Another Night

Another night comes with the silence of an empty house... 8 years, 3 months, 1 day, 15 hours, 6 minutes since our love slipped away and left only loneliness. ..... I miss you my wife, the only woman who has ever loved me...

 6 years. 6 months, 2 days, 13 hours, 6 mins.... Since we spoke...
I miss our conversations..
I miss how we talked every minute of every day...
How we were able to tell each other everything that was on our minds....
I miss you my wife...

CAT to CAT

A Letter found ... Written in True Susan fashion :) Oct. 2004 October 27, 2004 Dear Carol, I’d like to introduce myself: I am your new cousin who lives in Las Vegas with my large human parents and my sister, Poe. My official name (the one on my collar) is Kona Thompson but they call me by other names too. Dad, the tallest one in my pride, mostly calls me Kona but he also calls me Boy-ya. Sometimes, when he is excited, he calls me “Stupie”. He calls me Stupie when I walk on the kitchen counters. He calls me Stupie when I lick the butter. He calls me Stupie when I scratch the furniture… The truth is that he loves me so much that he calls me Stupie a lot! The other big one (Poe and I call her “can opener”) mainly calls me “Boo”. She also calls me “Punchie” but only when I’m being really, really friendly. She seems to think of my periods of intense affection as an ailment. It’s not a character flaw -- I just get punch drunk with love. You are just lucky that you have only one name and everyone uses it! You may have heard about me. I’m black and have shiny longish hair. I have two beauty marks that are white. One is on my chest and one is on my belly. You can only see them if I show you – or if one of the humans flips me over on my back. I’m still in my teens but consider myself very mature for my age. I’m not quite as old as you but no one can tell because I have a big head and a very long tail. . I’m sure that you would like me very much. The reason that I’m writing is because I need your help. I am very embarrassed about my voice. My meow is very quiet and sweet sounding. I’m so embarrassed by my baby kitten voice that I hardly ever meow. I have heard my big ones talk about your voice and you, dear cousin, are a legend! I am filled with awe and respect! Oh, how I yearn to have a strong and resonant voice like yours! CAN YOU TEACH ME? Please? I really need to get the volume and pitch that you have perfected. I will never have the love and respect of my peers without your help. What do you say? I can pay you in tuna or dead rats. We can work on my voice lessons over the phone but I’ll be glad to come up in the spring to train with you. What do you say Carol? I’d be forever in your debt. Very Sincerely, Kona/Stupie/Boy-ya/Boo/Punchie

The Poet

For Anna Jean Denson, Girl Scout Were I selling Cookies as a Scout, I wouldn’t cheat because HEY I’m no lout. I’d never kick and cry and pout, But I’d all of my considerable clout, To sell cookies until we ran out! I’d leap out of my lake like a trout. I’d yodel and holler and shout. I’d oink like a pig from my snout. I’d play whale, surface and spout. I’d eat cookies until I was stout. I’d become a boxer and win every bout. But is it for a good cause? Are you kidding? YES! There’s no doubt! From Auntie Susan, Poet

Remembering

3 Years Gone

My Heart Remembers

Thoughts of my wife pull at my heart.. I miss her so!