“Hisssss” I say to drama cats
Our story is being written every day – and it’s a delicious love story of girl meets girl and suddenly two worlds create a universe. As each page turns, a deeper bond, a sweeter truth, with more and more reason why the stars aligned on that very day – Fat Tuesday – for us to meet, another drama unfolds on the bayou. A while back I was caught up in it – I seemed to have been sucked into a vortex where passion was lacking and I provided more than enough fodder for reminding people of what they were missing – sucked into this whirling cauldron of drama and denial, I woke often feeling as if I was catnip for some pussy cats who would never tire of pawing at me. I dare say I showed remarkable strength in announcing myself for who I am and stating clearly what my intentions were and then I pulled and stayed away to let the pussy cats wail for their demon lover. Flash forward and as the pages of our book are lovingly written replete with outer worldly heights of feeling and amor, I see sparks in the distance, rumblings heard over the bayou – noise from restless felines acting as tom cats with tails erect, roaming again – stalking disturbance, licking milk from shallow bowls set out for others, yowling for treats, and rubbing against doorways, leaving their scent in new territory. Meanwhile, this particular kitty, call me Wonder Puss, has curled up in front of a roaring fire and feels very sated and domestic, meow.