were standing Sylvester and MrSweetPants, I imagine they were enjoying the silence, the heat, the Sunday. For those who might not know, MrSweetPants is Augustus the cat.
The downward glance directed toward MrSweetPants told me that something was about to happen, we cannot have silence for too long. (I do understand of course because MrSweetPants is so irresistable.)
A little peck
turned into a love bite
and a fussy meow from fussy gussy.
Oh, what a babe!
Meanwhile in the urban thicket
was resting this lion, silently roaring in his forest of detachment.
He could bear no more and had to come see for himself.
I had to come up with something, a reading, a dance, a song, a story, these inquisitive minds were asking...and so I found in the Rumi book this:
The Lion who Hunted with the Wolf and the Fox.
A lion took a wolf and a fox with him on a hunting excursion, and succeeded in catching a wild ox, an ibex, and a hare. He then directed the wolf to divide the prey. The wolf proposed to award the ox to the lion, the ibex to himself, and the hare to the fox. The lion was enraged with the wolf because he had presumed to talk of "I" and "Thou," and "My share" and "Thy share" when it all belonged of right to the lion, and he slew the wolf with one blow of his paw. Then, turning to the fox, he ordered him to make the division. The fox, rendered wary by the fate of the wolf, replied that the whole should be the portion of the lion. The lion, pleased with his self-abnegation, gave it all up to him, saying, "Thou art no longer a fox, but myself."
Till man destroys "self" he is no true friend of God. (Rumi)Content, the cat boys listened, purred, and prepared pawfuls of kisses that were blown in the air for those in need of kisses.
Wishing all a happy last week of June, Ciao!