Charli Mills flash fiction prompt at the Carrot Ranch this week is to pen something involving a muse. I’ve been busy invoking mine, writing other things and Charli has patiently given me leave from the Rough Writers as I juggle priorities. With a focus on writing about past and present truths at the moment, writing fiction has proved rather difficult here, demonstrating my need to flex this mental muscle with the following 99 Words.
Impatient with her morning rituals
He calls. Encourages. Impatient to begin
Finally she lifts the steaming vessel; “Come on then!”
Glancing over his shoulder, checking she will keep up, he runs
Pushing impatiently at the door to see if it is open
Rushing to their station, delighting in her caress
Twining his limbs with hers and whispering adorations in her ear
Gently licking her fingers as they begin their work
She hugs him tight then yells at him to take his place!
From amuser to a muse
Feline scion of Mnemosyne and Zeus
Sith lord, both mouser and mousa
Forgive me! This turned out more of an exploration on the habits of someone I know but I couldn’t resist the prompt! Try as I might, I suspect you all saw the cat coming but it’s a nice excuse to share a few pictures of the dark lord of my workspace.
And mousa..
NOT from the urban dictionary, but from the Greek, literally meaning “art” or “poetry”. According to Pindar, to “carry a mousa” is “to excel in the arts”. The word probably derives from the Indo-European root men-, which is also the source of Greek Mnemosyne, English “mind”, “mental” and “memory” and Sanskrit “mantra”.





November 15, 2014 at 11:49 am
Love it Lisa. A very clever, and beautiful, poem. Thank you for teaching me a new word. I’ll have to try using it myself sometime. I couldn’t believe you had a cat called Norah!! 😀
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November 13, 2014 at 4:47 pm
No, I did NOT see that coming. Great flash. I absolutely LOVE the cat pictures! 🐱 Oh, I miss a cat in the house. It’s not a home without one.
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November 13, 2014 at 4:49 pm
P.S. How do you post images in comments. I was up until silly-o-clock trying to figure that out. I only found emoticons. (Like that cat above — so not all was lost.)
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November 13, 2014 at 8:07 pm
Posted an answer!
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November 13, 2014 at 8:08 pm
Oh hurray!
And yes a house does feel like home with cats. One snoring on my desk right now!
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November 12, 2014 at 11:48 am
Wonderful flash this Lisa, very clever, and of course I adore your cat photos…had cats all my life and love our two now. Had chickens once too…love them. Glad you found your mousa 😀 xx
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November 13, 2014 at 8:09 pm
Don’t go checking that with the urban dictionary.. Worse than a growler
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November 12, 2014 at 8:29 am
Purrrfect! You are welcome to ride the Rough Writer range when and how the muse inspires. This is a wonderful flash and very creative in its construct, too. Love that the mousa is Darth. Odd–but soon after you tweeted something about black cats, I spotted Bootsy for the first time in months. After that sighting she hung around until becoming my muse!
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November 13, 2014 at 8:15 pm
Aw thanks Charli. Love the euphemism for my construction! Would have love more time to work it into a poem but that would have taken all week!
I love that cats seek out thinkers. My three have different preferred human activities. Darth is definitely drawn to the desk, Dot to TV watching and Dick has a sense for anything mindful. We tried taking up mindfulness and for several weeks, whatever time of night or day I sat down, he would appear within minutes, roll all over my lap and hijack my mind with his loud purring! I decided in the end to just focus in on his purring, as and when and call that mindfulness! Here’s to Bootsy – psychic muse and soul mate! Lxx
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November 11, 2014 at 9:59 pm
A great flash Lisa. Loved it. You are certainly a mousa and the cat(s) is (are) just gorgeous.
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November 11, 2014 at 6:30 pm
Fabulous, Lisa! 🙂
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November 11, 2014 at 7:31 pm
Thanks Lori 😀
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November 11, 2014 at 6:17 pm
Haha, Lisa, fabulous take on the prompt and welcome back to The Rough Writers. How does the cat get on with the chickens?
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November 11, 2014 at 7:17 pm
Thank you Anne and it does now say “How does he get on with the chickens?” so I can only imagine some frustrating gremlins are also abroad!
The cats never go for the hens although the ginger one is rather jealous when I talk to them and will bound through the hedge to surprise and scatter them. They call warnings to each other about him but not the other two.
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November 14, 2014 at 5:02 am
We’re across the pond chuckling about the chickens and cats. 😀
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November 17, 2014 at 3:44 pm
I know.. I accept not everyone gets me but I struggle with the why!
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November 11, 2014 at 5:19 pm
Taking vicarious pleasure in your feline MUSings Lisa. The ghosts of kitties past purr in my ear but no issue of Bastet pad round my abode these days. I think I need to reconsider such ungraced vacancy 😦 … lovely post!
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November 11, 2014 at 6:54 pm
I’ve rarely been without a cat, Jeanne so they seem a necessary part of life! I grew up with Teeps, then Lonely, Boris and Billy Bones. My current three were born the day before their 19 year old predecessor, Fred died (His sister Norah having gone two years before.) A bit spooky so we decided it was meant to be. I can even sense when they’re all out and miss their company (not that Darth is out much – he’s totally obsessed with me so does his hunting at night..)
I urge you to fill the vacancy! 😼
Here’s the three as babies – how could you resist?! Lx
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November 11, 2014 at 4:44 pm
Ha. Softy. And what a classical education you hide under that rural everywoman persona. I wonder. We have now had 5 cats and the loudest, most vigorous purrer was also a nose dribbler. Have you avoided that? It certainly had the Textiliste out of bed spit-spot if he crept in behind me with the tea.
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November 11, 2014 at 6:39 pm
Unfortunately not – Darth and his sister, Dot, both drool when in euphoric states. Since seeing and hearing one such plop from my shoulder into my ritualistically prepared soya latte, I am careful to separate the two! He’s in his place by the time I attempt drinking it.
As for the classical education.. I wish, just a lexophile 🙂
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November 11, 2014 at 11:33 pm
Cat dribble in a soya latte – yummy!
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