***UPDATE ON MOVE***To those who graciously responded to my since deleted post about my housing dilemma, I'm happy to report that I have secured an apartment in New Hampshire and will be moving in next month! My gratitude to everyone who offered advice; it was so helpful and encouraging...thank you!***END OF UPDATE***
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Hello everyone. I'm in the process of moving from Florida to New Hampshire, applying for apartments from out-of-state with no credit history, and have been so beaten down by rejection after rejection, or simply by not being quick enough.
I feel demoralized, dispirited, despairing, and more than a little bit frightened.
So, to keep desperation at bay, I think (as I always do) of my cat. I'm a poet and one of the poems that's been idling in my head mainly concerns her and I wrote a very rough first draft during the interminable waits between apartment applications and virtual showings.
Bearing in mind that the final draft will likely read quite differently, I would like to share this piece of my heart with you all if you'll have it. The poem is called "Temporal" and can be found on my Wordpress page here:
Since this is a partly-sad, cat-centric poem about love and loss, and I don't want to be a total downer, I invite everyone to fill this thread with joyous, playful, silly, darling cat videos and pictures, be they of your own special feline friend or just something you found on the Internet. 😺😸😼🐱😹😽😻🐱💻🐱👓🐱🏍🐱👤🐱🐉🐈
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I think I was nine or ten. Do you remember the Friday night Creature Feature? I was home alone. My parents were out late, and I sat on the davenport (haven't remembered that word in ages) and watched. I must admit, I didn't understand one bit of the epilogue. When Mom and Dad arrived home there was a test pattern on the TV set. I was curled up in a fetal position, trembling.
We visited a motel a year later, and I wouldn't go anywhere near the shower. He-he-he.
Don't remember Bloch had anything to do with the taxidermy. "Perched upon a bust of Pallas". Ya. Bet that was all Hitch.
Funny I should think of Athena just now. There was a woman I used to communicate with, here at HU, a while back. I think you called her fierce.
As a child, I do remember some kind of Creature Feature program that aired on Saturday afternoons. I also remember seeing the Creature Feature program hosted by "Dr. Paul Bearer" when we first moved down to Florida.
I think maybe you're referring to Elliott_Woods -- a strong individual and ally -- I remember she wanted to help you.
Glad you found an area that suits you. It's pretty there. The air is so fresh and clean. Great idea securing that snow removal. You can just hunker down and enjoy the snow. There is too much stress when you have to get a car unburied to get to work on time. You won't have to deal with that.
All good here. Spending time with my granddaughter. I often read your poem and think of how sad I was. You understood 100%. Will never forget how thoughtful and kind you were during my struggle
I always hear about people having heart attacks while shoveling snow, and I'm out of shape beyond repair, so I think I'll opt for milder exercise myself. 🙀
Still no apartment yet, so who knows when moving day will be...though it has to be before October 1 because that is when the owner of the home in which I'm currently staying says I have to leave because she has a guest coming to visit then. At that point, I will be officially homeless.
Wonderful poem, mrmonk. I could feel the movement and emotion in your words. Your struggle to adjust to loss. It reminds me of losing my cat Ralphie in November last year. He was so sick. I miss him every day and still say his name. I think of him often even after "lives Drain away, trickle to a silence."
Lovely words that touch my heart. Thank you for sharking mrmonk!
Ralphie is always going to be with me. He was a true gem, and had a demanding personality. If he wanted something, you better believe he was going to bug you until you gave it to him.
The last three days were a roller coaster ride with him. He rode on my shoulder and I still feel him there. Going to get a tattoo of him there. A portrait in black and white.
I know exactly what you mean about demanding. My bird will get what she wants, or she will wait -- and then get what she wants. Tick-tick-tick means "or else".
You don't need the tattoo for yourself. He will be with you without outside reminders. Hopefully the happy, special memories will overwrite the sad.
Just Wow thank you for sharing this with us mrmonk that was a great read
Thanks so much, Elisson! I love how reciprocal poetry is -- all the words spring from feeling and you feel all the words -- language is the true tie that binds.
I see you joined HealthUnlocked just recently, so welcome to this supportive community!😺
Thanks for the video. It's touching. I had that happen to me once. A huge ginger Tom. He was the joy of my life.
Have you heard of A Street Cat Named Bob? It's a bit similar to this. A homeless man was adopted by a stray cat. It's a true story. I think the movie is free on YouTube now.
Hope you'll let us know when things move forward. Be well.
I read your beautiful words with Oliver curled up beside me. And memories of other cats who have shared my heart and my home. A few tears but good ones knowing I have been loved like you.
Some time ago, I saw your picture of Oliver in another thread and it immediately made me think of my beloved cat. Sometimes one's heart can hurt because it's so bursting with love. Thank you kindly for reading my poem.
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