Pestilence and Pandemic

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

More about love in times of pestilence, plague and despair.

Pestilence and Pandemic

There has been steep rise in mouse numbers recently. My cats bring them in dead and alive, so I have had to block off the cat entrance and leave them out at night. They are not happy about this arrangement, as they are house cats (felis silvestris catus) during the day and by night they are hunting bush cats (felix venatio catus). My little puss was bringing them in alive at 2.00 a.m. and chasing them around the loungeroom, so I had to put a stop to it just so I could sleep.

There was a plague out here in the Boondocks about a decade ago when I was living in Yoogali with a stray cat, Tom Tom, who’d adopted me. You appreciate cats more during rodent infestations, and now I have two killing machines to deal with the mice. The mouse plague has already overrun Coonamble, 450 km north of Coolamon, where I now reside, causing a massive amount of destruction to the crops. Conditions are perfect for a repeat of the 2011 plague and farming communities across eastern Australia are bracing themselves.

The classical music station has been playing an inordanant amount of so-called romantic music in the days leading up to Valentine’s Day, which is too predictable, and besides, I don’t celebrate it anymore. Alright, I baked a cake with a heart on it last year for a woman I was mildly infatuated with, but I was working at a bakery at the time. I know, how predictable! Nothing came of it, of course. I mean, who is silly enough to fall in love with an impoverished, nihilistic, romantic poet? It’s both rhetorical and paradoxical. Besides, maybe I am too old to fall in love again.

I seem to recall that I was mildly and briefly infatuated with a woman about ten years ago who visited me at the shack in Yoogali I was living in at the time, and she met Tom Tom when he was young and cute. Of course, it didn’t work out, but that’s another story. Maybe there is hope for me still and the signs are definitely looking good – mouse plague, cute cat and a woman living interstate is talking about visiting me at my current shack one day, which would be fun. Alas, she doesn’t believe in love, but you can’t have everything, especially in a time of plague and pandemic. And after all, Saint Valentine was beaten to death and beheaded on February 14th 270 A.D. during the reign of the cruel Claudius II. So, the obvious lesson is: don’t lose your head for love, or as the Roman’s put it - noli amare decapitari.


Submitted: February 12, 2021

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Mike S.

A fine opinion piece, Craig

Fri, February 12th, 2021 5:52pm

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Thanks Mike. I was pleased with this. It was a challenge to find a narrative link concerning a mouse plague, a pandemic, my pussies and St. Valentine's Day, but I knew it could be done.
Cheers,
Craig.

Fri, February 12th, 2021 2:21pm

LE. Berry

Times of plague have always led to a renaissance...be creative within limits.

Fri, February 12th, 2021 10:40pm

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The Plague of Justinian 541-42 AD led to the Dark Ages. I'm not holding my breath waiting for a Renaissance; it will more likely lead to a New Dark Age, but I could be wrong.

Fri, February 12th, 2021 4:10pm

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