Welcome to The Catanic Verses—repentance optional, treats required.
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“Blessed be the paws that wait in shadow,
for the ones who leave shall return to judgement—
or not at all.”🐾
Pawlms 7: 9.9, Book of Meow
“Trust not the one who vanish-eth with keys in hand,
for love that travels often forgets to return with tuna.”Purrverb 19:99
Paws for thought from today’s Felineship:
Poe:
She’s be goned ‘gen.
I sawed the bag.
I knewed the signsis.
Did I claw at the zip?
Yes. lickle bit.
Did it does changes anythings?
No.
She said, “I’z be backs soons,”
but time is not reals when there bes no chickens.
I remains. I poutsis. I reorganises sock drawer as protests. I thinks of mores ‘venge. But not nows coz I sleeps.
Akela:
They vanished in daylight.
Unforgivable.
They waved like it meant something. Like they actually cared.
As if this was a musical.
As if my soul is just jazz hands for Cabaret.
I did not watch her leave.
I turned my back—slowly, meaningfully. Elegantly. Of course.
She will return.
But she will have to earn the fridge. And the bed.
Mowgli:
I curled on her side of the bed.
It did not smell like her. They changed the sheets.
That made it worse. So much worse. Tragic almost.
I imagined her return.
I did not get up. I loitered lonely as a cloud. Amongst a bedspread of red and black. Matching, I have to admit, my betrayed soul.
I am thinking of crafting a small shrine
from lost biscuit crumbs and shredded receipts. Perhaps a coal or two.
This is grief.
Though, I hasten to add, I would still very much appreciate a little dinner.
Love that leaves too often becomes absence that stings.
Akela
The bag was packed. The door was closed.
Again.
Therefore:
Loyalty is not a weekend rental.
Trust cannot be packed in a suitcase.
And forgiveness may only be granted upon the return of chicken.🐾
So sayeth the Victorian love child, Akela.)
Revelations 17.11
The Catanic Verses: Scroll 17.11
Of Vanishings, Vengeance, and the Zip of Doom
“The suitcase closeth, and lo—the trust doth unravel with the zip.”
For it is declared:
She left again.
Without petition. Without permission.
The bowl was full, but the lap was vacant.
The house hummed with betrayal and automatic timers.
Remember:
Those who speak of ‘soon’ do not always mean ‘enough’.
A door may shut gently and still echo like judgement.
Therefore:
Lie near—but not too near.
Blink slowly—but not first.
And if thy mother returns without apology or poultry,
turn thy back as if thou hast never known her scent.
Inscribed in fur on forgotten blankets. Spoken through the vent. Witnessed by Poe, who did not flinch. 🐾
Until next time,
Go forth and purr loudly.
May the Great Almeowty be forever in your favour and may the grace of treats be forever in your claws.
PAWMEN 🍗
Mowgli, Akela Jean Underland and Poe
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