This is an incredible post, Trivarna! The title, and your metaphors have been following me around all day...
We have a stray cat coming to us on and off. She has already gifted us with three kittens (on 2 different occasions) over the years, and we have found homes for them. She is impossible to catch, otherwise we would have taken her to the vet to end her reproductive cycles.
She is all black, very shy, moves like a shadow, and her eyes are green. We've been thinking about a name for her. Your post makes me realise that 'Grief' suits her very well. Her mewing sounds sad and pitiful. (she definitely doesn't want to be stroked though). The Portuguese version 'Pena' would suit her (we are in Portugal, and it's a local village cat). Pena has several meanings, including grief, sorrow, and feather.
We never know when or if she returns, or where she goes when she disappears...
I’m always grateful for your thoughtful attention, Veronika. So grateful. “Grief, sorrow & feather”— I love that, Veronika. You write so tenderly about your cat. You need to write a whole piece on her, this is amazing! ❤️
I love your comparison of grief to a stray cat. That's brilliant, Trivarna, and it works.
Thank you!
Thanks a lot for reading. So glad it works for you!
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This is an incredible post, Trivarna! The title, and your metaphors have been following me around all day...
We have a stray cat coming to us on and off. She has already gifted us with three kittens (on 2 different occasions) over the years, and we have found homes for them. She is impossible to catch, otherwise we would have taken her to the vet to end her reproductive cycles.
She is all black, very shy, moves like a shadow, and her eyes are green. We've been thinking about a name for her. Your post makes me realise that 'Grief' suits her very well. Her mewing sounds sad and pitiful. (she definitely doesn't want to be stroked though). The Portuguese version 'Pena' would suit her (we are in Portugal, and it's a local village cat). Pena has several meanings, including grief, sorrow, and feather.
We never know when or if she returns, or where she goes when she disappears...
I’m always grateful for your thoughtful attention, Veronika. So grateful. “Grief, sorrow & feather”— I love that, Veronika. You write so tenderly about your cat. You need to write a whole piece on her, this is amazing! ❤️
"she teaches you how to wait" - yes. that's beautiful!
Thank you so much, Civil! 🌸