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ME 'N' CAT AGAIN...Part 20. “Of course I will send the Cat-Whisperer to visit your home and see to Cat.” says Doctor Lorez… Then goes on to explain to me that the ‘Cat-Whisperer’ does not speak English, not one word. It appears this ‘Cat-Whisperer’ is a small and elderly lady who was found, in a beer barrel, washed up on the banks of the Thames as a baby and taken to be raised in a ‘Monkery’. It was there, the Monks found out she had special powers, that she could talk to animals, especially cats, healing their psychological problems. Here, Doctor Lorez informs me, that she is thought to be of Persian origin and has been named ‘Serena Moonstar’, on account of her mystical nature. Mind you, I have always loved that name, Serena… ‘Cause I used to go out with a girl of that name when I was at school. Even now I can whisper that name to me-self and it conjures up all kinds of beautiful selection. Her full name was Serena Lumpkin and, last I heard, she was working as a Miner, down the ‘Pits’ in Wales…Not as magic as Serena Moonstar, but still a good memory indication to me. So here I am, being instructed in the mystical ways of this Serena Moonstar person by Doctor Lorez, when I sees Doctor Trux is now lying in a prone position, dead to the world, owing to having taken out his pocket-watch, his eyes having been looking at the swinging watch and fallen under his own influence… Strange couple, aint they? Anyways, here I am, back in me own home and all bathed and togged-up in me finest gear. It’s the morning when I was told to expect the woman, Serena Moonstar ,‘Cat-Whisperer’ to the famous, to come knocking at me door. And I has Cat out of the cardboard box, all unsettled and disliking the good brushing I’m giving to his coat… And it’s just as I finish the brushing and sees Cat, moaning and out of sorts, clamber back in the box under the table, that there comes a gentle knock on me door. Well, I am standing there, me eyes taking in this small ancient woman, who is wearing one of them long black clothes which hides all the daintiness and a yellow hat with a daisy on it. She also wears a veil, that is all misty and mysterious. I notice, too, that she has on a pair of yellow trainers, which, somehow, is in-efficient to her dress, if you gets me drift, though, I suppose, it comforts her yellow hat and the yellow string bag which is tied round her neck and hangs in front of her. She don’t say a word and I’m at a loss as what to do, so I gives a bow, as if she is visiting royalty, to which she holds out her hand, all lady-like. I mean, what does I do with her hand? You are like me, common as such and has no dealings with royalty, so I takes her little hand and gives it a thorough shaking, which nearly causes her hat to fall off. “Come into me abode” I says, offering invite, to which she steps into me house, like a mouse inspecting the inside of a mouse-trap, all suspicious-like and peeking into the corners. She aint said a word, although Doctor Lorez has told me about her speaking difficulties, so I stays quiet and points a finger at the cardboard box, under the table. I go to me armchair and sit, me eyes watching as Serena Moonstar bends to look at the box under me table, then draws out a wooden flute from the yellow string bag. Lifting the veil away from her mouth, she puts the flute to her lips and blows and, while she is puffing away, I don’t hear a sound, not a note, which gives me some consideration that I have gone deaf. This ‘Cat-Whisperer’ person seems to be as mad as the Doctors, Lorez and Trux, who she works for and I starts tapping me fingers on the arm of the chair in agitated impatience. Well, it gets to a man, whose been at the very large gate of expectation and it opens to a grey day, know what I mean? Here I am, all expectant and waiting to see Cat coming to life, when all I gets is this mad woman, sitting on the floor, under table and blowing like crazy on a noiseless flute! Well, I can tell you… I aint liking this, I aint liking it at all and am just about to make me case to this disturbed creature, when she lays the flute on the floor and rises, dipping into the yellow string bag once again and, this time, pulls out a large white sheet, which she unfolds and drapes over me table, to form the ‘Table-Tent’ which Cat used to like a while ago. I holds me tongue, caught up in the mystery of this ritual, ‘cause now Serena Moonstar has taken out a pair of scissors from the bag and starts to cut a small doorway and windows in the sheet and, this done, she opens the doorway flap and goes inside the tent. |
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7/3/2010 10:57 am |
What a romantic name Ron, Serena Moonstar. I think she knows what she is doing alright and Im looking forward to seeing how Cat reacts. Looking forward to tomorrow Ron. Take care.
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ahhh, the mystery woman is playing to Cat on another plane ~ i wonder what they're talking about under the sheet... the fourth of July fireworks won't be the only game in town... revelations to come chapter 21?
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