The wall monitors

at work.  It is another extraordinary morning that seems ordinary at first.  The neighborhood pigeons await the cat boys and the cat boys await the pigeons.

Mr Sweet Pants looked at Mr Puffy Pants.  They conversed with looks wondering if this was the right time to start the chase.

They gauged the heights...easy enough but what could be up there.

Meanwhile a sassy squirrel thought that he could go unnoticed!

Cat boys gave the synchronized incredulous look that exclaimed, '\"you are kidding, right?".

"I shall take care of you", said Mr Puffy Pants.  He is a decisive cat.

"Come to me...closer, closer"

"A little closer...closer..."

"Whaa?!!"

I asked Augustus what I should meditate on and he said:

"Meditate on what the poet hath written: "Wonder not, if my Best-Beloved be closer to me than mine own self; wonder at this, that I, despite such nearness, should still be so far from Him."... Considering what God hath revealed to man that "We are closer to man than his life-vein," the poet hath, in allusion to this verse, stated that, though the revelation of my Best-Beloved hath so permeated my being that He is closer to me than my life-vein, yet, notwithstanding my certitude of its reality and my recognition of my station, I am still so far removed from Him. By this he meaneth that his heart, which is the seat of the All-Merciful and the throne wherein abideth the splendor of His revelation, is forgetful of its Creator, hath strayed from His path, hath shut out itself from His glory, and is stained with the defilement of earthly desires.…Consider, moreover, how frequently doth man become forgetful of his own self, whilst God remaineth, through His all-encompassing knowledge, aware of His creature, and continueth to shed upon him the manifest radiance of His glory. It is evident, therefore, that, in such circumstances, He is closer to him than his own self. He will, indeed, so remain for ever, for, whereas the one true God knoweth all things, perceiveth all things, and comprehendeth all things, mortal man is prone to err, and is ignorant of the mysteries that lie enfolded within him...." (Gleanings_Baha'u'llah)

I needed that.

Cat boys went about their ways, one went to check the storm drain, and that would be Mr Puffy Pants, and the other went indoors for some reflection and plotting, Mr Sweet Pants. They both sent kisses with their sweet cat lips.

Ciao everyone!