April 12, 2009
Yesterday my lady and I went out. We had planned to spend this Easter Saturday out together. I crossed to her world when she woke. She had not crossed to our home during the night. It was one night for her, but more than that for me, and I was glad to see her again. I made my breakfast there and Miss Katie came with me for her share. It pleased Louise to see her.
We went into the city on the comfortable country train. My lady was somewhat distracted from my presence. It is the result of the attunement she received a week ago. Such things are normal. I do not like it, but I know it will not last long. I hope our connection will be strengthened when the adjustment is made. It was last time.
One thing that pleased me is that my lady is aware of her cat’s presence. Miss Katie senses this and takes advantage of it. She came with us on the train, and curled up on my lady’s lap. I could feel how strongly Louise sensed her. She thought it was partly memory but it was not.
We travelled into the city proper, and crossed the river to walk down to the south part of Melbourne. My lady had thought to visit the shops there, and perhaps look at the market. We also hoped to find a cake-shop we thought we had seen there, like the one in Chapel Street. It is a pleasant place to sit and eat and read.
Most of the shops were closed for the holiday, but Louise was happy to look in the windows. She was not really looking for things to buy, for which I was glad. We saw one garment which we both liked. It was green, and fitted, and had a little lace at the neck and sleeves. It would have looked well on my lady. But it was far too expensive to consider.
We did not see the cake-shop we hoped to find. It did not matter; there were other places to eat, and as my lady said, it may well have been closed anyway. We went instead to a café at the market where we had eaten before. It is not as good as the cake-shop, but it is pleasant enough. I was pleased that my lady seemed in no hurry to move on. She is often anxious about time. But we spent an hour and a half there. The food was not to boast about, but it did not matter. My lady read a newspaper, I read my book, and Miss Katie sat on the table and helped herself to food. She had decided to stay with us for the whole day. I do not know why. Who knows why a cat does things? But it pleased Louise. She was excited to have her little cat with her and was more aware of me, too. She was trying hard and it was more like our normal days out. My lady could not see me well, and asked often if I had my jumper on or off, or whether I had just done something. It was fair that she should ask, because the weather was changeable. I choose to feel the weather and warmth as she does.
When we finished our lunch we strolled about the market for a little while. Then we crossed the old iron bridge over the rail-line, walking toward the sea. My lady let me choose which way we would go. She sensed that I had no wish to see more shops and she said she had had her share of them. I wanted us to walk together through the quiet streets.
I was happy, walking together. It does not matter if we do not talk much. My lady does not know how much it is just to walk. She feels she must try and she does not need to. We are together.
Louise sensed that I did not want to end our day too soon. It was after two o’clock and that gave us less than two hours to return to the city and catch the train. She rang her mother and said we would catch the later train. We had reached the sea and the cloud had gone. I sat on the sea-wall and Miss Katie played on the sand while my lady made her phone-call. Afterward she said, smiling, that her mother asked her to buy some chocolates for her, so we walked back to some shops for them. They were near a road that ran parallel to the sea, but further back from it, with trees lining it. That was where I wanted to walk. There was not much shade but the trees have kindly spirits.
My lady had realised by now that I wanted to go to Albert Park. She said she did not know if it would be open, because of the work removing the structures for the Grand Prix. But we walked there, and it was open.
There was a moment that made us laugh before we got there. My lady was thinking hard on how happy this day was, and said suddenly, “My husband, I love you, Louis, I love you.” I could not help myself then, and neither could she, and we embraced. I felt her push herself a little way from her earth-body, and we held each other tightly. But when we separated there was a sense of indignation so strong that my lady felt it too. Miss Katie was not pleased that we had embraced. She was riding my lady’s shoulder, as she had been most of the day. We had not consulted her convenience first.
When we came to Albert Park we sat upon a bench overlooking the lake. It was peaceful. There were people jogging and cycling, and some traffic on the road behind, but it was a restful atmosphere. Louise sent some Reiki to her sore shoulder, and I helped. She was amused that Miss Katie curled on her lap to enjoy the sensation.
After a little while we strolled by the lake. Miss Katie was most taken by the black swans, and my lady told her it was as well she could not chase them, as they would probably peck her to death if she tried. Louise asked if I would like an apple, to throw its core into the lake. It has become a joke with us. I said yes, but she said she would not join me, as she was not hungry. I said I would like to eat together, and she smiled and obliged. The apples are not large, they are small and sweet, so it is no imposition to make oneself eat one.
We walked down to a great fig tree, and sat under its shade for a moment, long enough to kiss. Then it was time to walk back to the tram and catch our train. My lady’s anxiety about time caught her again, and we ran for the earlier tram, because she could not remember exactly what time the train would leave the station, nor how long it would take for the tram to get there. It was not necessary, of course. We arrived at the station far earlier than we needed, but it did not matter. What we had not thought of was that a great crowd would be there. Spectators from a football match filled the station. Miss Katie went home as soon as she saw them. I think my lady would have gladly done so too. So would I. But we waited the time for the train, and it was not crowded. My lady and I had our seats to ourselves for the whole journey.
The evening was like most Saturday evenings. We watched a television program together, “New Tricks”. Miss Katie did not return. My lady had asked during the day about her older cat, Mrs Mamie, who crossed over in 2004. She had realised that she never thought of whether Mrs Mamie came to visit her. Her attention was taken up by Miss Katie, who crossed so recently. My lady felt bad about this, fearing Mrs Mamie would be upset at being ignored, although she has much attention when my lady crosses at night. She asked if Mrs Mamie would visit that night. I said yes, and Louise was happy to know her elder cat spent the time purring on her lap.
After the television, my lady went to work on her computer. I read, with Mrs Mamie on my lap. My lady crossed over to our true home during the night, and of that I will say no more.
