An occupational hazard of getting older is losing friends and acquaintances.  Today, I learned that a special person has completed the transition from this life to another.  I don’t think Mack has actually died; she has just shed the cocoon of human existence.  If anyone’s spirit lives on, Mack’s does.  More than any other person I’ve yet to meet, Mack had a special insight into living and was attuned to the rhythms of Creation.

Mack, thank you for choosing to dwell among us for awhile.  The world is richer for you having lived, and we who knew you are vastly richer for the experience.  Godspeed.

I’ve written about my cat before, and I am again and probably will again.  If you care to meet Moofie, go here (what does it say about a person when the personal photo is of his cat?  that’s fodder for another time; and I don’t want you to explain it to me; who, me? dude, you got me all wrong, hehe).

Anyway, I was just sitting at the computer (dude, you ARE sitting at the computer; hush; now, where was I? oh, yes, at the computer) contemplating my navel and other weighty problems when it suddenly occurred to me that I really need to find that box of Q-Tips and clean some things out, my navel being one of those things (eeewwwww!! you sure you want to go there? hush; who’s blog is this anyway? I’m glad it’s yours and not mine; shush).  Well to make a short story long, I last left her highness asleep on the back of the sofa, anxiously awaiting the coming of the warming light of the new day (geez, you over wrote that and badly; if you really want to overwrite it, try this—the small feline lies serenely atop the cushioned softness of the quilted pillows that oft do make her throne, while she awaits the new dawn to come at her bidding and warm her regal self; not bad; I’ll take it under consideration; “take it under consideration”? harrumph; see if I try to help again.).  Now, where was I?  Oh yes, I was engaged in a lively game of solitaire when her highness awoke and starting meowing, quite loudly, I might add.  Well, her meaning was clear—“get your fat ass out of that chair and take me outside, NOW, you lousy #@*%$.”  Nothing could be done except acquiesce to her command.  So, we went outside, even though it’s damnably cold.  Fortunately, for me, we didn’t stay long.  Her highness also concluded it was damnably cold.  As we came back inside, she looked up at me as if to say, “Shit, why’d you let it get so friggin’ cold?  Can’t you do anything right?  I don’t know why I even bother to keep you around.  Sheesh!!!”  And she proceeded to her food bowl which had just been replenished, also at her bidding.