Monday, August 31, 2009

Weekend of Fires and Smoke...

The Southern CA fire is ever expanding, controlled in some places and expanding in others. Saturday night we could clearly see the flames glowing in our northern foothills. The photo below is an iphone snap shot and unfortunately fuzzy; however, it shows the firy slope of hills to our north.
I think the catboys know something is up but they are not extremely sensitive to the smoke as I had hoped.  I watered the courtyard so their little paws would not feel too hot although this weather is entirely too much for furry Ollie.

Early Sunday morning... a red glowing sunrise, and a lot of smoke.  Cat boys have to investigate but I am not about to stay out too long.  Too much smoke.

Later in the day the smoke rises and it is easier to breathe; however, there is still a big fire raging in the mountains and smoke everywhere. 

Augustus resumed business as usual; however, Ollie felt this was too much for him and so he spent a good deal of time under the bed.

We read a small passage for our weekend meditation:

O SON OF BEING! Busy not thyself with this world, 
for with fire We test the gold,
and with gold We test Our servants. (Hidden Words)

Happy Monday to all and stay away from smoke...


Friday, August 28, 2009

The only fire the cat boys should know...

should be the fire of love!
New fires were burning in La Canada last night and here's what I saw as I was driving to a meeting at 8 p.m.  The clouds of smoke are descending.
Here's another shot of the smoke behind the beautiful palm trees.
Before leaving I told the boys to cover their noses because they insisted on staying out and playing.  Here's baby August listening, 
and here's baby Ollie who quickly went by a fire hydron indicating that he is prepared for any fire.
The evening being stressful for Ollie, I found him like this in the bedroom last night.

This morning the clouds had diffused and descended further into our town.
Ollie came down the street with me to sit in the lawns (ahemm) of the unkept house.  It reminds him of his ancestral fathers in the Savannah while August could not join us because there was another cat in the courtyard that needed scolding and foofing.

Upon returning to the condo I told both cat boys that they were not safe around any physical fires, having all that fur, whiskers, and delicate paw pads.  We then reviewed a passage that we had read earlier on "the fire of love" and this reading gave them endless pleasure.

O My Brother! Until thou enter the Egypt of love, thou shalt never come to the Joseph of the Beauty of the Friend; and until, like Jacob, thou forsake thine outward eyes, thou shalt never open the eye of thine inward being; and until thou burn with the fire of love, thou shalt never commune with the Lover of Longing. (Valley of Love in The Seven Valleys)

Cat love and kisses are coming your way...


Thursday, August 27, 2009

A result of their own volition...

Following our reading on 'craftsmanship' being one of the divine sciences the precious cat boys came up with some ideas but I am not sure if they are entirely on the right track.
Thinking of it their beautiful furry paws may not be optimally suited for crafts, perhaps I should let them tread their mysterious, self-defined paths. But then again I think they could get into drama, singing, or gymnastics. ?!?

In this photo Augustus is doing a sitting pose as a debut into modeling career.

Here's Ollie who can either work for DEA or become a florist.

Here's August showing that he can be a security guard but I am not too keen on that.

Ferocious ginger can also be a guard, but who are we kidding, he is too cute for that.

And finally, here is Gussy Guss modeling mummy's necklace from the wonderful NoisyPlume.  I think we are back to modeling.
There are many other possibilities that will be revealed gradually.  For now, the boys and I decided to start the day with this reading.

"Unto each one hath been prescribed a pre-ordained measure, as decreed in God's mighty and guarded Tablets. All that which ye potentially possess can, however, be manifested only as a result of your own volition. Your own acts testify to this truth." (Gleanings 149)

The furry little dudes found this reading very useful because they are very aware of their innate talents (gymnastics, yoga, hunting, reading, music, comedy, and certainly drama, to name only a few) and are going to start working on them immediately. No inertia holds these boys back!

Wishing all a happy Thursday free from inertia and cat kisses for encouragement!


Wednesday, August 26, 2009

'Is this Weary Wednesday?'

the cat boys ask me. Smoke is everywhere, well not big smoke but the smell of the burning Los Angeles fire is in the sky. No animals around for the cat boys to chase, no dogs there for them to taunt, no squirrels, no birds. What are they to do? Augustus has been complaining, little discontented meows. They wanted to know if it could get more boring and I assured them that it could.
So the three of us sit on one side of the street for a little while,
and then we go to the other side.

Gussy and Ginger check a few automobiles,

and look back to the other side.

We agree that this was a perfect time to read. The little boys sit even though the air is nasty. They are listening carefully.

I chose the topic of craftsmanship because I like to interest the boys in crafts although they much prefer yoga and gymnastics. Here's what we read:

"One of the names of God is the Fashioner. He loveth craftsmanship. Therefore any of His servants who manifesteth this attribute is acceptable in the sight of this Wronged One. Craftsmanship is a book among the books of divine sciences, and a treasure among the treasures of His heavenly wisdom. This is a knowledge with meaning, for some of the sciences are brought forth by words and come to an end with words."(Baha'u'llah in Compilation of compilations)

The boys really enjoyed the reading and decided to return home to discuss it among themselves.

A smoke-free Wednesday to all embellished with cat kisses...

Monday, August 24, 2009

Reaching the State of Joyfulness...

At first we were outdoors, for a long time,

and then we came indoors.

I was planning to sit and read with the boys but the gaze is his eyes, Ginger snap of course, is telling me that he is in another zone. August too is straddling the stairway wall and staring ahead in a daze, probably indicating that he too cannot concentrate as his little cat mind reviews the day. As a result we did not read but had we wanted to read we would have thought about the virtue of joyfulness.

