My Familiars

My familiars — cat, fox, owl — sat around a dining room table, drinking whiskey and lamenting my waywardness. The cat especially was a sloppy drinker, while the owl imbibed judiciously. I regret having introduced them to one another. It was easier when I talked with them one-on-one. Now they gang up on me, staging interventions while they drink.

Today they gathered to express their concerns about my disregard toward signs and messages, about not making a conscious effort to bring my dream life into the waking hours. It’s true. I forget my dreams as soon as I turn off the alarm clock. I hardly ever look around myself for signs, directions, helpful hints. Apparently, I missed the digital sign outside a church the other day, which flashed, “Love is everything.”

The fox said that he dug a hole in the backyard, symbolizing the need to dig up the past and deal with buried pain. “That’s too subtle,” I complained. “A mole could have dug that hole.”

We joined hands and paws together at the table. I asked what I should do. The owl said that I should look up to the sky more often, that he is there and he will lift a wing to point me in the right direction. The cat said I would find her sitting atop books, urged that I read the titles and pick the one that most intrigues me. The fox recommended that I walk in the woods and listen for his swishy tail, and then follow down the path.

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Morning light winks on the empty whiskey bottle and a mourning dove coos outside the window. The cat at my head purrs, stretches her back paws, yawns and goes back to sleep. I rescue myself from grief, pushing the covers back, sitting up, standing. Love is everything, I think.

14 Comments My Familiars

  1. Joe Ormerod November 14, 2015 at 5:00 am

    Signs and portents should never be ignored! Listen to your familiars!

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    1. MegMeg November 15, 2015 at 3:34 am

      Absolutely! Thanks for reading and commenting, Joe.

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  2. Silverleaf November 14, 2015 at 12:24 pm

    Ooh, Meg, this is fabulous! I love the tone you use here – gentle chiding as I read it. The directions your familiars give seem so wise and natural. Now I want to go out and instinctively follow tail swishes and read books that I have a “feeling” about!

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    1. MegMeg November 15, 2015 at 3:36 am

      I’m so happy you liked this, Silver. For some reason, I think if anyone can imagine familiars, it would be you. <3

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      1. Silverleaf November 15, 2015 at 3:44 am

        Now that is a lovely thing to say. Thank you. Mwah ❤️

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  3. Chef's Last Diet November 14, 2015 at 9:25 pm

    A perfect post for today. I need some familiars for sure.

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    1. MegMeg November 15, 2015 at 3:37 am

      Yes, we all do! Thanks for your kind read, Nancy.

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  4. searchingforsubstance November 15, 2015 at 2:28 am

    quite a vivid dream. was this one of your dreams for real? it’s so intriguing.

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    1. MegMeg November 15, 2015 at 3:44 am

      Not a dream — totally fiction. I like the idea of familiars sitting around a table and drinking. Thanks for reading, Soapie. Good to see you around these parts.

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  5. innatejames November 15, 2015 at 3:23 pm

    Oh, Meg. I’ve missed your writing.

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  6. Tina November 16, 2015 at 1:29 am

    I think this is lovely.

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  7. Mamarific November 16, 2015 at 1:48 am

    I thoroughly enjoyed this!

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  8. oldendaysk August 30, 2016 at 11:32 pm

    Catching up on the goings on in Pigspittle, I’ve been derelict…severely. I loved this one, I imagine you so clearly in this fantastic bit of fiction.

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