Dream on, sweet one, of joy not loss
What is the good luck version of star-crossed?
Star-blessed? Star-bliss?
Star-dust given kiss?
Star-light guide you, travel tossed.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: star-crossed.
Dream on, sweet one, of joy not loss
What is the good luck version of star-crossed?
Star-blessed? Star-bliss?
Star-dust given kiss?
Star-light guide you, travel tossed.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: star-crossed.
Mother says we are at a Comfort Inn, but I don’t think so. I am NOT comfortable! Mother packed things for days and took them out to a car. Not the usual one! We don’t like it when she leaves, but this time she kept taking OUR things out. Our privy! Toys! The playtube! Our crate! We wondered if she was giving them to Other Cats, horrors. But then she put our harnesses on and put us in the carrier and in the new weird smelling car. The car went with us trapped inside! And it went and went and went.
We objected. Mother had a net between the front and back, but we both outwitted that easily. Sol Duc went under the seats. I sat on Mother’s lap. She stopped and explained that this was not safe. I knew that! Cars aren’t safe! She put us back in the carrier and moved things around and then we rode in our crate. We had food and water and our privy. We could see Mother and the horrible terrible trucks around us. We complained some but at least we were in the crate. We slept sometimes.
At last Mother stopped and put us in the carrier again. It smells very strange outside and we are NOT at home. She took us in to the Comfort Place. I refused to leave the carrier. She took the top off, but I can hide under the top.
We really do not know what will happen today. Mother can be very crafty. We outwit nets, but the car is more difficult. We do want to stay with Mother.
Last night we used the harnesses to make new art. We are crafty too.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: craft.
My friend is still on the road, but moving closer to the end. Referral to hospice, now, though nothing is imminent. She is not home yet, though we hope to get her there. Yesterday another friend and I took her to see her cat. The cat is being cared for and is more social with everyone.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: end of the road.
Mother is cutting our food again. Sol Duc and I would rather eat through the day whenever we feel like it AND out of each other’s bowls. She picks up my bowl sometimes! Then the other bowl is empty and there is NOTHING!
As you can see, I continue to offer my favorite things in exchange for food. Mother took platy, but she just rinsed her in the sink. I got her back when she dried. Sometimes if I drop toys in the puddle, the little ants come. They do not taste good. They are not good food. Sol Duc and I persist, though.
I may put the finger box back on the small noisy sky thing setting. Since Mother won’t give us more food. She did get a new water thing. I am not sure about it. I would rather have food.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: puddle.
Ho hum. Mom is on the finger box again. She sits and stares at it and her fingers tap it all over. Sometimes it is noisy, too and she sings along!
My sister and I know how to lock it with the tiny fly thing, just like they look up in the sky. Much to our dismay, Mother has figured out how to unlock it. She got frustrated the first time.
We don’t want her to spend too much time on the finger box!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Ho hum.
I got Sol Duc and Elwha as very small kittens, 2 pounds and 1.7 pounds, in fall 2021.


These are from September of 2022. Siblings and bunk beds.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: pets!
I am Elwha, cat.
This two weeks has been stressful, with confusing changes. Mother comes home daily with smells of another cat. About a month ago she began rushing around and moving many things. Sol Duc and I were locked out of a room on the main floor and then out of a room on the lower floor. Then Mother continued to hurry and she even washed some of the rocks. Why would she wash rocks? We were concerned.
Then people came. Three people. One was large and he chased me! His name is Trey, he is loud, he knows my name! I ran!. Mother would pick me up and she even handed me to him. Then he was very nice and less loud and patted my belly appropriately, but after he put me down, I still did not like when he would chase me with loud noises!

There is a small female person and a less small female person, Joanne and Camille. They both held me but they are quieter and did not chase me. Trey and Joanne stayed in one of the shut rooms and Camille in the other! We asked to investigate, but were refused. This is confusing. They left after two nights, gone! Mother seemed to enjoy them very much. Trey called me “cat brother” but I am not so sure.
Mother still smells of the other cat. Daily! She left for three nights and Dennis came in. He does not stay for the night, but he is good. We miss Mother.
Mother came back, but today was more frightening. She put on our harnesses for outdoors and we went in the carriers. But instead of letting us out when we got outside, we went in the car! Then we slid forward once. Mother said, “I was trying not to hit a deer, sorry.” We cried, Sol Duc and me. Mother brought the carriers into a place with many frightened animal smells. Another woman took the top off my carrier. She and Mother talked, a lot. She gave me two shots. I let her. She let me get off the metal table. I got in the carrier with my sister. It is very small but if we squeeze together, we both fit. The other woman laughed and said, “I can’t believe they both fit in there.”
Mother put us both in the bigger carrier and brought us home. We are very very happy to be home.
If something doesn’t matter, is it anti-matter?
Lily’s person moved two days ago, much closer. Supposedly to a place where Lily the cat can go, but instead of a private room, there is a roommate. It took me a month to get Lily cat to let me pat her, so the roommate won’t work. We are all very very frustrated. And next week daily treatments for Lily’s person start, thirty minutes away, without enough warning to get volunteer drivers. So it will be me. I am tired. But I suppose it’s anti-matter, right? We were given 24 hours notice by the nursing home and by the physicians about both the move and the treatment and they wanted to start the treatment the same day that she was moving. Whether we can provide all the transport seems to be irrelevant.
The stealthie is from Whidby Island. Right, I’m just an irrelevant shadow as far as the medical dysfunctional machine is concerned.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: irrelevant.
This is Boa Black, who died in the first year of Covid, at age 17.
“Don’t tell jokes about me to visitors!”

“Ah, now I can relax.”

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: joker.
I am Elwha. I am hidden in the sheep blanket. I am warm and safe. Happy.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: hidden.
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