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Tomorrow is the Fourth of July, a day for fun and fireworks here in the U.S.

My sweetheart and I don't really have plans, apart from a bit of painting in the new kitchen and some London broil and corn-on-the-cob for dinner, followed by local fireworks. Possibly very local, since one of the neighbors on the next cul-de-sac can usually be counted on for a good show.

Meanwhile, I thought to post a poem today for Poetry Friday, and lacking a Fourth of July poem, I thought I'd post a poem about my cat Mojo, who moved on to other realms four years ago. She continued to play like a kitten almost until the day she died.

mojo on computer
Heart of a Lioness
In Memoriam Mojo

by Kelly Ramsdell Fineman

The neighbor's cat – an outdoor cat –
brings her offerings. Tokens
of violent affection: a bird, a chipmunk, a mole
carried with care over thresholds,
a triumphant tribute. Usually dead,
sometimes unharmed, in need of rescue.

Inside my ancient black house cat
beats the heart of a hunter. A strangled
meow heralds her latest conquest,
stalked, trapped, and carried
from who knows where, a fuzzy brown
sock, a pink elastic headband, or,
most astonishing of all gifts,
a pair of red fish—
net tights, wriggling like the neighbor cat's
last chipmunk, not quite dead.

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Jul. 4th, 2015 12:30 am (UTC)
Being a cat person, this tribute spoke to me1 And I adore the fun you had with "a pair of red fish-".
Jul. 4th, 2015 01:54 am (UTC)
I miss Mojo and her hunting skills - and thanks!
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Jul. 4th, 2015 01:54 am (UTC)
Thanks. And she loved lying on top of my old Dell. She typed things like "asssdfsfdfdfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff"
Donna Smith
Jul. 4th, 2015 03:51 am (UTC)
My cat types the same stuff as yours did! Loved "Tokens
of violent affection"! We had a cat years ago who would bring us those tokens, not yet dead, meowing that funny "my mouth is full, come here" meow. Then when we arrived to see what was the matter, he'd crunch it for us. Nice.
Jul. 6th, 2015 08:18 pm (UTC)
My aunt had a cat that would hunt moles in the back yard and bring them, and my grandmother's neighbor's cat brought birds. My kitties have been indoor cats, and I've been lucky to live mouse-free, so the worst I've gotten is a dead cricket (which I didn't mind much, truth be told).

I can really picture/imagine your cat's offerings clearly - the strangle meow, the pride and, unfortunately, the crunch.
TS Davis
Jul. 4th, 2015 11:35 am (UTC)
red and wriggling...
Ah... fishnets!
What I want to know is if you accepted all of these gifts...!?
Jul. 6th, 2015 08:19 pm (UTC)
Re: red and wriggling...
But of course! I praised her for fishnets and headbands and socks alike. She was such a good kitty.
Laura Shovan
Jul. 4th, 2015 03:13 pm (UTC)
List of Oddities
Kelly, I especially love the detailed list of strange prey your hunter brought home. So visual -- I can picture the objects and her pride.
Jul. 6th, 2015 08:19 pm (UTC)
Re: List of Oddities
Thanks, Laura - she was always so proud of herself. The tights really were something, since they trailed behind her by quite a bit.
Jul. 5th, 2015 04:22 am (UTC)
Our former neighbour's (the frat house's) cat once left that kind of token on our driveway. I don't think it was out of affection for us. Or maybe it was courting our other neighbour's cat but lost interest halfway there.
Jul. 6th, 2015 08:20 pm (UTC)
Re: meow!
I was lucky that my kitty stayed inside and only brought what she found lying about. My grandmother's neighbor's cat used to bring chipmunks and birds, though, and I know lots of other kitties bring their "trophy kills" for people they like as an offering.
Mary Lee Hahn
Jul. 5th, 2015 01:29 pm (UTC)
We used to get those same indoor offerings from our rescue cat. I wonder why he's stopped bringing them? Did we not reciprocate appropriately or something?!? :-)
Jul. 6th, 2015 08:22 pm (UTC)
I think most cats outgrow that phase. Mojo stopped with the offerings when she was about 12, and lived another several years (still tearing about like a kitten on occasion). She was a sweet kitty.
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