Thursday, November 18, 2010

When cats read poetry they get sleepy...

This morning we ended our walk with a little pause in the reflection garden...we stared and listened to the birds waking up.

Back indoors the cat boys requested poetry to be read to them....

We read this:

San Giovanni in Persiceto, 1983

Search is a journey
which the yearning
heart would like
to cover in a flash
whereas it’s long
and wearying.

And yet there is no time
there where the goal
knows no time,
a ghost existing
only in the traveller’s
deceptive mind.

And no stop exists
along that journey
which is moved by love,
though sometimes its progress
may seem so slow
as to be felt as standstill–
nay as regression–
by the longing lover.

And then I found the boys like this.

Usually they try every plot in their planning notebooks to get me to let them out again but today was different!

Before I left home they still remembered to fill their paws with lots of kisses and blew them in the air for YOU!

Ciao everyone!


  1. Caught mine, sending some to you, too :) xoxoxoxox!!!

  2. Uuuuuh..sunny, you made our day sunny! xoxo

  3. Aw, like that last pic- cute. Have a great day! xo

  4. awwww.
    love photos of sleepy cat boys.

    ['specially like the mental picture of you down on the floor at cat-eye level, shooting the photos....]

  5. Poetry can make me sleepy too. Kisses back to your boys.

  6. That is how I feel today--like curling up on a soft rug, chin-first.

    Weekend cat naps, here we come! Hope you have a wonderful one as well!

  7. Thank you everyone for your lovely comments...the cat boys and I wish you all a lovely weekend! xoxo