I'm Molly-Bryn (formerly known as whorecalledbryn) and I'm here to brighten and enlighten your day with ART, THEATER, WORDS, MOVIES, a little bit of politics, FAMOUS PEOPLE, FANDOM STUFFS, HOPEFUL MESSAGES, HOPEFULLY MEANINGFUL MESSAGES, SILLY THINGS, FUNNY THINGS, AND OTHER VERY IMPORTANT HAPPY THINGS YAY
My uncle had a cat that would ride on his shoulder, she was black and small and her name was Lyra. In June of 2010 she had kittens in the haymow of my uncle’s barn. That was the same month we were beginning to move into our “new” farm right across the road. It was really about 200 years old but for our family it was new. Because we were moving, and because it was an old farm house, my father told me I could have one of the kittens born in my uncle’s haymow. And so one day in the afternoon my mother and I climbed up into the haymow to see the kittens. They were nestled into the hay near the far wall of the barn and there were maybe 6 of them. I don’t remember because I looked down at the pile of fuzzy, blind, kittens no bigger than the palm of my hand and I saw only her. She was gray, a silvery gray with rings of a smokey shade around her. I went to see her every time i had a chance until she was old enough to take away from her mother for any period of time and then I would carry her around. sometimes she would ride around in the front of my shirt like a baby kangaroo just peeking her head out of my collar.I named her Grainne /Graw-nyah/, her dark grey rings faded until her whole coat was a silvery grey like silk. And then, when we were moved into our house she moved in too, and she became a permanent part of my life, I knew that if I looked upstairs I would find her in a specific spot in my closet of sitting on the bathroom floor which is right above the woodstove. I Knew that if she sat on my lap and i scratched her belly she would flop backwards so her head was hanging down and PURR. She was later joined by a brother and her sister, Emeth and Squeek.