Conversation with the Cat

“What would you do if I sang out of tune?  Would you stand up and walk out on me?  I asked with hesitation.

“WTF.  Are you off meds again.  I walk out on you all the time?”  hissed the cat.

“I bet your wondering…What do I do when my love is away?

“Does it worry you to be lone?  You are such a pussy.” spit the cat.

“I bet you’re wondering…How do I feel by the end of the day”

Watching the thought bubble dribbling from the Cat’s head.  I had known the answer…

“Who gives a shit?”

The Cat smirked, a Cheshire Cat smile…“Are you sad because you’re on your own?”

Frustrated and bleeding from recent cat scratches: I spoke with more authority…

“No, I get by with a little help from friends.  I get high with a little help from my friends.  I’m gonna keep trying with…a little help from my friends!”


After the Cat took a dump in the litter box.  She strutted back…

“Do you need anybody?  Could it be anybody?”

Not feeling the love…I shouted…

“I just need somebody to love, goddamn it!”

The Cat had recently met a new, un-neutered Tom Cat in the backyard.  And, she had been strutting about the lawn…as of late.

She questioned me…“Would you believe in love at first sight?”

“Yes, I’m certain that it happens all the time!”

After leaving her new boyfriend bemused and confused.   The scent of her daydream believer had turned to dangerous, frisky night.  Her next philosophical inquiry?

“What do you see when you turn out the light?”

Coming back from lighting a scented candle.  Hoping to overwhelm the cat box aroma of evil.  I settled back in the fur lined desk chair.

“I can’t tell you but I know it’s mine.”


The Cat finally flopped at my feet antagonizing me.  Teasing me to scratch her belly! “Fuck that.  Loving and hating you…is such a fine line!”




Ripple Monday

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Ripple Monday…

Today, something borrowed, something New England ice blue and

a little something for a harried world to hold onto!

Don’t get too lost in all I say…


If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine. And, my tunes were played on the harp

unstrung. Would you hear my voice come through the music?

Would you hold it dear as if it were your own?

It’s a hand-me down, the thoughts are broken. Perhaps, they’re better

left unsung.

I don’t know. Don’t really care.

Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water. When there is no pebble tossed. Nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty. If your cup is full may it be again.

Let it be known there is a fountain; that was not made

by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway. Between the dawn and

the dark of night.

And, if you go

no one may follow. That path is for your steps alone.

You who choose to lead…must follow. But if you fall…you fall alone.

If you should stand then who is to guide you?

If I knew the way I would take you home!

Have a very fruitful day!


WE love you Jerry…Wish you were here to steer!

*lyrics by Jerry Garcia, Ripple