<strong>What if Your Cat is Like My Cat?
</strong> What if you wake up about two hours earlier than usual, and your cat is sitting on your chest staring down at you?  There is just enough light coming in from the slightly raised venetian blind that hangs over your bedroom window to allow you to see her clearly.  She doesn’t look like her usually loving and over affectionate self.  She looks like she is considering chewing your face off to fill her growling tummy.
 What if you whisper her name “Morgain” and she hisses your name back at you just as clearly?  Then she jumps off the bed and runs into the kitchen to stand in front of the cupboard where her canned food is kept. 
 What if instead of running passed the kitchen and out into the early morning darkness, curiosity overwhelms you, and you follow her?  She has her back to you, and you can see that her silky gray fur is bushed out the way it is when she is mounting an attack on the cat who lives downstairs and occasionally crosses her path on the front porch. 
 What if your normally mild-mannered kitty slowly turns her head around and looks up at you?  What if she says, “If you feed me right now, this will all end well,” so you walk carefully around her and get the can of Fancy Feast Ocean White-Fish? You manage to master your nerves and get the food into the bowl without making a mess.  What if Morgain snarfs down all the food without so much as blinking in your direction?
 What if when she finishes her food she smiles at you, literally smiles at you and then runs away to one of her hiding places? 
 What if you go back to your bedroom and sit on the bed in stunned silence for at least five minutes before you hear the familiar meow and yowl that you are used to hearing first thing in the morning, and then everything is the same as it was the day before?
 Will you tell your boyfriend?
 Will you call your mom?
 How hard will you try to get your cat to speak to you again?

Of Myth and Misery
By Frankie Valinda Ghee

I’ll tell you what I can
First, you should know
That none of this is planned
There was an alignment of the stars
Or a butterfly flapped its wings

Who knows?
But cosmically
There was not a single one of us
Who saw this coming

A person wakes up one morning
And swings her legs out of bed
Only to find herself sinking
Flailing
Beating at the liquid air

There is nothing she wouldn’t do
Nothing she would refuse
The one who offers up solid ground

The person who can end the panic
Is in that moment
The one true god of myth
And misery
She will worship him
Because she needs to believe

You can now find me at FrankieGhee.com

I’ve been experiencing Spokane in a whole new way since I started performing on the sidewalks of the Lilac City with my tip jar (actually a very old coffee pot) at the ready.

I have found the citizens of our fair city to be wonderfully kind and generous.  This is something that I’ve always wanted to do but was afraid to try when I was working full time.  Now, that I am free, I have been having a blast and finding that I really love this town.

I you want to read more about my experiences, check out “Projects and Performances” under the “Music” tab.

Maybe I’ll see you out there sometime.  Let me know.

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