Tuesday, June 7, 2011

My days at Porter Manor

Well, it has been a month now since Mistress Carly left to return to Richmond. I must say I have been challenged by her absence. The manor is much more subdued and I miss the daily toy romping on the floor that I had grown accustomed to. But I will say that Father Daniel has been very attentive to my grooming needs. Alas, I had to return to that wretched vet's office and be drugged and shorn of my silky white locks. I look positively ghastly. But I must say it has made me more comfortable in this beastly weather. I have been more willing to spend more time on the estate grounds of late. However, I was horrified by some of the other felines, particularly the one they call Tucker, when I realized that the high pitched squealing I was hearing from under the front porch was a young squirrel hanging from the mouth of Tucker. I had to retire to the recliner and settle my nerves. But at least I had a good companion there.

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  1. Oh, Brimley. You are so very missed!

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  2. I most assuredly miss you as well. But I am trying to pass the time till next we meet by brushing up on my writing, so you will be hearing more from me on my blog

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  3. Brimley, remember I am always available as your confidant and spiritual adviser.
    P.S. Could I get my "Women's Mud Wrestling DVD back? I want to show it to my parishioners at this week's prayer breakfast.

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  4. You are still pretty, shorn locks and all. Talk with Petey and you will learn that beauty after all is in the eyes of the beholder

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  5. Oh, I share your horror. Some of us with certain sensibilities should be spared the sight of such things as dead or dying squirrels. I do hope you can put that moment behind you and move on -- though, with so many less civilized cats around you, I suspect you might stumble upon other distasteful sights.

    I can only tell you that, while I have been encouraged to be "in the moment," I usually find it easier merely to "tolerate the moment." Perhaps in this case (and in any future events) you should aim for this, as well. After all, some of us are not meant to "be" in some moments, nor should we be asked to do so.

    Again, be strong.

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  6. Claire,
    I have a passing familiarity with the "moment." One thinks about such things when one has to use a litter box. I assure that experience falls solidly in "tolerating the moment."

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  7. I see. While utilizing the loo was not exactly what I had in mind when discussing "tolerating the moment," I get your point. I was thinking perhaps of all the moments in the day when you were not, worthy as you are, the center of attention, when the lower felines bothered you at all, or when your well-qualified servants failed you in some way.

    Continued good wishes,
    C

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  8. Dearest Claire,
    In my younger days, I would have taken offense at the disregard and slights. But age has afforded me an amusement of distance. I am from a long and proud Persian lineage which needs no defense. So I sit back and arch my eyebrows with regularity.

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