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[falcongrrl]

Well, I was dying to write something tonight, so I decided to take tuftears up on his suggestion to write a story about a talking cenotaph.

The 'talking cenotaph' part hasn't happened yet, but those interested can read the beginning of the story here. I'll attribute the Angelou quote once I get to the end. :-)



“It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.” *


I was hearing these words in my head right before it happened.

I do that a lot, hear words in my head, and these particular ones especially. They were a present from a two-legged pet named Stephanie. Sometimes Stephanie would speak them loudly as she moved about the room. To me, there is nothing funnier than a proud human pet striding around in their awkward way and quoting verse. But I always managed to stifle my laughter, purring instead at the end with such vigor that my pet would smile and massage me in that special way she knew I enjoyed.

Stephanie was one of my better trained pets. I was able to convey to her the necessity of fresh tuna, for example, when those of less ability would have given me hideous pebbles called dry cereal. Steph knew exactly where to scratch me; and, more importantly, she knew when to stop. She could sense me. Such a trait is invaluable, as I have never spoken to my pets in their own language. It does happen occasionally, but the best owners know never to try it, and I consider myself to be one of the best.

At any rate, Stephanie’s best gift to me was those words, though I doubted she had composed them herself. Stephanie was a good pet, but that doesn’t necessarily translate into being a good word arranger. The words themselves have a rhythm, a lilt. Even though they are ostensibly written about human females, to my ear they are feline with a feline swagger. Oftentimes as I pad about, I hear them in my head and begin to puff out my chest, my nose tilting up ever so slightly, my tail flicking.

So, as I started to say, that’s just what I was doing when it happened. Only I think I may have been changing the words a little. I do that sometimes, even if it’s only in my mind.


It’s in the STRETCH of my PAW
and the GRIP of my NAIL
the STRIDE of my STEP
and the CURL of my TAIL
I’m a FELINE
PHENOMENALLY
PHENOMENAL kitty, that’s ME

Step, STEP, step, STEP; my tail swishing to the inaudible beat.

Comments

[ladymerri.livejournal.com]

For some reason, I can't stop giggling.

I think it's the diva-kitty-swish-stride.

[tuftears.livejournal.com]

Heehee! Phenomenally, phenomenal kitty. Looks good so far!