Left Hip (for my Mimi the Quirky – The Memes)

I gave Celie a call not sure if she were around to check and see if I could take Memes down to the shelter for a look, even if there were no Doc’s there, just a look, just a look from anyone other than me and my sudden worry where Sherry said she is a “special” girl has always been a “special” girl with quotes intended as to her issues, her quirky these issues as I thought of them, old quirky, my quirky, but with now some not quite quirky foaming around her mouth and eyes glazed, mouth wiped, again, again, a seizure of old special girls and phones answered with a tear and brought her back up to the apartment to see if maybe there might be a bounce back and we watched the Secret Life of Walter Mitty with Ben Stiller putting Mimi at my left hip, which is her spot, and imagined the rememberings of our own not quite Walter Mitty-like adventures, just simple apartment ones and of how much I liked this movie and so much love left hips.

Afraid of the encore right now though Memes, so afraid, but left hip. Still Memes, left hip.

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“C’mon Memes” and I patted the bed after a day done and a finally sat down waiting for my dinner to heat in the toaster oven while finding something, someone (s) on the tube to join me … well, along with Cricket the Blind who, with her seeming little cat wrist watch, always knows the time to lap from when I get home and putz about to when I sit down waiting for the toaster oven’s ding while my little Bella just looks on disapprovingly. I patted the bed and waited, as I always do, while Mimi thought and peered up and over and wavered and rocked back and forth, looked up at me for another pat of the bed and peered up and over again, wavered some more in her Mimi way until she took the small leap of bed faith to then triumphantly, well, as triumphantly as a Mimi can, ginger step around the comforter to grab her Steve and that left hip. This was her moment, the reward of another day waiting, all she’s every really wanted after a pick up hello at the kitchen door and then me always feeling so awful when I have to move her aside, the simplest of lay downs, just a little, for a moment, to get up at a ding.

“Don’t worry Memes, be right back, plus we got wings tonight, you like wings”    

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“Hey You!” as I made my way through Celie’s kitchen, after another day and a hello to Celie and the gang, to the living room and a “Hey You!” to a small old Siamese cat stretching, just woke, paws tappy tapping in that stretch and then an as fast straight legged fast as a Mimi can fast over to a me and my “Hey You!”

She knew the sound of my voice I guess, and would wake from her spot in the Sunroom just past the living room to make sure she got a “Hey You!” followed with a quirky, reluctant, “Ok, don’t know what I was thinking but do know what I was thinking” backing off on the pet, but not, and a licky lick at the air and then a pick up and a belly rub with more air licky licks.

I added “The Quirky” to her title for a reason.

Ok, before I repeat myself as I’m doing right now going backwards in time and revisiting some of what I’ve already written as life’s words can tend to do that, images, moments you’ve labeled with words that stick, remind, come back, repeat.

I’m just going to link instead to something I wrote of Mimi a year or so ago, on a night not unlike any other night, something from a different time that was a little brighter.

Curing a Cat of Hiccups and Other Tails

And something about the Memes and the gang that is, again, from a brighter time and proved how they could be my muses, sometimes for just some silly fun.

The Frankenberry Synchronized Cat Laying Team: Bella Joins Forces

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Sam came up the hill and up the stairs and she gave Memes a bit of a shot to ease the before and said she would give me some time and come back. Thank you Sam.

Time.

Fucker.

Arms. Computer chair. Arms holding. Chair rocking. Tears.

“I know it’s only been two and a half years with me upstairs here Memes but I’d like to think that maybe these were the best of your long years, some undivided attention, a bed’s TV left hip or a night’s pillow to share or a PC desk and a hip in a chair, with a guy who you adopted and held onto fiercely in your quirky, Mimi, old girl way.”

“And I don’t know where we go Memes, none of us do, some may tell themselves that they know … but they don’t … ” (and again I’m repeating myself from past things)

“Maybe though Mimi, there might be a place we go, where we all go, where I have a little apartment and we’re all together, all who have been with me, with really tall cat scratchers and stuffed mice with bells and those blueberry cat treats, and boundless left hips … oh, and windows with cat seats Memes, yeah windows, you so loved your windows too, gotsta have lots of windows.”