A Cat Named Jupiter

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Author: Rose Murphy

I once named a cat Jupiter. What a kool, kool kat he was... A sly stud, struttin' around all the dames, kitties and ladies alike. I don't know if he knew we all looked at him with such eager hopes for his attention. And he always chose me. little 8 year old me..

So, Jupiter.. i know where that name came from, and the handful of ironies that came with it, in my life at least. The first one being that his calico fur more resembled the precious swirls of the actual giant sphere than I could've ever hoped for. Month by month, as he grew, his soft and long furred coat revealed itself: Jupiter.. The second being that Jupiter is "my" planet.. so the zodiac says.. I didn't know that either then, I only knew I had a love for that land that I couldn't describe. there are other things too, but i wanna remember in this moment the day of my 5th birthday. The day Janice woke me up at 5:56 am to point me to the still night sky. What she showed me that morning was the exact placement of the stars, at that moment, as they were on the day I was born. I was moved. As moved as a lil' 5 year old could be. And maybe even a little more. I fell in love. I fell in love with the atmosphere, with the galaxy, with the Milky Way, with the red stars and the blue stars and the big & little dippers.. And I knew I had to be there. Up close and personal. It was that day that I began my first love affair with a dream. An astronaut... I had a calling. Over the years Janice bought me books, took me to various observatories and we planned many star gazing camping trips ta boot. I used to lay awake at night dreaming, sometimes even crying, worrying about being in a shuttle that didn't make it back home. That's how real it was for me... And of all the planets, all the stars, all the moons and all the magical wonders, it was Jupiter that caught my heart.

At some point, I don't know exactly when, time is like that, that dream turned into another and then into another and to another yet..So to this day I couldn't recollect the exact lure or reasons, many or few, that led me to adore and admire Jupiter the way that I did. The specifics, as put to consciousness, are absent, BUT, the love and affection remain quite intact. I smile at the thought and I consider it a gift from the young me to the not-so-young me. I love those gifts. And in thinking of it now, am moved to consider such gifts of today that can be given to the even more-so not-so-younger me. --Redrozer 19:34, 28 August 2008 (MDT)