— Copied from Cathi’s WordPress dot com blog — { Copying from one WordPress Blog to another proved to be a royal pain — Cathi had the text of her poem centered beneath the photos, left justified. And whatever WordPress did with it’s last insane update would not allow me to do that – after a dozen tries. So I gave up. } — { Okay, I spent over an hour and a half this afternoon, trying to get this to format something like the way Cathi had it formatted on her “MRS SAUGA” blog. I just tried one more thing and I think it worked, —> Formatting with tables was disastrous —> But now WordPress has this second row of ‘tools’ in its ‘you’re doing things the hard way -‘ old fashioned editor. and one of those tools is the “Increase Indent” tool and in the editor, what you see is not what you get so I had to go trial and error and save and back up and try again for another twenty minutes to get it right. I think I got it right – I’ll go show this to Cathi and see what she says…. } { —jrw— }

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Magical Mysterious Moe

April 13, 2018 — / MRSSAUGA

An orange face peers out
From a hole in the wall
Where were you my boy?
Where did you go –
Oh there you are
Looking for mice between
Ceiling and floor in the
Basement closet and
Somehow you found a
Way up from the top shelf
Through a broken tile
How did you get in there
Anyway
My magical mysterious Moe.

Everyone’s a friend
Cranky visitor cat
Giant Black Lab
Timid Tall Bengal Cat
Strangers who come to the door
Bosses with wide shoulders to jump on
Kids selling cookies or
Asking for Hallowe’en candy
No problem there
He could sport a purple cape like
The best of them and wear it proudly
Our magical mysterious Moe.

He would sit on a sofa near the
Bottom of the skinny stairs
Yet at the end of my climb
There he would be
Laying comfortably at the top
I have no idea how he could do that
And yet he did
This magical mysterious Moe.

He could purr away any ill or pain
At 528 Hz and suitably kneaded
I could drift off knowing
I’d been at least healed at a
Soul level
By magical mysterious Moe.

So it doesn’t surprize me
That on a long Easter weekend
When vets offices were closed
And snowbanks were blocking
A favorite catnip spot in the garden
He spent it close by me in the living room
Beside a fire warm and comfortable
He seemed to feel fairly well on my birthday
Then slipped away in the first clap of thunder
Of 2018 when nobody was looking the next day

And

I know someday soon these tears will
Turn back to smiles for our
Big marmalade mischievous man
But forgive me if
I just can’t get over
The suddenness just yet –

You Magical Mysterious Moe.