October 28, 2014

While the evenings might give the impression that life is still in our household, judging by an upside down Mr Puffy Pants (aka Ollie and Gingerella),

and the boys/men in the family room defining a triangular plane,

and Mr Puffy Pants again, now fallen on another corner of the plane,

and Mr Sweet Pants, the precious one,

and the still plants out in the patio,

this impression is certainly not accurate.

Mr Sweet Pants had earlier the same morning brought home a present, which he dropped readily by the front gate of the condo.

Gingerella who was indoors with me heard the plop and ran out.
He did not need to go to any school to instantly recognize the fellow who was staring right back at him.

By then, I too discovered that a mouse was by our door and went out to make sure he would not enter our house.  I heard the big growl of the Orange one, and that made me laugh.

The boys grabbed the mouse and released it out in the greenery outside of our complex, and commenced playing.  They would let loose the mouse and grab him again until he found a way to disappear.

Augustus

and Ollie stayed there, patiently, silently,

behaving much like their ancestors would.

They roamed

and searched

and remained silent.  What a thrill!

It has been such a long time since we last visited, and it might be another long stretch before we visit again.  We frequently wonder how we had time to visit in the past and what happened because we continue to walk, meditate, read and reflect together as a family.  Well, no matter what, why, and how...the cat boys sent their best wishes.

We were reading this by the way.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea. (Eliot)

Boys love Eliot!  Cat boys send love!

Ciao everyone!