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November 21, 2016

I’ve just started following this blogger, whose pictures and posts are very interesting to me. It turns out he has a tuxedo kitty like my Peabody!

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Lifelong Commitment

June 11, 2016

I have at times wished to die, considered various methods of dying, and written my thoughts in notebooks scattered about my apartment, over the past several years. But because I have a cat I cannot die, cannot, as it is said so melodramatically, “take my own life”.

There is a contract made approximately eight years ago, between this cat and me (or is it “I”? One seldom remembers … ). The contract states that I will never willfully abandon him, never leave him as a consequence of a decision deliberately made. I am legally, emotionally, and spiritually bound by this contract for the duration of this cat’s lifetime or my own, whichever comes first. I am forbidden from breaking this agreement under any circumstances; that is, if I have a choice in the matter. Should something unforeseen yet fatal to me, something caused by powers outside myself occurs, then I am released from the strictures of the contract. If I can do nothing to prevent this event, say a fatal illness, from happening to me, the cat knows he must forgive me and cannot bring a breach-of-contract lawsuit against my heirs.

Thus, although dying tonight might be a powerful  wish in my mind, I may not do anything or take any medications or in any way at all cause my own death. This is an extremely strong reason why the chronically ill, the isolated elderly, the grieving widowers and widows, seriously depressed and suicidal people ought to be given an animal  – a dog or a cat, depending on the person’s physical health and abilities to care for the animal and meet its needs: A dog must be walked and exercised, whereas a cat is easier to maintain. Each person will sign a contract like mine that will state that the person is to be responsible for, committed to, contracted to this animal. Through this simple mechanism animal shelters can be emptied and many suicides prevented – thus killing (or not killing actually) two birds with one stone.

In conclusion, I will not die tonight. I must go on for tomorrow will arrive very soon, and my cat will require his food and his nurturing. I, in return, will receive his love and gratitude, expressed by his being on my lap, his paws kneading my fleshy body, his purring several decibels louder than at any other time of day or night, his joy and delight expressed through much drooling. Who actually gets more out of this relationship? I do, of course. My little cat gives me a reason to stick around, to go on living for one more day. His love sustains me as much as my feeding him keeps him going. I am the clear winner!


As Time Goes By

June 7, 2016

Yes, time has gone by since last I posted to this little blog. Life has gone on, both good and “bad” things have happened. Friends of mine have been dropping one after another, some deaths expected, some out of the blue, shattering my heart and mind like asteroids whacking the planet and sending it far out of its orbit. Death, death, and more death, but my own, at times much desired, comes not.

How I miss my close friend, my sister in spirit, Mindy. Younger than I and struggling with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) Mindy was found one clear morning in April by her neighbor, wrapped tightly in her blanket clutching her stuffed bear, Mooshie, in her arms and pressed tightly to her body, dead. Yes, dead! At the age of only 57 she was gone.

No more manic late-night chats out in the garden area smoking our American Spirit cigarettes, probably disturbing the neighbors, listening to the Maccabeats or the Klezmatics, or other klezmer band on YouTube, bouncing around like a couple of high school girls in out pajamas, shrieking with laughter and impersonating people we weten’t fond of; these little coffee klatches might go on for hours, especially once we’d relocated to her apartment. Those are the times that live on in my memory; there are nights on which I suddenly awake, hearing Mindy’s voice saying, “You can’t fix the whole world, Ellen. Some things you must simply let go”.

Oh, how I tried to fix Mindy, to help her overcome the demons that plagued most of her waking hours and drove her to screaming out in the middle of the night. “Help me! Let ne in the house! Someone’s hurting me – someone’s raping me! Help me, help me, oh God please help me!” No one could help Mindy; no one could successfully erase the terrible traumas inflicted upon her as a child, as a teenager, as a young married woman with a husband who brutalized her, tried to destroy her self-confidence, her self-esteem, and her joy. Later,  there were children, a son who abused his mother, telling her he wished she were dead, or that she was only “a piece of shit who shouldn’t be on the planet”, abd other such loving things. And a daughter who played push-pull, come here – go away games that tortured Mndy in her soul. How Mindy managed to hang on amidst all of this astounds me.

I will miss Mindy for the rest of my life; she was brilliant, educated, artistic, and childlike. She once said, “I’m like a child!”, and so she was. She posessed a child’s spirit, a child’s soul, the kind of creativity children have that leaves us when we become older. I hope I can retain that childlike spirit and soul for as long as I may live.

When it comes my time to go, I pray that Mindy is there to greet me and to walk me into our new playground which shall contain all of our toys from books to music to cigarettes to coloring books and colored pencils and markers and, most importantly, the stickers that she adored. May we rest there together eternally, just the two little girls whose time with one another was all too brief.


I am Old but I too Still Have Dreams

October 11, 2015