"Joy gives us wings! In times of joy our strength is more vital, our intellect keener, and our understanding less clouded. We seem better able to cope with the world and to find our sphere of influence." (Paris Talks)

I think cat boys are in a state of joyfulness, and judging by the way they lead me around, they also have found their sphere of influence.

Wishing all a joyful Monday and cat kisses from afar...


Friday, August 21, 2009

Read our eyes...

they tell me. 'The weekend is almost here, we know."
And it is so very true, cat boys do know when the weekend is. They cannot tell most weekdays apart but they do know Friday, Saturday and Sunday. And so they wait and they are ready.

"Everyone should carefully observe which way his heart draws him, and then choose that way with all his strength." - Jewish Proverb

A fabulous Friday and cat kisses throughout...


Thursday, August 20, 2009

'The steroids in my food made me do it.'

That's what Ollie babe says each time he is overcome by the urge to wrestle Augustus. He should know by now that this is not a good idea. Slender as is our calm little August, he does not give into Ollie, aka Mr Puffy Pants, who outweighs him by several pounds. Oh well, Puffy Pants comes from the tribe of warrior-type Indians, in fact Chief Puffy Pants is his Indian name. His extreme cuteness did not earn him a spot in the ranks of high warrior Indians, so he left dismayed. His tribesmen did not know what was hidden behind those seemingly quiet hazel eyes but we know. These photos are from last evening, he fought his urges and lost.

Following the cat-tangle Ollie and I had some quiet moments of reflection where I read sat down and spoke with him. His challenge is to beautify his acts with love, compassion and kindness. Mine is to be firm with him and not fall for his cuteness,

So we meditated upon this for tranquillity.

In the city of Brahman is a secret dwelling,
the lotus of the heart...
As great as the infinite space beyond
Is the space within the lotus of the heart.
(The Chandogya Upanishad, Hindu Teaching)

Wishing all a tranquil Thursday adorned with cat kisses.


Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Training their musical ears!

As cat boys grow up new talents must be developed and refined. August and Ollie are now listening to soothing music." width="300"/>

This song, by the talented and young artist Eric Harper, is in Portuguese. It is actually a prayer which happens to be a favorite of Ollie and August. On these changing summer days they like to hear it.

Teu nome é minha cura,
Ó meu Deus,
E a lembrança de Ti,
Meu remédio.
…ó meu Deus,
E a lembrança de Ti,
Meu remédio.
Aproximar-me de Ti
É minha esperança,
E meu amor por Ti,
Meu companheiro.

“Thy name is my healing, O my God, and remembrance of Thee is my remedy. Nearness to Thee is my hope, and love for Thee is my companion.” – Bahá’u’lláh

Cat boys hope you enjoyed the music and they send you cat kisses!


Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Cat boys are taking a blog break! Orwell saved the day! And it was all love!

Some years ago I was sitting at our local Pete's coffee shop and a lady brought a basket with two kittens in it. One had a pink bow and the other a blue. I had never had kittens growing up, only dogs. So I went over, checked out these fellows and thought, O my, they are irresistable!
Well, at the time we lived in an ugly apartment on a busy street and I was not sure if adopting a cat was such a good idea, so I talked myself out of it, and went back to my table. I was reading an article and had some sort of coffee or tea on my table. I got back to reading but kept an eye on the basket, the kittens, and the people who were stopping by and checking these kittens. I noticed from the distance that someone picked up one of the kittens. At that very moment I leapt out of my chair, went over to the woman and got the little boy kitten.
My husband was flying overseas or out of town that day. I just called him as he was on the way to airport to let him know that we now had a kitten. I took this little fellow home, to the ugly apartment which we used to call the Marengo Mansions, and that very night I discovered that the little dude was covered with fleas, OMG. So most of the evening I was washing and cleaning and trying to discover how to deal with so many fleas.
At night I did not let him into the bedroom because I was afraid the flea wash may not have been thorough. He stayed in the only living room of the apartment. Morning come, I looked out to check for him. He was cuddled on an ugly chair and seemed to be afraid of me. He ran over to our ugly sofa and instantly peed on this copy of Orwell paperback that was laying there and a calculator. Orwell saved me. Not a drop of pee got anywhere, just all soaked up by Orwell.
Anyhow, the story is long but I found some photos of this dude whom we had namedFugus, the sandkitten. Eventually we had to give him to my in-laws because the apartment complex would not let us keep Fugus. Fugus flew to Hastings, Nebraska and joined Filmore, a handsome and quite big grey Siamese.

This is baby Fugus who traveled to San Diego with me the day after being adopted. I got him a huge flea-necklace and took him to Starbucks.

Here he is drinking milk at Starbucks. Incidentally, I did not have a real camera then, only a cardsized instant thing, which should explain the lousy photo quality.

This is baby Fugus in our ugly apartment. He did not complain.

This is Fugus at our in-laws. He likes the big house. The furnished basement filled with toys is the cat condo. Boys sleep there at night.

And here is a grown up Fugus, loves the outdoors, the birds and the bunnies and everything else.

We loved this little fellow and boy was it difficult to part with him. He now has a great brother and a live-in vet.

Love gives life to the lifeless. Love lights a flame in the heart that is cold. Love brings hope to the hopeless and gladdens the hearts of the sorrowful.
In the world of existence there is indeed no greater power than the power of love. When the heart of man is aglow with the flame of love, he is ready to sacrifice all—even his life.
(Paris Talks)

Boys send all cat kisses and best wishes for a lovely Tuesday....