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For those of you who have read my book/s, Conversation with Death and Conversation with Death, the Love Story continues…here are the wedding pictures of Death Cat and Pretty Boy. They were taken before the ceremony. I hope you like them:)

Pretty Boy loves to ride on Death Cat’s back but his tiny talons kept getting caught in her netting so he opted to sit on the roses.

Here they are on one of their favorite window sills.  Death Cat, always protective and thoughtful, is shading Pretty Boy from the sun.

The happy couple.  I asked Death Cat to “fur up” for one or two pictures, since she has a beautiful coat, but she hissed and Meeped that this is who she is and anyone who doesn’t like it can look at someone else’s pictures.  She’s such a wonderful cat.  I love that she is always true to herself.  The fact that she can take down an adult Troll doesn’t hurt either.

She asked me to take a picture of her lovely dress, so here it is.  She was a beautiful bride and Pretty Boy is always gorgeous.

More Jasmine…

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI love the way these flowers look.

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The necklace

The necklace

A gift from Death

This was Death’s gift in Conversation with Death (CWD) 29. And yes, it’s my necklace.

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Conversation with Death 2

Conversation with Death 2

Death

CONVERSATION WITH DEATH 2

“Hi.”

“Ah, you’re back,” said Death.

“Ya think?”

Death sighed, loudly.

“I brought something for you,” I said, placing the small package in his hand.

“No one has ever given me a gift before.”

“Well, I was going to bring chocolate chip cookies, but…well you know,” I said, looking Death up and down. “I just thought this would be better.”

“Yes, without lips, a tongue or a digestive system I can see your point,” snickered Death.

“So open it,” I said, waving my hands at the gift.

Death tore off the paper and paused. “Thank you.”

“No biggie. I just figured with your new sythe and all, you might need some oil and a blade sharpener.”

“Very thoughtful,” said Death.

“It must be hard to do some things with your hands the way they are.”

“You mean boney?”

“Yes, boney.”

“Sometimes it is but I’m used to it.”

“Can I see them?”

“I guess,” said Death, raising one arm, hand reaching out.

“No, not your hands,” I said, backing up. “The people I love who are on the other side?”

“It’s not allowed.”

“I absolutely LIVE to break rules. You can ask anyone who knows me.”

“Sorry.”

“Just point me in the right direction and I’ll do the rest.”

“There is no direction,” said Death.

“Don’t be silly, there’s ALWAYS a direction.”

“The human mind is limited.”

“Yes, well, I can’t argue with that,” I said shaking my head. “But how do I get into the other side?”

“In a body bag.”

“Do they come in colors?” I asked.

“They’re mostly black but I did see a forest green one once.”

“Ah, I see you know your shades of green.”

Death bowed slightly, “Of course.”

“Are you going to let me see them?”

“Of course not.”

“We could start small, like with Pasa my beloved, black cat and work our way up to people. Is there a cat park?”

“Not even a cat. No.”

“Fine,” I said loudly. “Have it your way but next time I’m bringing cookies.”

“I like a human with a sense of humor.”

“You might not feel that way once you get to know me better.”

“Only time will tell.”

“See ya,” I said.

“Without a doubt,” said Death. “Thanks for the blade sharpener and thanks for stopping by.”

“You’re welcome…try not to cut yourself.”

Death’s laughter was deep and rich.

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Conversation with Death

Conversation with Death

Death

Conversation with Death

“Nice sythe,” I said, to the robed, skeleton standing in front of me.

“Thanks,” laughed Death, “It’s new.”

“Birthday gift?”

“No. The last one broke.”

“Too bad,” I muttered.

“Not really.  I like this one better.  Keeps its edge longer.”

“Stop taking the people I love,” I said flatly.

“I can’t do that. I’m sorry.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t take people, they come to me.”

“They do?”

“Yes,” said Death.  “They do.”

“That makes a difference,” I said, softly.

“Really?” asked Death.

“Really,” I said. “Enjoy your sythe.”

“Thanks. I will.”

“See ya.”

“Without a doubt,” said Death quietly. “Thanks for stopping by.”

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