The sky is clearing and the view of Catess Mror’s consort, the moon, has come into view. I stand dry-bathed in its one eyed gaze and recall the story of how the consort when snapping back the head of Catess Mror in the arch of lust-heat was grabbed by the bird of prey, its talon catching the consort’s left eye. I remember how in these ancient times, they took across the plains darting though the shadows of savananah trees’ twisted shadows mixing their shadows and tails and forms, using the trees in the wind to confuse their outlines. Once stopped alertness still jerked every fibre until they added the light agility of bird to their birthright dexterity, they resumed their union and brought forth the pantheon litter to be never lost to history or our reverence.

The mind makes connections sometimes. I was just mid-nap when I perceived smoke and in rapid succession thereafter the clothes-licker machine sound. Are their fur-replacements on fire? Alarmed I half-opened one eye. It registered that no, the hairless jane was attempting to cook her yeast product again. No need for concern. As you were.

Glad to see that janeyq is still about.

In the deepening depth of night
I see the full square blue moon
and fingers back and forth clicking
like cricket legs, the fingers
in front of the screen

Whatever appeal does that leaf-litter sounding book hold for you? Can’t you see I’m appearing to sleep on you? This is signalling our time nor our inclusive of book. Just you and me.

Put it down or I’ll shift off. (Warning one.)

(Shift, groan) Warning two you tense stack of bones you.

Is is that good? What’s happening anyway? I can see your hairlets rise and feel an electrical wave come off you?

Ok, if its that good I’ll wait. (sigh)

Oh, you can pet at the same time?

K, my head is actually higher than that, bit heavy on the head there.

Yes, better idea, just rest the hand on my side. Another point of conenction is better than all that movement anyway.

You have my blessings, I’ll make myself comfortable. Head hanging off here fine?

read on. I’ll still be here until I need to toilet.

The days do go by, don’t they? It seems only a season ago that I got this assignment but it’s been 3 years. Good years, but fast years. A lot has happened from tooth extraction to a little bit of escape to ourdoor bird action. I can’t say I understand them implicitly yet, nor my collegue who is unnaturally attached to me, I have a measure of peace in being able to predict what will occur, even if not when or why.

And then, things shift. My colleague who never craves attention came into my territory during offhours and wanted a scratch and petting. Whatever was she thinking? Her telelinks were buffered and I couldn’t read her. She walked as through I weren’t even there, as if she were completely unaaware of the hour. Is the simian odd schedule that is throwing her off? No, it’s more I think. Something must be vexing her spiriit tonight so, being the heartful cat I am, I let the indiscretion pass.

The simian tom looks tired. His furless patches have a shadowy cast to them.
He lay down on the bed early with more of his fur and bare exposed. He stretched out and I stretched out my length along his length in an act of solidarity. I pressed my bare toepads onto his bare toepads. How intimate must it be to lie like her, like them, hairless as I you were composed of only bare patches.

Funny Beau should mention in comments other pets as he did. I had a bit of trepidation. They went away and double stocked me on food and water. I was sure they were goners again. But after only half a day she came back. The simian Jane came home. But as I lept up to cat her in her chair, I noticed an odor in the air. Dog. All over her. Wherever did she pick that up and why him and not me when she had the choice. I furiously countermarked her. She smells better now. Appropriate home scents.

There they are, in those pieces of cloth, nested in like mice. But I won’t eat them, I won’t. I won’t even sniff them. Ok, yes I will do that.

Look below for all my catch-up posts now that I have internet connections again. This is the feeling of peace and connection(s) and these are the images of peace and connection embodied

You’ll never guess what happened.

Go one guess.

They came back.

Who could have forseen that?

Not that I’m displeased. But, I had wondered. It had looked unlikely.

Are the 3 of them going to live with my colleague and I now?

And where is my internet hardware?