I am not even sure how to begin this post it has been so long, or so it seems. I think I only managed to take a cursory look at a few posts twice this week, we all felt deprived of the company of our friends we have gotten so used to seeing and saying hi to.
It is good to be busy...moving...alive...challenged...flexing and adapting...doing and thinking. And on this gorgeous day I am not going to suggest that one should balance things. Let them remain unbalanced because surely they will balance eventually.
I have not been playing cat paparazzi much these days because doodle 1 and doodle 2 have been unmanageable. I am so glad I did not quit my job for that position of lion handler in the circus. Let's face it I was considering myself a cat whisperer and that I am not. When I know something it is usually because one of the two fur balls has spelled it out for me, now I find this.
On that particular afternoon I was trying to round up the cats by the neighbor's front door because she wanted a picture of the boys to send to her friends in England. I called Mr Puffy Pants but did not share with him that this would be a photo shoot.
His round body took little ballerina steps towards me
and down the side of the wall
and with a hop he landed on the
ledge, never making a sound that a human could hear
only a sound that another superior CAT could hear. Mr Sweet Pants turned around with that
sort of a look that was uninterpretable to me.
Then the other one looked.
Then Mr Sweet Pants burst into singing out loudly, something neither of us expected.
I finally called the meeting asking them to assume the posture of listening but having not specified which way to gaze I got their backs, and those backs to me are as adorable as the fronts
so I read:
"Say: Naught is seen in My temple but the Temple of God, and in My beauty but His Beauty, and in My being but His Being, and in My self but His Self, and in My movement but His Movement, and in My acquiescence but His Acquiescence, and in My pen but His Pen, the Mighty, the All-Praised. There hath not been in My soul but the Truth, and in Myself naught could be seen but God." (The Summons of the Lord of Hosts)
Cat boys enjoyed the reading and reflected on it while sniffing plants. They sent you happy weekend wishes and many many kisses.
The first thing to make note of is that I cannot call it a Captain's Log because I have been demoted, or at least I feel that way. So on that afternoon that we walked towards the back I made note of the vine crawling the wall,
the light that poured through the tiny tough pine leaves
and the soft waving palm.
I took a good look at this pot of jade and impatiens that happens to be a personal favorite,
and then my eyes fell on our precious cat boys, perhaps I need to call them cat men?!
That thought had not left my head that Mr Sweet Pants indicated how much he would like to have a hat made of jade leaves, a sort of cat beret for when he goes on his reconnaissance missions, and I naturally had to agree that he had the right idea.
Then he relaxed and went into his own world, that place where he can sit undisturbed, and that is the second thing to note, his desire to be treated as an adult while still enjoying some private sweet talks!
Brother Ollie, Mr Puffy Pants, who was listening from in front of him could not resist
a big laugh but it was of the silent and fast type
so Augustus would not know what happened. I admired him for his sensitivity towards
his brother who is now becoming a young cat man.
Ollie wasn't sure what a cat man was
but he went along.
I chose to end this log with a passage for reflection from our favorite Hidden Words:
O SON OF THE THRONE! Thy
hearing is My hearing, hear thou therewith. Thy sight is My sight, do thou see
therewith, that in thine inmost soul thou mayest testify unto My exalted
sanctity, and I within Myself may bear witness unto an exalted station for thee. (Baha'u'llah) Cat boys sent love and kisses and best wishes for a happy weekend! Ciao!