I recently had a dream I dropped one of the cats off the balcony.
It was only a dream and happened by accident as I was trying to hold onto Mr. Snuggles. He slipped through the vertical railings from tumbling playfully with a black squirrel. I grabbed the fur on his neck but lost my grip. Upon rushing down the stairs and outside the apartment building in my nightgown, I discovered he survived the fall.
Now… this dream could have been a subconscious desire after the darling had woken me up twice between 4:00 and 5:30 a.m. – first to serve breakfast then again to open the balcony door for him and Miss Geneva. It seems to be a regular habit, of him dragging me out of bed with his pitiful meows and persistent demands.
I am committed to this feline servitude until one of us dies. The way they watch us sometimes makes me worry that they already are making plans.
Of course, I think they are smart enough to know that if the servant woman is no longer around, they won’t be spoiled with soft breakfast food or tasty dental and hairball treats.
Who will scoop out their litter box? The resident artiste? Maybe… for a few days.
Other than complaining about the cats’ habits, my recent writing endeavours have been focused on social justice issues and personal growth.
I joined 600 other people on June 17th for a Free The Falls / It Is Sacred walk from Victoria Island in the Ottawa River to Parliament hill. You can read an account of the day, published by my pen name Flo.
This is an important cause to stop more luxury condos and commercial development on the islands held sacred by the Algonquins and other Indigenous peoples.
You can visit my Deep Blonde Thoughts blog to read how I learned about this important cause. The struggle is not over.
Thanks for dropping by. If you’re looking for some bittersweet, Canadian fiction check out The Year of the Rabbit.
Thanks also for not disturbing the Tabby. That other guy? Well…