whiskers, Gracie, Fluffy, Smuckers, Kimba (previously Flatty and then Flutters), Goldie (2 cats), Cocoa-Vanilla, Pineappler (not a mispelling), Spaz, Midnight, Freefall, Velvet, Chet, Darby, Chester, Jesus, Paczki, Boo-boo, Peaches, Bubbles, Blackjack, Brewster, and I’m sure there’s more but this is a start.

Those are most of the names of all of the cats I’ve owned or lived with at one point in my life. And as you can see, the names vary from “normal” to ridiculous. Some of them were named by me, some of them by accident, some got their names only after they settled in naturally.

I’ve had one dog in my entire life and it’s name was Deuce. A small dog given to us that we only had for a few months before he was taken away to better caretakers (not that we weren’t but we had never took care of a dog before). He usually stayed tied up outside on the porch because of the dozens of cats inside getting him riled up and scared. Well, it didn’t help that my sisters, then both younger than ten, used to tease him, pulling on his lease or wrapping it around the railing, causing him discomfort.

But, boy oh boy, do I love (and sometimes hate) cats!


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: Cupid’s Arrow

Write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry!

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Love is Universal

If God created everyone in his image

Shouldn’t everyone be able to love?

No matter if opposites attract or not?

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Bone of Contention.”

Christmas Spirit

The time comes around every year, I feel a bit less sad

The trees are lighting up, the ornate garland making cats mad

Houses are glowing boastfully, neighbors basking in the shine

Santa Claus is in the air again, kids and adults are enjoying the time

Holiday music, cliché and new

Bells ringing, change rattling

Caring, sharing for the few

Still no snow this year though

Christmas light fights, putting on a show

As the years roll on, presents become less important

The time to spend with my dearest family, comfortably gazing in the twinkly assortment

It’s too bad this time only comes around once a year

Because the day after, people are sick and tired of the nutty cheer

The reality sets in, the expensive gifts becoming a burden

Mad verbal fights ensue, resentment spreading from the torn worded

But I am happy my close clan does not worry so much about the material gains

Because what really matters is the Christmas love pouring down like it rains

Merry Christmas to everyone who cares to believe

That this magical time every twelve months has the power to heal, give us one more chance to breathe

If you don’t have the heart to believe

Then just skip to a Happy New Year

And be happy you get to start all over again

Forget all the mistakes

And try to make it the best year there’s ever been

Photo 101: Day 6 – Connect

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Thank goodness I have cats because otherwise the assignment today would be a little difficult. I’m very shy about just walking up to people and asking to take their picture and even taking pictures of random people or even my family feels a little awkward. There’s nothing like two cats who have a certain connection to one another. My two felines are known to wrestle, fight, and run like wild horses after one another through the house, but, as is evident in these pictures, they love each other and seek one another for company and comfort. Because what else is there for these cats? Their worlds are so itty bitty small and having they being related to one another by species helps clear up some of the loneliness. I realize this assignment asked for more of a human approach but the ideal image for today was my cats, who also share a connection with me in a way (and they weren’t fussy about having their picture taken). Two animals of the same species – that’s my interpretation of connect.

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If I Had Never Known My Father

If I had only met my father just today, I don’t know what I would say to him. Would I shake his hand or give him an awkward hug? Casually greet him with uncertainty or shout with joy at how excited I was to finally see him? For one thing, I know his outlook on me would be totally different than what is has been. He wouldn’t know about my faults and would be less likely to judge me. I believe there would be more conversation and not so much of that ‘icy wall’ between us. We might be willing to share more of our well kept secrets than we normally would have if I had known him for my entire life since it would not be so embarrassing.

On the other hand, it might be harder to relate to him because we both have difficulty starting conversations and having anything interesting to talk about. Our relationship would be rather awkward at first but eventually I believe we could be great friends, just on a less intimate level. I know I would be calling him by his first name for a while because there wouldn’t be that commanding respect between us right away and I could know him on a more personal level. That would be quite appropriate for a relationship in the early stages of development; a newly seeded plant sprouting up from the ground for the first time; a pillow still fluffy and fresh; a brand new book just opened with pages that feel like air and ink as crisp as night.

My dad would likely want to do more fun things with me, more father-son activities such as going to sporting events, fishing, or even nights out on the town. He does have artificial hips and can’t do a whole lot of strenuous work but he could at least try to go more places with me and participate in certain activities, knowing that he is trying to be a good father. I believe there would be more of a will to get to know each other and not just forcing it. There wouldn’t be any grudges between us, other than the fact that I had not known him until now.

It would be shocking at first to know that we share some of the same traits both mentally and physically. Other than hating the fact that I have things in common with my dad that are not quite up to par with what other people believe are ‘normal’, I would embrace these things because a connection would be formed between us. There is a bit of love between us right now, but if I had only just met him today I believe that would be amplified. I would want to spend as much time as possible with my father to make up for all the lost time that we could have spent together. It would be more mutual and honest; we wouldn’t hold anything back; the relationship would not be stunted and crippled like it is now but would grow into a tall, healthy, and impressive looking redwood. That would mean more than anything to me.


In Response to the Daily Prompt: Delayed Contact