Date: 2010-01-12, 7:37PM EST
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once upon a time there was this beautiful adult female cat. she has a dark coat with gold wisps highlighting her long fluffy mane; her tail full and bushy swishing to and fro as she walks. in her time she has been a mighty hunter and gatherer, providing for her young litter. she has lived a good life, well loved but now finds herself without young and without companionship, her previous life no longer present. she is an independent cat and can find ways to occupy herself as she wanders aimlessly. refuge is found among the grasses and rocks and shoreline and a contented life is obvious in her body language as she rolls around on the ground opening herself out to the sun. where to now the cat asks herself . . .
in the woods, in the cabin is the carpenter. he is a strong man, a capable man, a lover of nature. he lives amongst the woods and remains mindful of the invitation from the trees. as the carpenter does his toil, he recalls the years of girlish laughter in his home and he misses the sounds and the smells of those days. at times he is overwhelmed with the what ifs and if onlys and steadies himself with stacking wood and hauling water. what now the carpenter asks himself . . .
as the cat walks down the road, she notices the frigid air. up ahead is a light and a most joyous smell coming from the cabin. of all the times she has walked this road, there has not been much human activity to notice, just the wind, the birds, and the tress. the cat decides to investigate as she has not seen human activity for awhile. the hue of the light is welcoming as the smoke lofts out the chimney. she can feel the heat from here and taste what smells like beef beckoning her towards the door . . .
the stew is nearly done and the candles are lit. the carpenter remembers the feeling of her soft hair and the heat of her shoulder. she always liked how he made the beef; he gets lost in the reverence. shaking off the heavy cloak of memory, he tells himself the stew will probably taste even better tonight given the specialness of the evening. he toasts himself and while pausing with his glass raised in the air, he hears it. first faint, and then a little louder. he listens again and indeed it is real, it is not part of his self absorbed dream. the noise is outside the door. he stands and hears it again and for some reason has a very pleasant feeling inside. in that moment he knows he is not alone as there is another being adding to his experience. he goes to the door and opens it and sees her. a smile emerges as he hears . . .