A Trip To A Lumpy Little Mewn

 

            It was a heck of a hot day. Suzy was sitting on the black chair grooming her side in a sleepy, desultory manner. Something kept disturbing her little noodle.
            Maybe someone wanted to talk to her. Since she only ever talked to Toots by KittyComm™, she figured it must be Toots!
            It was Toots!
            “Suzy? Are you there?” said Toots. (telepathically, of course)
            “Mrrrp?” said Suzy, sleepily.
            “You want to get out of  here?” said Toots.
            “Wha? I’m not there. I’m here!” said Suzy.
            “Don’t mess with me, Suzy. It’s too hot for that nonsense. You were joking, right?” said Toots.
            “The weather is stupid here too. Where do you want to go?” said Suzy, squinting at a spot on her paw, wondering if it had always been there.
            "Boss was listening to a video. Two guys, Jesse and Max. There were talking about a mewn. Not this mewn. Another one. Around Mrrrz. Remember Mrrrz? Yeah, well, it’s got this lumpy little mewn and on this mewn there is a mondolith,” said Toots.
            “What’s a mondolith?”
            “Maybe they said megalith. People want to know what’s in this megalith,” said Toots.
            “Back up a minute,” said Suzy. “Is it a building? What, they think it’s full of aliens?”
            “They don’t know! We could be the first to check it out, Suzy! Think about it. If we could just communicate it, we could be famous. First cats in a megalith, on Phobos, I think that’s the mewn’s name.”
            “It sounds like ‘big rock thing.’ What if it’s just a big rock thing and nobody was ever there?”
            “You know, it’s cold in space?” said Toots. “Not that it makes a heck of a lot of difference to cats on an Exoprowl. Still….”
            “I’m sold. Let’s do it,” said Suzy.

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            And before you could say Holly Golly Buttered Biscuit, the girls were off.
            First they hovered about our own blue planet, noting with approval how beautiful it was.
            “Let’s press on to Mrrrz,” said Toots. And in a cosmic blink they floated in orbit over Mrrrz, looking for the lumpy little mewn.
            They had to orbit Mrrrz a couple times before they spotted it. But at last….
            “It’s awfully small, and it’s not round!” said Suzy. “Where is its megalith?”
            “We better go down there and check. Maybe it’s all human malarkey! We must search,” said Toots resolutely.
            So, round and round the little mewn they orbited, altering their orbit each time to see more of the surface. Finally, they saw something that looked way too big to have just happened like stuff usually does. It didn’t look like a hill, a crater, a desert, or anything natural, and it was way too tall.
            “That must be it,” said Toots.
            “It looks like a messed up skyscraper,” said Suzy.
            “It’s probably old,” said Toots.
            “How old could it be?” said Suzy, dubiously. (Cats don’t grok time much.)
            It was very tall and thin for a building. It was dark in material, and dark inside. No lights brightened its windows. There were many stories. If there had ever been glass in those windows, it was eons gone.
            “I’m afraid,” said Suzy. “It looks scary!”
            “Remember we are intelligently curious as well as Cautious™, Dear,” said Toots.
            “Very well,” said Suzy. “I must remember we aren’t really here; we’re just looking!”
            “That’s right, let’s try this window here,” said Toots.
            Inside, there was a room with a regular flat floor. In the smaller room off that one there was a table. On the table were four plates and some odd looking implements. On the plates were some ancient ghosts of scraps of food.
            Around the table were four things much like stools, two were knocked over, and two just sat back from the table.
            It looked like whoever had been there had left in a hurry.
            “I wonder what they looked like,” said Suzy.
            “Now, that could be scary. Maybe you don’t really want to know that,” said Toots.
            There were 15 floors, and each one showed signs of rapid departure. They found drawers hanging open. Tools scattered. Broken machinery.
            There were closets open with contents spilling out. The remaining clothing appeared to be some sort of uniform, roughly hominid in configuration. These garments appeared to have been dark green with some kind of shining insignia.
            The girls began to wonder  if the inhabitants had left voluntarily or if something else had happened to them.
            Floor by floor it was the same, all the way down to the bottom.
            The very bottom floor was a single large room. Doors opened out onto the rough surface as it they had stood open forever. The floor was covered in fine grey dust in drifts. Whoever had lived and worked here was long long gone.
            “Toots, look at that,” said Suzy. She was staring at an image engraved into the black stone wall.
            “It’s a cat! An impossibly regal and mighty cat! An ancient ancestor of all cats, surely, Suzy,” whispered Toots, in awe.
            And so it was. Carved into the stone was a great tabby, stripes and all, wearing one of the green uniforms they had seen upstairs. The image was huge, far over the size of an Earth lion.
            “We’ll never know why they left, or how, but we know one thing,” said Toots.
            “Yes!” said Suzy. “Cats were here first!”
            “Not those bossy talking monkeys!” said Toots.
            “How will we ever tell them?” laughed Suzy.
            “I don’t know! Maybe someday they will figure it out themselves,” said Toots, “Oh, let’s go home.”
            It was nearly night, and starting to cool down when the girls got back home, each to her own little world on Earth. Each held in her heart the knowledge that cats had been to the mewn of Mrrrz first, and that was enough.
            The megalith continued its vigil. 
 

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A KittyComm™ Transmission:

 

 
            “Good morning, Earthlings! We hope you are seated comfortably and are fortified with fresh mugs of coffee, whatever that is!” said Suzy from her location somewhere in the house.
            “Yes! This won’t take long, but a question has come up, and we want to address it,” said Toots, also located somewhere, undisclosed.
            “Some have impugned our courage!” said Suzy.
            “That’s right! Some, I won’t say who, ahem, have equated a rational state of caution with raw fear! Nonsense!” said Toots. “Any ninny should be able to see the difference.”
            “There is a huge difference. How would you describe it, Dear,” said Suzy.
            “Caution™ is required in a state of intelligent Courage. It’s a weighing of the options available in a certain situation, and choosing the best course of action. Courage is not a reckless, thoughtless exposure to danger! Far from it!” Toots said, fervently.
            “It takes thought!” added Suzy. “How about an example? Take that vicious sounding crow out there. Do you hear him yelling ‘come out!’?”
            “Yes, I do!” said Toots, “Even though he’s in Milltown, a safe distance from my location, one would think.”
            “And what would be the truly intelligent, Courageously Cautious™ reaction to such a provocation, Toots?” queried Suzy.
            “My advice would be to sit tight, under cover. Don’t go out there! No good could come of exposing the tender back of the neck to that beak,” said Toots firmly. “How about if there is a knock on the door, Suzy? What say you?”
            “What say I? Can you guess? I say remain in a position of cover, but able to see what is knocking if one of the gullible pinkies happens to  open the door!” said Suzy.
            “Brrrrrr! Anything could be out there! The mind boggles!
            “To reiterate, Caution™ is not fear! Fear is irrational. It’s based on nothing but emotion. It might even be free-floating physical anxiety!” said Toots.
            “We are not Scaredy-Cats, nay! We are Thinking-Cats!” said Suzy, “And those are the very best kind of cats to be!
            “On the subject of thoughtless braggadocio, I could mention these Scouts..” said Suzy.
            “No doubt,” said Toots. “Young Toms, whatcha gonna do?”
            “Stay clear?” said Suzy.
            “It’s the only way!,” said Toots. “Now, I believe we have covered this topic sufficiently. I’m getting sleepy, and I’m sure you are too…..!”
 
            The signal dropped at this point.

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I Pondered The Imponderable

 

             I am relatively sure that I was among a throng of impressionable bookish young wights, when I was in my early teen years, who used to bust their noggins on the question of existence.
          Back then I didn’t quite say it like that in my middle of the night thought experiments. How I cast the question was; what if nothing at all, neither God Himself, or the Universe had ever existed. I seriously tried to imagine such a state. (Of course, there could have been no state of any kind if what I was trying to imagine….. You see how it is.)

           It was a whole lot easier to ponder my own lack of existence, if I had never been born. I learned to be grateful for existence. Surely the greatest gift of all, to exist.
            I knew nothing of theology, or philosophy, or any of the famous thinkers in history. I had only my own reason, and the Old Book to go by. Talk about a noob!
            After banging away for several decades, at the nuts and bolts of my own mundane daily existence, it occurred to me that existence isn’t just a big deal, it’s the only deal.
            “World without end.”
            At the bottom of the physicist’s glass, once he had drunk all the world’s wisdom as far as he could understand it, he found that he faced GOD.
            Somewhere in the Jewish liturgy, I remember the phrase, “There is no One else.” And, indeed, it is so. There can be no One else, and He is existence.

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            Additions, debate, commentary of all kinds welcomed and desired.  Tell me what you think. I'd love to know.

           

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Upon Leaving Eden

 

            The fish was lovely, as were the mushrooms. The cowboy coffee was good. The company was charming and kind. The forest was glamorous like a Bierstadt painting. But evening was coming and it was time to leave the world of the Great Forest.
            Ramona hugged Hannah goodbye, saying, "Come back again!"

           "Thank you, I will!" said Hannah.

            “We’ll see each other again,” said Ralph.

            "Oh, I  hope so!" said Hannah.
            “I want to help,” said Cherry. She wanted to go with Maeve and Hannah, so of course she was allowed to drift along.
            “Stay right with me, it's so easy to get lost," said Maeve. “I will fly a short distance, then wait for you to catch up. You’ll see me if you watch carefully. Then we’ll do that again and again.”
            “I will,” said Hannah, and they started out of the Forest by a new path. Leaving looked different from arriving. The sun slanted low, picking out some things to highlight with golden evening beams. A startlingly red rose burnt there like a beacon. Surely, she hadn’t just missed that on the way in.
            This path was much shorter and straighter. Cherry stayed right with Hannah, nearby in the air. Maeve would fly a short distance and then be found waiting on some branch or bush. It was quite a nice walk they had together.
            At last, Hannah could see the ranger station through the trees, and knew that it was time to say goodbye.
            “Goodbye, Little Cherry, I love you,” said Hannah.
            “I love you too,” said Cherry, then she darted back toward home.
            “You’ll see me around from time to time, Hannah. I keep an eye on things around here,” said Maeve.
            “Yes, Ma’am,” said Hannah. “Goodbye!” Maeve called a goodbye, as she flew back into the trees. Hannah was on her own.
            She stepped out from behind the station dumpster intending to go up into the campground and to her little mobile. Rick’s truck was in its usual spot, though it was a little late for him to be at the station. It seemed like it must be time for him to go home. Dexter’s little junker was on the other side of the service vehicle.
            Maybe Hannah’s eyes were full of memories, or maybe there were still some tears, and maybe someone had left a stone on the parking lot, but in any case she stumbled and fell. She had been walking swiftly, and it was a sudden and shocking fall.
            She sat there stunned for a few moments.
            Then she cried out a little because she noticed that one knee of her jeans was torn and that she had a skinned knee just like kid, and it was bleeding through her jeans as she sat there.
            Inside Rick’s office, where Dexter had been talking park business with Rick, Dexter heard that little cry. He jumped up and ran to the window. Then he ran to door and pulled it open, running out to Hannah.
            “What happened?” said Dexter.
            “I think I tripped on a rock, but I don’t see it now,” said Hannah, a little damply.
            Dexter scanned the lot quickly. “I don’t see a rock either,” he said.
            He turned to help her to her feet, and it was awkward, because he didn’t know exactly how to go about it without actually touching Hannah, which he had never done before.
            “Just pull on my hands, and I will stand up,” she said.
            But, somehow, she ended up in his arms. That was awkward too, but they just stood there in the middle of the station parking lot, with the late sun light gilding everything around them, with their arms wrapped around each other as if they had forgotten how to let go.
            After some period of time, Dexter said, “We have a first-aid kit in the office. Why don’t we go patch up your knee?”
            “OK,” said Hannah. But neither of them moved off the spot.
            Well, eventually they figured out how to let go, and Dexter helped Hannah, who was limping a little bit, into the office.
            Rick looked up when they came through the door, then he smiled.

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Look Deeply Into Her Green Eyes!

 

This is what it looks like when she has a tale to tell.

(It's almost beyond me not to spell that 'tail'.)

Suzy wishes you all a fine Catfurday.

You can see that there is a lot going on there behind those green eyes.

Toots knows!

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Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

 

            “Evermore,” Maeve whispered from her perch on a fir branch. 
            “Hi, Birdy,” said Ralph. “We have company!”
            “I see! The camp host, I believe. I don’t know her name,” said Maeve. After everything else, Hannah was not surprised to hear Maeve speaking.
            “This lady is Hannah, who put 2 and 2 together and came up with a question. To test her theory, she left gifts, which you saw, by the highway,” Ralph told Maeve.
            “Hello, Hannah. Few human people find their way into the Great Forest,” said Maeve.
            “I know! I tried it. The Forest turned me around! That’s when I really knew something unusual was going on here,” said Hannah.
            “Yes, there must be a guide,” agreed Maeve.
            Maeve floated down onto Ralph’s shoulder, to stay close so they could talk if they wanted to. The path was narrow, so Ralph went ahead and Hannah followed behind. She was glad of the opportunity to look around without being observed.
            When they first entered the forest, near the parking lot, it looked like any other section of forest, familiar in every way. Just a path in between the great firs. Beams of sunlight peeked in from the sky here and there. The sounds of the forest were as usual, birds, bugs, far away noises that were more obscure, but totally normal.
            When things changed, Hannah tried to put her finger on what had happened, but it was hard to say later, when she tried to describe it.
            It wasn’t a jarring change. It was pleasant, like going to some place greatly desired, such as when a child gets to experience their heart’s desire in some way. It felt a little bit like that ghost of almost a memory that comes upon us once in a while, and is gone before we can define it, leaving only a sense of sweetness behind.
            The Great Forest was like that.
            First, she noticed a shift in sound. What was bright and sharp became soft and dreamy. The wind sighed. She thought she must able to  hear a river whispering too. Then there was scent. Something sweet and resinous and persistent was on the breeze. She’s never noticed that particular scent before. She wondered about exotic flowers.
            Then Hannah noticed the forest floor as she walked on it. The path was now covered in soft moss, full of tiny white flowers like stars in an inverted green sky. Mist rose up from the ground, and literally curled around the largest fir trunks Hannah had ever seen. She was so amazed that she had to tell herself to keep moving.
            “Doing OK back there, Hannah?” said Ralph, turning around to see how she was.
            “Yes, it’s like a dream,” she murmured. “But now, everything before seems like the dream.”
            “The Forest often has that effect on visitors,” said Ralph.
            “Do we have far to go?” said Hannah.
            “No, we’ll get there whenever we want to. Would you like to walk a bit more?” said Ralph.
            “Yes, please. It is so pretty to be here,” she said. And as she spoke, she realized that she was changed too. She didn’t feel so much like little short blond Hannah, she felt taller and wilder, like some figure from a story so old that no one believes it anymore.
            “Would you like to meet Ramona now,” called Ralph from up the trail a little. It seemed like maybe they had been walking a spiral, but maybe not.
            “I would,” said Hannah. “And Cherry! And the animals!”
            Just then the path opened up into a large clearing among the trees. At a slight distance Hannah could see a kind of round stone fireplace, surrounded by seating made of sections of a large tree’s trunk. A fire was burning, but making almost no visible smoke.
            There seemed to be a cliff face behind the fireplace with a green door set into it.
            Seated by the fire was a figure of such exotic beauty and serenity that Hannah knew she was looking at Ramona.
            While Ralph looked as solid as the mountains, Ramona was obscure, and hard to describe. Later, Hannah couldn’t quite bring her face to mind.
            Maeve jumped off of Ralph’s shoulder and flew to Ramona, settling down beside her.
            As they were nearing the fire, Ralph called to Ramona, “Look! I’ve brought a Daughter of Eve to visit!” His eyes twinkled when Hannah looked at him in astonishment, and his laugh rumbled off into the trees.
            Ramona called out, “Please, Daughter of Eve, you are welcome.”
            Hannah started crying, but good tears, not bad, and Ramona came to  her and held her until she could stop crying.
            “I think you must have a name,” said Ramona.
            “My mother called me Hannah,” said she.
            “Welcome, Hannah. I sense that there is a story coming,” said Ramona. “Please, sit.”
            So, Ralph and Hannah told Ramona the story of how Hannah had surmised their presence, and that she was the one who left the gifts, and that she was the one who wore Cherry’s green crown.
            Then, as if on cue, Cherry appeared in the air, drifting softly down from somewhere near but above.
            “Oh!” said Hanna, “You’re Cherry! Oh, beautiful child!”
            Blue came along on foot, and laid her head in Hannah’s lap, where she sat with Ramona.
            Hannah put her hand on Blue’s head, as if they had been friends forever.
            Ralph whistled. There was silence for a few minutes, then two fully grown pumas appeared at the fire, smiling their secret cat smile.
            “This one is Bob,” said Ralph, indicating Bob, “And this one is Berry,”
            The great cats sat together by the fire, with green eyes shining. Neither spoke.
            “Are all your questions answered now?” said Ralph.
            “I had no idea,” said Hannah. “No idea at all! But, yes, yes.”
            “Can you stay until dinner?” said Ramona. “It will be fish today.”
            “I’d rather be here, having fish dinner with you all, than any other place on  earth,” said Hannah. “Yes, thank you, I’d love to stay.”
            “When it’s time to go back, Maeve will show you the way,” said Ralph.
            Hannah just nodded, because she had tears in her eyes again.

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That Can Be Arranged Easily!

 

            “You sure about that?” said Dexter. “The first time I ran into him in this office, I nearly fainted. He’s real big. And very hairy.”
            “I’ve seen photos, or drawings,” said Hannah.
            “They don’t prepare you, Hannah,” said Dexter.
            “If you’re really sure. Knowing and believing are two different things! But, if you really want to meet him, I can just call you next time he shows up,” said Rick.
            “I’m sure. I expect to be impressed. You guys know? But I’m not afraid, since you both know him and are his friends.
            “Waiting is hard, but I’ll be waiting for that call. My phone is always in my pocket!” Hannah said. “I’m so excited!”
            Life went back to its sleepy normal at the ranger station. And in the campground a few campers stayed for a day or two, and left. And different campers arrived. Hannah answered questions and gave advice. She never left her phone at home.
            Without notice beforehand, the day arrived.
            One summer morning at about 8AM, when Rick had just gotten to his office, Ralph slipped out of the Forest. Every morning for a week or so, he had been feeling like it was time to go check in on Rick and Dexter, and the camp.
            He looked both ways carefully, saw no one, took about three steps and was at the office door. He knocked quietly, and stepped inside, saying, “you home, Rick?”
            “Come into my parlor!” said Rick. “Sit down. I have a surprise for you.”
            “I’m already surprised, in anticipation!” said Ralph. He sat. The big chair was always in front of Rick’s desk.
            “The camp host, Hannah, wants to meet you,” said Rick. “Good idea? What do you think?”
            “I wondered. I saw her wearing the crown that Cherry made! We were enjoying the fruit and stuff in the jar she left us. Sure. I wouldn’t mind meeting her at all!” said Ralph.
            “The stuff in the jar was peanut butter. She told us. You Forest guys are supposed to just love it.”
            “We did love it. It’s all gone now. Shall I just stay here?” said Ralph.
            “I’ll call her. I told her to wait until you showed up,” said Rick.
            While Ralph had some coffee and three or four doughnuts, Rick made the call to Hannah.
            “Ralph’s here now, Hannah. Seems like right now would be a good time. Good for you?” he asked her.
            “I’ll be right down,” she said, hanging up quickly to finish dressing. She wasn’t afraid, but suddenly felt very shy. She kind of knew that this was a turning point. Life was never going to be exactly the same. And so, it did make her feel all fluttery inside.
            But the ball was rolling and she would chase it to wherever it rolled.
            It took about three minutes to get down to Rick’s door.
            Hannah took a deep breath and opened the door. “Hello…” she called out.
            Dexter had been right. Nothing she had seen online prepared her for the presence of Ralph. He was large in a way that seemed to have little to do with physical dimensions. He was huge in spirit too. She could feel that.
