Those glances...

One of the most delightful parts of having feline playmates is the multiplicity of modes of communication. You might remember that we sometimes sit around in a circle to talk but we have our backs to each other yet our ears are pointed in the right direction. That happens to be a most favorite of mine.  It throws off us humans but not the cats.

The other is where we are directed towards each other but we link visually, we ask many questions from each other and answer them with more glances, perhaps a nod.  If the situation necessitates it one of us might give a little meows or get up and sit in a different direction.

So we sat that afternoon toward the back courtyard, heat still hanging in the air but the cement was wet and light was everywhere.

My glances bounced around, the hose, the water,

Mr Sweet Pants with his little lips,

the palm leaves reaching above

and reflected below.

Mr Puffy Pants was the experimentalist, he wanted to touch the palm

and then to taste the palm.  Slurp slurp with his little tongue.

He is very proud and so are we.

I recalled only briefly something I had read and shared it with the dudes:

Upon that glance which Jesus cast upon Peter as he went to the Cross probably hung the destinies of Christianity. Had it not been one of forgiveness and love Peter would not have gone out and "wept bitterly." Neither, in all probability, would he have died a martyr to the Cause of Him whom he denied in that moment of angry fear. Is it too much to go one step further and assert that the destinies of the world hung upon that moment of time when the eyes of Peter and His Master met and he read therein not what his soul knew he deserved but what God's mercy conferred as a bounty on His part.  

Portals to Freedom, Howard Colby Ives

Cat boys glanced at me and tried to influence my future.  I grabbed their little faces and kisses them.

Happy Tuesday everyone...ciao!