Thursday, October 25, 2012


Moments slip by too fast and it is only in the company of the cat boys that that I find the dimensions of time. I am sure you know what I mean.  The space of time has to be filled with something sweet.

So it was with immense pleasure that busy as I was I stood still for some minutes and gazed at Mr Sweet Pants who winked at me that faithful afternoon.
He hadn't been in that spot long enough when his naughty brother Ollie had to walk over with his musical gait to check that specific section of the cement courtyard.
Ollie plopped himself on the ground and rolled back and forth pretending to be testing its hardness and warmth while in fact he just wanted to be near Gus,
to be in his space and time.
Naturally Gus pretended to not be aware of this big furry orange cat in his vicinity
which prompted Ollie to sing out loud so he would not miss him.  I was impressed. satisfied lion cat...I wanted to chuckle at his facial expressions but held back.
It became time to leave, two cat boys on their way to explore the boundaries of their kingdom.

I had many thoughts and yet no specific thoughts that I wanted to be bothered with.  I just wanted to be for some moments, like them, gentle and grand.

"Simply, the thing I am shall make me live."  (William Shakespeare)

Cat boys sent kisses and their best wishes for your days.

Ciao everyone!

Thursday, October 18, 2012


Though generally I try to explain what had transpired between the cat boys in our blog posts today I felt that this step was not necessary.

I knew that afternoon when we walked outside that the cat boys wanted to show me their grand inner selves. Mirrors they are not interested in, the light outside reveals all.

I knew exactly what the next moments would be, how I would feel when I would let my eyes follow their moves here and there, follow them and follow their reflections.

Mr Puffy Pants, who shall be called Honey Badger today, walked with his relatively heavy looking  shadow
and Snussle Guss accompanied his dynamic shadow
that stopped and then got stretched out
in various ways.

I admired their ability to see themselves in all honesty, the big cats inside that were participating in our lives as little pets.
Even the dry branch with a few dry leaves had an inside that showed in the revealing light of sun.
I tried to look a little at my inside and then I did not want to do that any more.  I wanted to be better, more refined.  I lacked so many things it seemed.
They wondered about in full honesty
and courage.
Here and there the rays of light played through the molecules and the leaves and the branches.
Here and there the snussle cats played sometimes two of them and other times four.


Cat boys made many kisses and blew them in the air for you with their best lions!

Ciao everyone!

Friday, October 12, 2012

I am not a cat whisperer I have come to find out...

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.
He looked.
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.

Ciao everyone!

Friday, October 5, 2012

This Captain's log...

is a little different from the earlier ones.
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!