This is Cosmo. He’s a cat and he knows what’s what. Cosmo enjoys sleeping and eating and lounging in the sun. He does things but never with any sense of urgency. Cosmo has endless philosophical problems to ponder and thousand-yard stares to stare.
Cosmo doesn’t give two shits about Jiffy corn muffin mix and has not trained his eye on discarded dental picks. Cosmo is oblivious to marketing mumbo-jumbo jibber-jabber. Cosmo isn’t too impressed with Telemachus, the cat on the cover of Carole King’s “Tapestry”. But Cosmo respects other cats and he thinks it’s amazing how famous a cat can get from an old album cover, "what's an album?" he asks.
Sometime in the past few years we talked about a poem featuring Telemachus. I cannot locate the poem but if you find it let me know.
A few days ago, Mother’s Day eve-eve-eve, as I was searching for that poem, I sent a text to my stepmom to let her know that I was thinking of her and “Tapestry” reminds me of her. And she responded with:
Wow. That's a walkdown memory lane. Did I ever tell you that her father taught me how to swim when I was a little girl and I met her? She was a teenager and I don't have any real memory of her. I was really little.
Happy Mother's Day
to all the moms
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