Monday, March 23, 2015

Our Ollie

Ollie ollie




Dear Friends,

Our precious Ollie was killed this morning, hit by a car.  We grieve his loss.  Spring is not spring-like  today and I suppose that is called life.

Ciao!

Monday, March 16, 2015

Cat boys took me through our woods...

It was March 14th and we were not thinking of the date for any particular reason, maybe only to fix a date on the warm space between us.

The surroundings were quiet, filled only and mostly with those sounds that cats hear.  The cat boys were in good form as evidenced by their walking together, and so I felt pleased.
An upward gaze and
a hop later
Mr Sweet Pants found himself perched on a high wall, where he would soon receive treats and disappear only to reappear from another side.
Mr Puffy Pants who had by now disappeared suddenly reappeared sliding
down the high wall like a magnificent lion.
When I looked behind me I found this precious jaguar
and then this one fallen in the dirt.
Up above I heard the tss tss of a hummingbird (green over green).
In this space, our make-do woods, we did not need to say much, only  breathe and listen.
Cat boys must have been making wishes during those moments because within a short span the catnip man arrived to spread cheers of catnip,
pull some tails,
and rub furry legs.
Mr Sweet Pants asked me to refer to him as "the one who walks with his shadow" as he remembered his Native American ancestors
while Orangey followed him and his shadow
with his beautiful and inquisitive eyes.
Saturday afternoon, the cat boys were napping together indoors.  Hallelujah!

Today, the cat boys read this to me...and I was very pleased.



How I go to the woods

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore 
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds 
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of 
praying, as you no doubt have yours.  

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, 
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.” 




Cat boys wish you walks through the woods!

Ciao everyone!

Monday, March 9, 2015

What to do with one's fur day in and day out....

Ollie decided to show us how to adorn our hairs and furs if life got too boring...



Augustus did not want any part of this, and he thought his stripey fur needed no adornment.

Cat boys send love and best wishes...

Ciao!

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Early morning one day in March

Not all early mornings are created equal and every morning when we go out to check the neighborhood, our back yard, we go as if we are going there for the first time.

Usually Ollie and I go there first and then Gus joins us from the wall above.  Every morning he likes to go say hi to the neighbor across the wall, Pam.  I know he goes there because he smells like perfume and cigarettes.
This morning we were blessed with parrots again, a sight that I can never get enough of, and so there are a bunch of parrot photos in this post.

I love that they are so smart to go sit up high and bathe in the warming rays of the morning sun.

I love that they go from tree to tree with their squawks.  The pine tree looks like Christmas to me.

They are such big parrots.


Down below one intelligent cat has expertly camouflaged himself...that would be Mr Stripey of course.

Parrots again,
and parrot butts,
and sitting parrots.
Gingerella (Ollie) who both freaks readily and has to also make a get away without his brother noticing starts casually strolling away
making sure that our glances meet, and that means that you see where I am going.  Yes, I do.
I look out and the morning is in full swing.
The squirrel is watching.

I suppose I should share what us three discussed this morning, while the birds were squawking around us.

We thought about those things we consider to be the attributes of the soul (they would be like organs to the body), and they are:

1. perception
2. memory
3. imagination
4. abstraction
5. reason
6. judgement
7. consciousness
8. mental ability
9. will to act

The cat boys reviewed the list and decided that they were in a good place.  I wondered about #4 for them but they insisted they had it all covered.

We all wish you a delightful day and week.  Until next time...

Ciao from the cat boys!

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

....this was October two years ago...

Orangey was walking intently, I could tell from the expression on his face and his gait.
 The slanky Sweet Pants could not resist the urge
 to hide
 and perform a sneak attack.
Refreshed, the two followed me.


I made this post in October of 2013.  It is a good thing that sometimes I prepare draft blog posts for later use because lately I have not been able to do so.  It is interesting to go back in time just by clicking a few lines down the list of posts.  What were we thinking then?  What joys and cares surrounded us?  What did we do later that day?



"I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past." --Virginia Woolf

I think Virginia Woolf was on to something...yes, some beautiful emotions do expand and negative ones do fade away.

So here we are in 2015 living in a world that is crumpled in some places, and groaning in others, and yet beauty still exists here and there in unexpected places...

We hope that everyone is doing better than just well....cat boys always blow kisses into the air for those craving cat kisses, and they send you their best wishes!

Ciao everyone!

Thursday, December 4, 2014

He meowed to show me this...

That morning I was indoors and the door was open, the way it usually is.
I heard his repeated meows, gentle but persistent.  I finally decided that the cat was summoning, and so I went out to see Mr Sweet Pants with his lizard.

Wow!  "Good Boy", I said.  This must be his first lizard!
He looked at it,
touched it with gentle paws to make it move,
held it in place gently when it wanted to run away,
watched it with curiosity,
tried to engage it in some game!  This went on for quite some time.
I have to admit that I have yet to see a more relaxed lizard.
He picked it up gently to move to another place for chasing, he sniffed it and kissed it.
Clever boy placed his paw on the tail just to make sure.


A very lazy lizard, thought Augustus to himself.
Finally, he decided that this was not all that interesting, and shared this with me,


“Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled. You’ve got to relax, let it happen at times, and at others move forward with it.” 


which I found to be too profound for a cat.

Ollie thought that this was all too strange, and did not know what had to be touched and not strangled.

The two wondered "what next?"


I thought it interesting that their genetic information bank did not have much information on lizards but a lot on birds, fish and mice, bugs, butterflies and rabbits.

Cat boys sent you sweet greetings!

Ciao everyone!

PS- the lizard was not harmed and went its merry way later that day