Cat boys took me through our woods...

It was March 14th and we were not thinking of the date for any particular reason, maybe only to fix a date on the warm space between us.

The surroundings were quiet, filled only and mostly with those sounds that cats hear.  The cat boys were in good form as evidenced by their walking together, and so I felt pleased.

An upward gaze and

a hop later

Mr Sweet Pants found himself perched on a high wall, where he would soon receive treats and disappear only to reappear from another side.

Mr Puffy Pants who had by now disappeared suddenly reappeared sliding

down the high wall like a magnificent lion.

When I looked behind me I found this precious jaguar

and then this one fallen in the dirt.

Up above I heard the tss tss of a hummingbird (green over green).
In this space, our make-do woods, we did not need to say much, only  breathe and listen.

Cat boys must have been making wishes during those moments because within a short span the catnip man arrived to spread cheers of catnip,

pull some tails,

and rub furry legs.

Mr Sweet Pants asked me to refer to him as "the one who walks with his shadow" as he remembered his Native American ancestors

while Orangey followed him and his shadow

with his beautiful and inquisitive eyes.

Saturday afternoon, the cat boys were napping together indoors.  Hallelujah!

Today, the cat boys read this to me...and I was very pleased.

“How I go to the woods

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single

friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore 

unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds 

or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of 

praying, as you no doubt have yours.  

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit

on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, 

until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost

unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love

you very much.” 

― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

Cat boys wish you walks through the woods!

Ciao everyone!