I was searching through the photographic journal of my times with the cat boys trying to decide which moments to share, a task that I always find very difficult to do. Their every move is delightful to me. In my heart I am constantly sighing and ooing and aahing. I frequently squeeze them in my arms and kiss their cheeks.
Anyhow, the photos I chose are from last weekend when I had two separate dates with the cat boys in the catfields of our complex, the first with Mr Sweet Pants, who sat in the greens and let the light dance around him
The moments were so precious that I truly don't recall what the conversation was...I have heard of this condition.
Perhaps I asked him not to sneak attack his brother, or could it be that we both remembered the morning prior when the branches above were filled with music.
We may have even had profound discourses of spiritual significance. We may have talked about the physics of love and how when we gazed at each other with love our energy fields constructively interfered with each other creating powerful transforming waves.
Then we got up and got going and I remembered this in my head
"A drop of the billowing ocean of His endless mercy hath adorned all creation with the ornament of existence, and a breath wafted from His peerless Paradise hath invested all beings with the robe of His sanctity and glory. A sprinkling from the unfathomed deep of His sovereign and all-pervasive Will hath, out of utter nothingness, called into being a creation which is infinite in its range and deathless in its duration. The wonders of His bounty can never cease, and the stream of His merciful grace can never be arrested. The process of His creation hath no beginning, and can have no end. (Gleanings)
which he readily understood just by looking through my eyes.
Cat boys sent pawfuls of kisses and their best wishes for a happy weekend.