Edited from The Tomb of the Unknown Catgirl, 2008.

It was bitter cold. White flakes fell gently, a shroud of absolution and purity draped over the countryside. Amid the falling snow harsh voices shouted out into the air, guns discharged, and cannon thundered.

They came, in twos and threes, black-suited; and stark white, the Princess stepped out from among them. She had gone without her parasol and bonnet: white she stood, white hair uncovered to the snow. The people would understand. She stood alone, a single, blinding white candle in an army of shadows.

The people – her people – gathered. There were words, and at a certain time, the heavy black covering over a slab of stone was thrown back. The people were silent, and appreciated it. Then they left, trickling away.

The Princess stood sleeveless in the snow until the last of them had gone, and simply faded away, winking out of existence.

Then there was only the stone.

BENEATH THIS STONE RESTS THE BODY
OF A NOBLE CATGIRL
UNKNOWN BY NAME OR RANK
BROUGHT FROM FIELDS OF BATTLE TO LIE AMONG
THE MOST ILLUSTRIOUS OF THE LAND
AND BURIED HERE ON ARMISTICE DAY
– : —-, IN THE PRESENCE OF
HER MAJESTY THE PRINCESS OF EIGHT
HER MINISTERS OF STATE
THE CHIEFS OF HER FORCES
AND A VAST CONCOURSE OF THE NATION

THUS ARE COMMEMORATED THE MANY
MULTITUDES WHO DURING THE GREAT
WAR OF 1333 – 1337 GAVE THE MOST THAT
CAT CAN GIVE: LIFE ITSELF
FOR MOE
FOR LOVED ONES HOME AND EMPIRE
FOR THE SACRED CAUSE OF RATINGS AND
THE JUSTICE OF THE WORLD

Delayed Reaction

March 12, 2012

She sighed up at me, the sigh reserved for idiots, lovers, and children. “I’m not sure that cats have a last full measure of devotion.”

The cold was bitter.  White flakes fell gently, not enough to blanket the countryside except in the most symbolic of senses.  Amid the falling snow harsh voices shouted out into the air, guns discharged, and cannon thundered.

They came, in twos and threes, black-suited, and stark white, the Princess stepped out from among them.  She had gone without her parasol and bonnet: white she stood, hair uncovered to the snow.  The people would understand.  Alone she stood, a single, blinding white candle in an army of shadows.

The people came, and gathered.  There were words, and at a certain time, the heavy black covering over a slab of stone was thrown back.  The people were silent, and appreciated it.  Then they left, trickling away.

The Princess stood sleeveless in the snow until the last of them had gone, and simply faded out.

Then there was only the stone.

BENEATH THIS STONE RESTS THE BODY
OF A NOBLE CATGIRL
UNKNOWN BY NAME OR RANK
BROUGHT FROM FIELDS OF BATTLE TO LIE AMONG
THE MOST ILLUSTRIOUS OF THE LAND
AND BURIED HERE ON ARMISTICE DAY
— : —-, IN THE PRESENCE OF
HER MAJESTY THE PRINCESS OF EIGHT
HER MINISTERS OF STATE
THE CHIEFS OF HER FORCES
AND A VAST CONCOURSE OF THE NATION

THUS ARE COMMEMORATED THE MANY
MULTITUDES WHO DURING THE GREAT
WAR OF 1333 – 1337 GAVE THE MOST THAT
CAT CAN GIVE: LIFE ITSELF
FOR MOE
FOR LOVED ONES HOME AND EMPIRE
FOR THE SACRED CAUSE OF RATINGS AND
THE JUSTICE OF THE WORLD