GRIEF: A Grief Look Back at Words Uttered
(Text for possible inclusion into The Cat, Crow, & Knitten Show - Vol. 2)
"This whole scenario just does not sit right with me," Crow tells them. "What happened back there? How did we end up so misled, following those false clues? Was that intentional betrayal by someone we thought we could trust?"
"And then ending up on our backs? Hee hee! I know of a zigzaggy fellow who would say, 'Good grief!' after going through a situation like this. Is that how you feel?" Cat asks him.
Crow stops, his back still to her, and says, "What? That doesn't even make any sense. When is grief ever good? That's a contradiction right there. And what does zigzaggy mean applied to a fellow? Is he a snake? Or would that be more of a wigwag movement they make? Are you referring to someone we know? And no, I don't think I'd liken myself to that. You've confused me now. What do you mean?"
Cat chuckles at Crow's being distracted from the subject at hand. He is so easy to lead astray sometimes, and she enjoys picking on him to see his reaction.
"Shame on you, mommy!" Knitten scolds her. "I heard that."
Cat flinches, having briefly forgotten that Knitten has such an ability, but she does not see the necessity for being shamed by Knitten, so she glosses past it. What was it about what she said? Maybe the way she said it? She knows she did not say it to be mean, mind you, but in a friendly way, as a light joke to try cheering him up. It seems like she has been getting on his bad side lately, but surely, if Crow was ever annoyed by something she says, he would straight away let her know rather than hiding his anguish. It was not meant as more than a flippant remark, using a reference that she is now realizing that she only knows little more than a foggy notion on the subject of. Charlie somebody? Bald? Why is that somebody... or something she knows? A clue to her past, perhaps? Why is she even thinking about it like this? It feels like her mind is touching with something familiar, giving her a nostalgic sensation that she does not recognize. Does she?
Crow turns to her with a worried look on his face due to her silence. "Oh, well, I was just wondering. I didn't mean to sound so critical of what you said, Cat. I was just curious so that I could understand the connection. A zigzaggy fellow? And... I suppose I would say something similar, if I knew what it meant. I should have just let you finish the thought you were on. I apologize for interrupting, as I may have."
Not intending to, she stares at him, through him, unblinking. No, this was not meant to be one of those teasing, misleading times like Knitten heard her think back to. Crow deserves an answer to what was going on in her head when she said it.
"Grief could be a good release for someone's frustration if handled in a healthy and non-violent way with proper support from family and friends." Cat pauses after her words, perplexed. That... was not even part of how she was going to answer. And then her mouth moves again to add, "Ooh, that seemed worded very nice. I wonder where I came up with that off the top of my head," apparently in review of her own sentence. "I can use that. And, no, he's more of a... holiday thing really, but this can work."
She breaks out of her trance. "Oh! Um, I-I don't know what that was. Strange... But anyways, Crow, all I meant by what I said a minute ago is that... that... life has been weird for us lately and we've been a little at odds with each other." In a stifled, cartoonish voice to lighten the mood, and swinging her paw in a low, slow arc for effect, she says, "Goood grief, y'know? Like, what's gonna come next? Are we all gonna get swept onto a stagecoach going at two hundred miles per hour and sail off into the briny sea to live with the mermaids? How did we get pulled into this eerie mystery? When's it gonna end? For real. Please, tell me."
"This whole scenario just does not sit right with me," Crow tells them. "What happened back there? How did we end up so misled, following those false clues? Was that intentional betrayal by someone we thought we could trust?"
"And then ending up on our backs? Hee hee! I know of a zigzaggy fellow who would say, 'Good grief!' after going through a situation like this. Is that how you feel?" Cat asks him.
Crow stops, his back still to her, and says, "What? That doesn't even make any sense. When is grief ever good? That's a contradiction right there. And what does zigzaggy mean applied to a fellow? Is he a snake? Or would that be more of a wigwag movement they make? Are you referring to someone we know? And no, I don't think I'd liken myself to that. You've confused me now. What do you mean?"
Cat chuckles at Crow's being distracted from the subject at hand. He is so easy to lead astray sometimes, and she enjoys picking on him to see his reaction.
"Shame on you, mommy!" Knitten scolds her. "I heard that."
Cat flinches, having briefly forgotten that Knitten has such an ability, but she does not see the necessity for being shamed by Knitten, so she glosses past it. What was it about what she said? Maybe the way she said it? She knows she did not say it to be mean, mind you, but in a friendly way, as a light joke to try cheering him up. It seems like she has been getting on his bad side lately, but surely, if Crow was ever annoyed by something she says, he would straight away let her know rather than hiding his anguish. It was not meant as more than a flippant remark, using a reference that she is now realizing that she only knows little more than a foggy notion on the subject of. Charlie somebody? Bald? Why is that somebody... or something she knows? A clue to her past, perhaps? Why is she even thinking about it like this? It feels like her mind is touching with something familiar, giving her a nostalgic sensation that she does not recognize. Does she?
Crow turns to her with a worried look on his face due to her silence. "Oh, well, I was just wondering. I didn't mean to sound so critical of what you said, Cat. I was just curious so that I could understand the connection. A zigzaggy fellow? And... I suppose I would say something similar, if I knew what it meant. I should have just let you finish the thought you were on. I apologize for interrupting, as I may have."
Not intending to, she stares at him, through him, unblinking. No, this was not meant to be one of those teasing, misleading times like Knitten heard her think back to. Crow deserves an answer to what was going on in her head when she said it.
"Grief could be a good release for someone's frustration if handled in a healthy and non-violent way with proper support from family and friends." Cat pauses after her words, perplexed. That... was not even part of how she was going to answer. And then her mouth moves again to add, "Ooh, that seemed worded very nice. I wonder where I came up with that off the top of my head," apparently in review of her own sentence. "I can use that. And, no, he's more of a... holiday thing really, but this can work."
She breaks out of her trance. "Oh! Um, I-I don't know what that was. Strange... But anyways, Crow, all I meant by what I said a minute ago is that... that... life has been weird for us lately and we've been a little at odds with each other." In a stifled, cartoonish voice to lighten the mood, and swinging her paw in a low, slow arc for effect, she says, "Goood grief, y'know? Like, what's gonna come next? Are we all gonna get swept onto a stagecoach going at two hundred miles per hour and sail off into the briny sea to live with the mermaids? How did we get pulled into this eerie mystery? When's it gonna end? For real. Please, tell me."
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