My parents own a cat, flatteringly named Aubrey. Mother dotes on Aubrey and Aubrey – as much as a cat is willing to do – dotes on her. In fact, I think this goes beyond a mutual affection – that it is a grasp that extends all the way to a shared personality; a subtle similarity of look and act.
Theirs is a gentle, simpatico relationship, the stuff of closeness and companionship although there are times when Aubrey feels obligated to bite. I believe this is merely an example of feline frustration: she would love to have a discussion with mother, but simply cannot.
Both are very lovely ladies – arrestingly so: the entrapment is that complete. However, I will limit this shared prettiness to the face only. For Aubrey on her own part – and her own part only – is sizable. Should she jump to the floor, or from table to chair, such a move would be heralded by a tremendous thump. Now, I’ve never heard of mother jumping from various items of furniture (though a tempting thought?). However, should she ever attempt this I am sure that any resultant sound would be soft and petite.
Once earth-bound, both move silently and gracefully – with motions that are light and small: small enough, I think, to be held in the palm of one’s hand.
Mother often mentions the many times that Aubrey will stare into her eyes in a silent, gold-smudged inquiry. Unnerving certainly, but respectful as well. Most cats would not waste their few waking hours surveying the minds of their owners.
But I believe that Aubrey senses something too: recognition, a wary perception, a realization that here was an equal – someone as refined and ornamental as she. She would, in fact, be perfect in every way if it weren’t for that meowing issue.
I, however, don’t meow, so this issue doesn’t influence me. I do not suffer from any such impediment, or restraints of judgement. Mother is perfect to me – no matter what the family cat says. She is unique, endearing and possesses the most silken and lovely of cat-like qualities. The comparison is obvious to me. I have – after all – always been a cat person.
A princess blithely unaware of the pea
Resting in regal contentment
Folded and serene as a gift
A cat’s cradle
With delicate lines that trace a feline femininity
Eyes bright and rare
The icon I’ve lived with
And live for
I love you mother.
Happy Mother’s Day