He meowed to show me this...

That morning I was indoors and the door was open, the way it usually is.
I heard his repeated meows, gentle but persistent.  I finally decided that the cat was summoning, and so I went out to see Mr Sweet Pants with his lizard.

Wow!  "Good Boy", I said.  This must be his first lizard!

He looked at it,

touched it with gentle paws to make it move,

held it in place gently when it wanted to run away,

watched it with curiosity,

tried to engage it in some game!  This went on for quite some time.

I have to admit that I have yet to see a more relaxed lizard.

He picked it up gently to move to another place for chasing, he sniffed it and kissed it.

Clever boy placed his paw on the tail just to make sure.

A very lazy lizard, thought Augustus to himself.

Finally, he decided that this was not all that interesting, and shared this with me,

“Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled. You’ve got to relax, let it happen at times, and at others move forward with it.” 

― Ray Bradbury

which I found to be too profound for a cat.

Ollie thought that this was all too strange, and did not know what had to be touched and not strangled.

The two wondered "what next?"

I thought it interesting that their genetic information bank did not have much information on lizards but a lot on birds, fish and mice, bugs, butterflies and rabbits.

Cat boys sent you sweet greetings!

Ciao everyone!

PS- the lizard was not harmed and went its merry way later that day

Loving those cat boys with all my might...

It was a rare quiet moment one November morning, and might I add that not many people know the actual value nor the meaning of quiet.  I was invited to go out for a roam, something the neighbors still find odd after all these years.  Some cat things were done, including cat kisses,

cat strolls in seemingly random directions,

expressions of astonishment at a thought that might pop into one's head for no reason,

expressions of curiosity at what the other kitty was thinking about.

I captured a shot of this rose just to pretend that I was admiring roses and not really loving those cat boys will all my might.

So some days in future when I look back on this day, I will know that it was marked not by where I lived and what the skies were like that day but by the quiet love that permeated the surroundings, by the richness of the animal human bond that was gifted to me.

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.” 

― Anatole France

Cat boys send you December greetings!

Ciao everyone!