06 September 2008

Fare You Well, Muh Kitteh

Fare you well, my one true Callie.

A couple of weeks ago, I stepped next door for a few minutes and didn't make sure that the screen door of the Secret Lair (aka '73 Winnebago) was closed. When I came back, Callie had decided to venture outside.

She decided that she wanted to leave this Brokedown Palace. I tried coaxing her back in. No dice. I tried picking her up and carrying her back in, and she clawed the screen out to get back outside. I fixed the screen and tried again, and got scratches on my arms for the effort... and she found another weak spot on a screen.

The cat obviously wanted to be outdoors.

Around Monday or so, she started coming back inside to eat, but then wanted right back out. So, I'd just leave the door open for her when she came calling for food; or if I wanted to get her attention, I'd just shake the food dish. That sound has always caused both cats to come running. I had hoped this was leading to her staying inside again.

I haven't seen her since Thursday afternoon.

I've called. I've walked around in the woods. I've shaken the dish and even filled the empty tuna can, that I use to scoop cat food from the bag to the dish, and taken it outside so the sound would carry farther.

No sign.

Wherever you are, Callie, I hope you can listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock your soul.

Brokedown Palace

Fare you well, my honey, fare you well my only true one.
All the birds that were singing are flown, except you alone.

Going to leave this brokedown palace,
On my hand and knees, I will roll, roll, roll.
Make myself a bed in the waterside,
In my time, I will roll, roll roll.

In a bed, in a bed, by the waterside I will lay my head.
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.

River going to take me, sing sweet and sleepy,
Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home.
Its a far gone lullaby, sung many years ago.
Mama, mama many worlds Ive come since I first left home.

Goin home, goin home, by the riverside I will rest my bones,
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.

Going to plant a weeping willow,
On the banks green edge it will grow, grow, grow.
Sing a lullaby beside the water,
Lovers come and go, the river roll, roll, roll.

Fare you well, fare you well, I love you more than words can tell,
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.

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