Glints of sunbeams pierce through the glass of the window pane and do battle with thin veils of cloth standing guard over the east bay window to our bedroom. This signals the inevitable concern of the children, each of our thirty-two black cats begin roaming about fretfully. Word in the house has been the same for the past 20 years, origin unknown; though most believe Thelma started the story one day out of uncomplicated boredom. Thelma’s the eldest and the Empress of the house, with thirty-one bodies and one hundred twenty-three paws to manage her house she is allotted abundant opportunity to spin such yarns throughout the gossip filled hallways of the Bijoux House. This particular tale centered on the food dishes and the prospect that this morning they would remain empty. Therefore it is with urgency each of our thirty-two children pace back and forth the length of the hallway while Thelma makes laps around the bed my Love and I lie in, hoping to remain in a state of general slumber for as long as possible.
It is seven-twenty-nine in the morning and my eyes refuse to remain shut. One minute before the alarm chimes out I lean over to kiss my Love and roll out of bed. It is the same ritual everyday as I tiptoe over to the alarm clock and reset it for eight-thirty in the morning, for my Love. Today is her spa day which means Enrique will be coming over to the Bijoux House at nine-thirty in the morning to fill the hot tubs with fresh hot mineral spring water.
A river of black paws follows me into the kitchen. It is a black parade of fur and musical renditions singing for breakfast. The river flows around my feet as I strain to reach up into the cupboard for cat nuggets of golden meat. Thirty-two black cats settle into each of their individual dishes, each dish custom made by my own hand to match our children’s unique personalities. I lean down to scratch Thelma’s back as I head out of the kitchen.
I shower and think about decisions that need to be made; I go with the turquoise blue jeans and purple cowboy boots with a neutral button up shirt to balance out the ensemble. I stroll back into the kitchen to see thirty-two satisfied bellies that all dance by me on their way to find their own sunbeams scattered throughout the hallways of the Bijoux House. I smile and whistle “You Are My Sunshine” as I grab some fresh Kona coffee beans out of the refrigerator. Shaking the grinder twelve times while the small handheld gift from my Love cuts and grinds my coffee for me, I simultaneously set the pink tea kettle onto the front burner of our stove.
Johnny, our youngest at five months of age, strolls in to investigate all the commotion. I put my hand down and he reaches out so that I may pet his furry little chin. I smile and pick him up, scratching him right behind the ears. Johnny purrs like he has found paradise! He climbs up to rest on my shoulder as I pour hot water from the pink tea kettle over the freshly ground Kona beans resting at the bottom of the French Press. I savor the aroma as it infuses with the air around Johnny and I. I pour two cups of coffee in large, bright red mugs emblazoned with the words “Las Vegas” and gently set Johnny down before I walk down the hallway of the Bijoux House.
My Love is in the Blue Bathroom getting prepared for her spa day. I stop by to give her coffee and a kiss. I smile and exclaim softly, “Good Morning Love!”
She smiles back and returns my kiss with her own kiss, the softest and sweetest thing on earth is her kiss. My heart still flutters after twenty years of happily ever after with her!
“Have a wonderful day my Love! I will be out back writing should you need me.” I grab my trusty fountain pen, turquoise ink and composition pad and head down the hallways of the Bijoux House to my den. There I find a fine cigar; a thick dark Cohiba Robusto, and put on my purple velvet hat on my way out the door. Eighteen little black furry bodies follow me out the door. They are a stream of energy and melody which love to sit on the pink and black bench underneath the willow tree as I sketch out the day’s story.
I am a Cat Man with bunnies as companions I find comfort in my purple boots, soft velvet hat and the company of the very soft furries who inspired my success. I taste the first puffs of my cigar and sip some coffee while looking out over the garden. Penning words and sketching pictures underneath the shade of our Willow tree, time moves slowly and sweetly.