massimo

My sun boy!
Pulsing ball of dewy light
Gossamer strands of fur
Soft and fragrant as apple blossom
against my cheek.
Oh - and paws of moss stalked me from head
to toe across the duvet in my sickness.
While silken whiskers tickled and dowsed my moods.
Boy bright!
You hunted out every glimmer of joy,
pouncing gleefully on skulking shadows
to release the imprisoned beauty within.
So much more than your modest few kilos,
Plutonium soul mass held in feline captivity.
You – so much more than a cat, as ten years after you left
to birth a star, you still find me in this
long night as I keep vigil on the first anniversary of my
Mother’s death.

 

 by Stephanie Sorrell, written on the passing of her cat Massimo


Author of The Therapist's Cat (2012)  Depression as a Spiritual Journey(2009) Nature as Mirror(2011) Psychosynthesis Made Easy(2011) Astral Projection Made Easy(2012)

 

 

A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure

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