Happy Birthday, Musashi

 

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So today Musashi, my animal companion, turns eight years old. This is as old as he’s ever been, though he would be the first to tell you that I am “way olderer” than him, as in “like elebenty.”

Meanwhile, in other news, a blizzard has just come in on little cat feet and is threatening to drop a foot of snow on much of Southern New England, particularly our little part of it, Boston. Boston public schools, Northeastern University, Episcopal Divinity School, Emerson College, Brandeis University, New England Conservatory—just to name a very few—have closed for the day. But not MIT, in part because not Harvard. Sigh.

On His Eighth Birthday, Musashi Poeminates

Cry havoc! And let slip the dogs of war. –Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

 

Cry havoc! And let slip the cats of winter,

Chasing the icy wind across parking lots,

Down streets, up trees into the branches

That only months ago wore leaves like green

Fur. February, that month cruelest to those of us

Who never spell easily, tightens its grip,

With every flurry a kitten ready and willing

To ravage your toes with her tiny claws.

 

Havoc is coming. The schools all know it,

The big men who drive the snowplows all

Know it, the bus drivers for whom havoc is

A daily burden, they know it too. And I,

Lying reflectively in my turquoise catbed,

Contemplating the existential drift, I too

Know the true havoc that is the lack of my

Housekeeper, soccer partner, butler,

 

Just because she has mad writing skills

And her school, like a German Shepherd

Facing off with a Rottweiler, all growl

And lack of poetry, refuses to accept

How weather makes fools of us all

Sometimes. The snow comes down,

An unfurling of fluffy white cats, stretching,

Shedding, everywhere, and all day.

Mu with String

Photo by Jack Siberine.

 

9 comments on “Happy Birthday, Musashi

  1. peaceableme says:

    I’m from Southern Maine but live in Southern California because of my husband’s military career. I miss the cold so much. I’m actually infuriated when it starts to get hot here. It’s starting to get warm already! Ugh…Anyway, your cat’s advorable and enjoy the snow/seasons!

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  2. That cat sure knows how to write. Don’t get buried, my friend!

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  3. But I always have to fix his spelling.

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  4. Widdershins says:

    Happy Birth Day Musashi … may the snowstorm not interfere with your plans too much…

    On a completely different note, I’d like to suggest Alex Danvers (Supergirl) for your next kick-ass women … she’s really bringing it this half of the season. 🙂

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  5. Mu says Thangkyu verree mutch. Meanwhile, I just started watching Supergirl, and i believe you are quite right. What do you think about the folks who ship Kara and Cat?

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    • Widdershins says:

      I’d agree with them … but a funny thing happened at the beginning of the second half of the season this year … which I won’t mention but would love to discuss when you get all caught up. 😀

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      • I have only seen the last five, none of the earlier ones yet.

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      • Widdershins says:

        OK … read on at your own risk! 😀 …

        Cat and Kara’s relationship starts out rocky but the chemistry is undeniable, both with the characters and actors – and not necessarily in a ‘shippy’ way, just two people who click. This leads up to that magnificent scene on the balcony where Cat, who has figured out ‘the secret’ (She’s no Lois Lane who didn’t ‘get’ it for 40 years) asks Kara to take off her glasses. The scene is almost erotic but so understated at the same time. I’m betting most shippers would consider this scene the moment where things really started to heat up.

        At this point someone with half a brain would’ve gone, ‘this is where the heart of the show needs to be’ but no …. after the Xmas break the reset button is activated. Cat is convinced that Kara can’t be Supergirl, and from then on she’s deconstructed to the point where in this last episode, she’s some sort of clueless neurotic Mommy Dearest vindictive parody of the Cat of the first half of the season.

        It almost feels like, ‘we can’t have a ‘mature’ woman in command of her faculties taking center stage in a super-hero show so lets turn her into a shrew’.

        Spitting chips mad, I am … you may have noticed. 😀

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