A storm, a lost cat, loss, and love

The storm isn’t stopping anytime soon. I can’t find my old cat, who is ready to start scratching the screen on Death’s door any minute now.

Only one more thing to rip what is left of my heart out of my chest.

I ignore the random ghosts from years ago who sit on my back fence with the turkeys. None of them are natives to the area. The miners, now ghosts, came here from Ireland and other far off spots in the 1850’s. The turkey’s were transplanted here from someplace on the Southeastern coast in the early 1960’s. But they made this their home, and now they are part of the community, whatever that community may be.

I’ve always been here.

So has my cat, or so it seems. So many cats over the years, each one precious, but some take siege to our souls and burrow in.

There are other unimaginable losses, that aren’t unimaginable because they are true. Right here up front and personal. It seems they always come in waves. Not small waves, but likes so many unexpected rogue waves.

Nothing prepares us for loss, no matter who it is, or what it is, or how young or old we are.

Now I’m headed out into the rain to find my cat. Maybe he is under the porch, or in the garage, or on my neighbor’s porch, or waiting at the front door, or sleeping on the couch because I didn’t see him come back inside when I had the back door cracked.

Take care. Never give up. Find your cat.

Update: I found my cat. He eventually showed up on the back porch waiting for me to do the right thing and let him in.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman