Love Is Just Too Strong
As many of you know, I have been forced (through no fault of my own) to give up the Meowie-Wowie. I had a ‘Nip-Off’ and lost to the more experienced Foxxy Cleocatra. A worthy opponent, if not a desperate nip fiend. Her hard-won victory has left me sober these past few months.
Not a prospect I would recommend to anyone. These strictly teetotal . . . I mean . . . ‘nipless wonders’ who preach life without the weed, give me the hump. I am not, nor will I ever be, one of those reformed addicts who try to convert the uninitiated to give up the lovely euphoria with which the nip produces.
‘Addict’ might be too strong a word for my respect and admiration concerning that heavenly plant. The fact remains that I have purposely stayed away from nature’s finest, in order to impress a certain grey and white BSH. I think he has, secretly, been enthralled by my strength of character, in holding out for as long as I have.
I can tell that this is the truth because every time I tweet him and make reference to our ‘special relationship’ by calling him ‘my Lord’, he is quick to return an ironic, ‘I am not your LORD!’
Oh how it makes me laugh!
Knowing that the two of us share this exceptional bond between us is endlessly encouraging. I might even admit to everyone that those five words, ‘I am not your LORD’, meowed with such feeling are taken as a fierce declaration of the love he conceals, from the rest of the world, for me.
Whenever, my Big City Tom, tweets a growl . . . I know in his heart of hearts, he is too shy to meow the words, ‘I love you.’ And he lets the sardonic ‘grrrrrr . . .’ speak volumes. It lifts my spirits, nearly as much as the nip.
Some cats may take the witty banter between us seriously and think that my Lord is truly annoyed by my relentless pursuit of him. Or that he would be happy to be rid of me altogether but the chances of that happening are akin to me giving up the nip on a permanent basis.
Although, I have taken a sabbatical from the blissful substance, the call of the wild is too powerful to hold out forever. In fact, when my Mom came home with a fresh nip plant, recently, I felt honour-bound to give it a sniff.
“I knew it wouldn’t last!” My Lord used our secret code to make his meaning clear to me. The sentiment he meant to meow was, ‘You’ve come back to me’.
Well, of course, I had never left him but I suppose he felt the absence of my presence, more than he realized.
The next day he asked, “How goes it with the nip? Still in one piece?”
To which I answered . . .
“I figured as much.” Lord Graydon replied laughingly.
Reading between the lines once again, I took this answer to mean, ‘Love devours all!’
So, now reader, you are privy to our passionate interchanges and how the meows are always more meaningful than meets the eye. I am happy to keep up the charade because I know deep down that OUR LOVE IS EVER STRONG!