            But, physically, she had never been in the company of such a large person. She guessed his height at nine feet maybe. She had no idea what he might weigh. He was bulky and muscular with a bit of a middle ager’s belly. He was covered in dark espresso brown hair maybe six inches long. He sat quietly.
            When she was able to look at his face, she saw friendly big brown eyes, with a lot of wrinkles around them, though he didn’t look old really. He had a beard touching his chest with some white streaks on either side of his mouth. The mouth was smiling. He looked like he found life to be generally amusing.
            “Hannah, this is Ralph,” said Rick.
            She couldn’t quite muster speech yet, so Ralph said, in a voice so low it was almost pure vibration, “Hi, Hannah.”
            All of a sudden, she was filled with a childish happiness, like she knew the greatest secret in the world. She would speak.
            “Hello! Oh! I am so happy to meet you!” she said all in a rush. “May I call you Ralph?”
            “Of course, yes. We loved the fruit and the peanut butter! Thank you!” said Ralph.
            “Did that big raven tell you they were there?” said Hannah.
            “Why, yes she did! That’s Maeve. She is a Greater Raven, unlike a regular raven. She’s kind of a messenger,” Ralph told Hannah.
            “You said ‘we’, do you have a family?”
            “Yes, I have a Firekeeper, my Ramona, I have a son with his own family, and I have a young daughter named Cherry. My son is Twigg. We have animals too, living with us,” said Ralph.
            “Bears, raccoons? Or?” said Hannah.
            Ralph laughed for a few seconds, “No, two puma brothers, and a white wolf named Blue who is Cherry’s companion. The cats are Bob and Berry, and they talk if they feel like it.”
            “Oh, wonderful,” sighed Hannah.
            “Would you like to come and meet everyone? Ramona would love to see you. Cherry will be a little shy, but still  happy to get to know you,” said Ralph.
            “I want to! But I’m supposed to be working today,” she said.
            “It’s alright, Hannah. You may have the day off, or however much of it you need,” said Rick. “Dexter can check in with the campers, when he finally gets here. Go ahead.”
            “Will Maeve be there too?” said Hannah.
            “She’s probably out there now, waiting for us to get moving. She has a way of knowing what’s up,” said Ralph. “You know your phone won’t work in the Great Forest.”
            “That’s alright. I don’t care about that. I don’t need to call anyone,” she said.
            “OK, then! Let’s go see what Ramona has to say, and maybe Cherry will demonstrate her special gift for you!” said Ralph, standing up. “Shall we go?”
            “Yes! Thank you! This is the best thing ever, after that green crown, which is in my fridge staying cool, Ralph!” said Hannah.
            “See you later,” said Rick, flipping his laptop open and looking down.
            Both Ralph and Hannah said, “Bye!”
            Outside, Ralph said, “I’m supposed to be a secret, so we have to kinda slide through the parking lot quick like.”
            When they got beyond the station dumpster and entered the trees, Maeve was there to meet them.

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