The last 24 hours have been a mixed bag of emotions for sure. Yesterday afternoon after meeting up with Dad and Sandy at Club Cappuccino where Rob and I had delicious hot chocolates with whipping cream (a very rare treat for me these days), we went home. Rob had been decluttering and tidying the house and had an old office chair that he'd put in the back yard. I fed the birds and decided to put the chair into the old garage we're going to tear down soon. As soon as I opened the garage door, despite holes where the windows had been and holes in the roof, I noticed the place reeked. I looked around. Lying on an old mattress was our neighbour's ginger tom, Reddie. I just saw his back but the poor cat was obviously dead. My heart went out to the children next door whose mother had died suddenly about six weeks ago.
Rob had gone straight back out so I had to pace and wait for him to come home before I could do anything remotely practical. I had ideas of somehow tending to the cat ourselves but Rob immediately went next door and talked discreetly to the children's aunt, Jamie, who said her and her brother would come by the next day when the children were in school and collect Reddie. The children were resigned to the fact that Reddie had run away. He'd been missing for 2 weeks. So Jamie saw no need to tell them otherwise.
I felt so sad for the children, for Reddie, for Jamie and Frankie for having to deal with the body, even for myself for finding him which was a shock. I know that cats will often go elsewhere to die and tried to comfort myself with that fact and with the fact that he had at least found a dry and comfortable place to do so. I was further comforted by that this morning when Jamie's brother said that Reddie seemed to have been sick the last time he saw him. I just wish I had found him sooner. Although I sprayed him with water when he tormented my cats, Reddie was a sweetheart, a gentle soul (to people--a scrapper with other male cats) who tried constantly to have his way with my (spayed!) cat, Spook, even though she never wanted anything to do with him. He had obviously been well-loved. May his little spirit rest in peace.
After Jamie and Frankie gathered up Reddie's remains, I had to race to the vet's (the irony not lost on me and even though I found myself shaking after their ordeal) to try to catch Sandy to give her some address labels that Rob had printed out for her and Dad. Rob stayed home from his accounting job this morning so I took his car. Rob likes to listen to talk shows on his radio. I turn the CD player on as soon as I get in usually but today the theme song from Murder She Wrote was playing so I kept the radio on and was treated to a delightful interview with an almost 94 year old Angela Lansbury. My usual route was closed so I was in the car even longer, catching more of the interview. I have cosy memories of watching Murder She Wrote the first time it came around (oh how I longed to be Jessica Fletcher, not so much solving mysteries but being a published, well-respected writer! And of course living in beautiful Cabot Cove which according to a BBC study would be the murder capital of the world were it a real place.) then watching reruns with a lady I was looking after and even now catching the odd show.
The rest of this day I'm going to be gentle with myself. It's free until this evening when I have LUNA (Lakehead Unfinished Novels Association) at Glenn's house. So I plan to create. I have ATCs to finish. Yesterday I received the names of some new people to send to for a year. Brother and sister teens this time. And I have art lessons to work through for Ever After, Moonshine, A Year of Rumi and a Creativity and Lifebook 2020 Summit. An art overload you say? There is no such thing! The first thing I will do though is colour this pretty, season-neutral outside flag that I bought from Vanderwees last week. Then I can put it up in the front yard and take down the heron flag which, though also pretty, is not necessarily fall and winter appropriate.
May your today be full of life, love and laughter.
Welcome! I'm Sue Blott: a writer of all things, a poet at heart, mom, wife, daughter, step-mom, grandma, tea drinker, tai chi-er, mystic, artist, dreamer...and now a blogger! This is my world.