This morning I was playing with MasterB and thinking I should call Aunt. These are the hiccough moments. Since she has been too weak to attend her church I have often called her on a Sunday morning. Later in the day I am competing with visitors and the daily ‘phone call with Uncle Bill.
So, a bit of adjustment. MasterB of course doesn’t know she is dead, but he did know Aunt who loved him. He was very relaxed and trusting with her. They met shortly after I got him, and each time he saw her after that he wound himself about her, rubbing his face against her, and making himself at home in her home.
I started to make the Ginger Ninja calendars for Aunt. The first year there may have been just the one. Maybe a second for my Aunt Nessa. I don’t remember now. Six months of Cat, six months of MasterB. Cat and Aunt had a special relationship. I’d say he exploited her good nature. Certainly he recognised her as someone who would give him attention and listen to him.
Mary, he seemed to say, if only you knew what I have to put up with, I know you would understand. And she would fuss him and he would purr, and close his eyes. He lead her merry dances around the grounds of the retirement housing where Mother had her bungalow. He was always braver there if one of us were with him. And Aunt indulged him at the expense of her nerves.
She loved Cat so much I was not sure she would accept MasterB, but it was love at first sight. And when she heard his story, she was very protective of him.
So he’s a link. I look at him, and think how she would see him with pleasure. How the photographs and the calendar somehow made him her cat as well as mine.
Still, I wish I could have called her today. Months ago she told me everything for her funeral was arranged, but the folder I was handed on Thursday shows that not to be quite the case. I should like clarification re the Substantial Refreshments she has said should be provided, whether or not that should include alcohol, and whether she would like the collection to go to Marie Curie, the St Nicholas Hospice, or anywhere else.
So if there are windows in heaven, and you have finished with the paperwork signing in, could you leave me a sign please Auntie Mary?