Monday, January 27, 2020

Trick-or-Treat "Tricky" Nicholas, August 21,2011 -January 20, 2020

Trick-or-Treat “Tricky” Nicholas
August 21, 2011 -January 20, 2020


Trick-or-Treat “Tricky” Oreo Nicholas, also known as Twicka, Trix, Trix Nix, entered into rest January 20, 2020 due to complications of asthma and diabetes. Born August 21, 2011, she was homeless as a kitten before joining her furever family on Halloween night that same year. 


At the age of two, Tricky nearly died from an asthma attack. She was attended by Dr. Perry and staff at Perry’s Animal Hospital, the vets at Kanawha Valley Veterinary  Emergency Hospital, and a team of veterinarians at Virginia Tech, where she became an honorary Hokie. Once she was started on an inhaler twice a day, her health stabilized, giving her a total of eight good years with her family. 


Tricky enjoyed spending time with her human and her other best friend, Guinness, the dog. She thoroughly enjoyed slapping the piss out of  her cat roommates. She had a favorite blue string she would carry, meowing every step of the way to get your attention, when she wanted to play. While strings were her favorites, she also enjoyed laser lights and paper bags. Tricky was unable to go outside due to her asthma, but she enjoyed sitting in the window sill taking in warm breezes and watching birds. She got excited when the occasional grasshopper or spider got in the house. 


Tricky was much loved by family, friends, and vets everywhere due to her big purrsonality and super fuzzy cuddles. She will be forever missed. 


The family would like to thank all of the wonderful vets who have been involved in her care and also Cooke Pet Crematorium in Nitro. No visitation will be held because she didn’t like any of you. On the gentlest and fairest day in spring, her ashes will be scattered in Jerry’s memorial guardian.  



Having Words

They see me hanging out,
with all the pretty boys.
They may even see me with their fella,
and call me a ho,
but no.
I could’ve spent the morning 
with a lover,
maybe even your lover,
but it’s sexier to stay in bed with words. 


They find out I write the words,
the words that catch all the pretty girls,
and they call me a lesbian,
but no.
They see me sneakin around on the fringes
and call me a dealer,
and I am.
I deal in words.
Words are smokin hot!
They attract.
Listen to the words from that one! 
Whew! 
He got a turn of phrase.
Is it just us? 
Or you ampersand I? 
Without the words,
you’re at a loss. 
You gotta find the words,
with the roots,
that tunnel down deep
into the soul,
words to make the heart respond, 
“Yes, those words,
from that guy,
in this space and time,
traveled all this way,
because they were meant to fall 
on these ears,
on this day,
and be taken 
this way. 
How you gonna touch me,
if you can’t even reach me? 
And lets get rid of all those weird rules
no one likes, 
such as: 
You are into me except after her.
And 
he always comes before me
especially after alcohol. 
You take my  words,
and slam them shut,
put them on a shelf. 
I’ve made you see
too deeply inside yourself.
If these phrases
that I put together 
just for you 
fall on deaf ears,
then I won’t say
another 
word. 
(c) Trinny Sigler 2020