It is a nice and sunny Friday…last Friday of the month…last DAY of the month…and visually a far cry from anything even remotely related to BLACK..so far, I have availed myself to some sweeping (leaves in the garden), washing (red dress with leaves motif) and computing (no leaves involved). All within reason and not too strenuous, and all with the blissful knowledge of indulging in a day off…pondering, pottering, plotting. But no cat. Which is an essential person to have around when indulging in those most agreeable banalities of life…someone giving you The Eye while being professionally engaged in non-engagement. The ultimate creature to teach you a thing or two about surrender, sleep and the importance of being fed. On time. And pronto. And sometimes at 3:45 am. Oh yes.
Some of you by now know Bruno. The little foster kitten who clawed her way into my life in all her glorious grumpiness all those four and a half years ago…in 2010, I just returned from three gruelling months working in Cambodia and my ability of fence off ANOTHER little fluffy kitten who suggested to become a permanent fixture was clearly not at full capacity…because BEFORE Bruno, each of those adorable cats made their way back to the shelter to become OTHER people’s member of the family … By then fed and socialised and grown into something less vulnerable than a one or two-week old feline…’my’ kittens stayed until they reached the age of three months, got some German language skills and general grooming lessons sorted; and then the process of shutting down my heart and house took place ending with a bumpy ride in the land cruiser back to the shelter…to find their ‘forever’ home. Well. Bruno arrived, took possession of a little blue toy donkey (?!) finger puppet the size of herself, and decided to stay. As in S.T.A.Y. Pretty impressive for a girl cat aged only 14 days AND burdened with a boy cat name ( I was told to look after ‘a little male cat’…mmppfff.)…
Recently, we moved interstate. More recently, I returned to the tropics with the idea of relocating Bruno early December (after all, she has a lot of lizard friends up here). Last week, Bruno died in NSW. Probably bitten by a snake. Or something. Whatever it was, it bloody killed MY CAT. And I lost it. Fell apart. Still do. Right now. Time for something uplifting…look what arrived in the mail yesterday ….
While no one and nothing can replace Bruno, this little handmade creature made me smile…and this is quite some achievement this week. According to my friend Susan who – with the help of her kids – assembled this black and white animal for me, it is meant to be ‘stuffed with rocks to be a door stopper’. All the way from Cairns (without the rocks)…right now it has a tallish glass in its belly which might explain the slightly warped posture…so there. Not all of life black and black. Some of it white and black! And that is about all I can say right now…still contemplating what next steps to take with my Ideal Husbands…shoe wise, all a bit slow right now…time of re adjusting after initial re adjusting and some EXTRA re adjusting…really looking forward to some less fiddling times. Will leave you with some shoe related last picture and the suggestion to look up the BRUNO MAGLI website (www.brunomagli.it/) for some visual delight…personally, way too traditional for me, but an appropriate way to salute the late Ms Bruno Kranz, RIP. Take care, stay safe and ALIVE…until next time. X