A Tuesday Morning in June_June 19th

I was going to show you some of the lumber that is strewn about the complex so you would know that we indeed have been having construction here for over 2 months now...a redoing of the entire roof of the complex, and now a redoing of the wooden walkways.  A lot of sawing and banging and noise from a compressor, workers in and out, and every thing in between.

How two cat boys can still find the courage to venture in and out, or to focus on their daily investigations and readings is beyond me!

I think it is only because their are superior cats and I am a puny human who cannot jump up the walls or put my leg over my head or sniff as expertly as they do.

This morning we did the street walk...noted a different bird, not the usual pigeons...

and the cat boys assumed their morning posts. One sits one way and the other sits the other way, always!  I sometimes pick up Mr Puffy Pants and turn him around so he'd know that he should check the street but I also wonder if the light gets into his eyes and he prefers to sit the other way for that reason.

They looked around and made it interesting.  I observed them while having little conversations with them.

After the street scene lost its interest we headed back in towards the back yard where the squirrels await us.  Today though the cat boys both ignored the squirrels.  They had found something interesting on the ground that required their examination.  Sherlock and his assistant...

We read a poem today, a long one...chosen by Mr Sweet Pants himself (he always reads my mind)

Good-Bye

BY RALPH WALDO EMERSON

Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home:

Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine.

Long through thy weary crowds I roam;

A river-ark on the ocean brine,

Long I've been tossed like the driven foam;

But now, proud world! I'm going home.

Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face;

To Grandeur with his wise grimace;

To upstart Wealth's averted eye;

To supple Office, low and high;

To crowded halls, to court and street;

To frozen hearts and hasting feet;

To those who go, and those who come;

Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home.

I am going to my own hearth-stone,

Bosomed in yon green hills alone, —

A secret nook in a pleasant land,

Whose groves the frolic fairies planned;

Where arches green, the livelong day,

Echo the blackbird's roundelay,

And vulgar feet have never trod

A spot that is sacred to thought and God.

O, when I am safe in my sylvan home,

I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;

And when I am stretched beneath the pines,

Where the evening star so holy shines,

I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,

At the sophist schools, and the learned clan;

For what are they all, in their high conceit,

When man in the bush with God may meet?

Mr Puffy Pants seemed to enjoy.

Cat boys sent pawfuls of kisses and their love.

Ciao everyone!

Late afternoon before Friday arrived....

we three went out to the back yard, which incidentally has turned into a construction/destruction zone these days, to soak up some gentle rays of sun, to shoot the breeze, and to reflect together.

Augustus savored his newly discovered treat with pleasure,

yum, yum he indicated to me.

Ollie, Mr Puffy Pants, was full...he was enjoying the cooler grass in the presence of his big brother nearby when

trouble descended down the tree.

Ollie took immediate note and did not need to think about what he had to do.

Look at him go...he sprung into a full chase and

he meant business yesterday,

not realizing that all the while I was admiring his Puffy Pants.

He returned satisfied, lion like,

and gave me the glance that only I can interpret.  I foresee sleepless nights for myself.

Mr Puffy Pants

and Mr Sweet Pants

then assumed a posture of learning and reflected on this:

"O My Friends!
Walk ye in the ways of the ways of the good pleasure of the Friend, and know that His pleasure is in the pleasure of His creatures...."  (The Hidden Words)

Cat boys wish you a weekend of sweet pleasures, and to make sure that it is so they sent you pawfuls of kisses!

Ciao!

The Dos Equis Cats....

He meditates on command and beams his brother

high up the wall...

 Ollie bird...

He wonders how he got up the wall?!?

 He sends me cat messages that only I understand.

...

 He displays his full stature so we'd know who we were dealing with,
and yet he does not need to roar. His inner lion is showing through.

 The neighborhood birds line up in his awe,

 and they hush when he looks at them.

 Sweet Pants gives me the sweet look...proud of his naughtiness...

 Sweet Pants is coming for a kiss...

I meditated on this today:

"O Son of Being!
With the hands of power I made thee and with the fingers of strength I created thee: and within thee have I placed the essence of My light.  Be thou content with it and seek naught else, for My work is perfect and My command binding.  Question it not, nor have a doubt thereof."

                                                                                                   (The Hidden Words)

Wishing you all kitty kisses and a beautiful day!  Ciao!

walking the sacred path...

"[The Old People] would gather words as they walked a sacred path across the Earth, leaving nothing behind but prayers and offerings."                                                   ---- Cleone Thunder, NORTHERN ARAPAHOE 


 I really don't have anything to say.  Thoughts filter in and out of my head.  This is kind of normal after a period of intense work. I suppose it is a way to re-gain balance.  Do you experience the same?


In case you did not know, I love cats, most cats, big and small, fierce in heart and in action, and I also have an unusual weakness for cat paws, not to mention cat lips and cat ears.  Anyhow, the paws above walk the sacred path every day, and I can only smile when I see them.


Chief Puffy Pants and Chief Sweet Pants sent you kisses with their furry paws.   Enjoy!


Ciao everyone!

Surrendering to the moments....

In the not too far distance was seated a demure dove, totally unalarmed by the cat dudes.

A gentle early evening when light falls in patches here and there reminding us all to surrender.

Mr Sweet Pants ...

Mr Puffy Pants....

Cat boys selected this for meditation:

"If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments."
                                                                                                            -Anne Morrow Lindberg


In other news cat dudes meowed their appreciation for their friends who stopped by to say hi.  They missed you all very much and so they made extra special kisses this morning.  Wishing you all a great week!

Ciao everyone!

2 cat boys have been biting my ankles

to post a blog.
They and I miss our daily/weekly visits to our friends around the world.
We all missed YOU.

So I will not bore you with the gory details, this, that and the other...but here we are.  We have been walking in and out of the complex because of unending repairs, rediscovering old paths that appear new.  Early mornings are somewhat sunny here.  Mr Puffy Pants likes to go out and take an early morning look of what the day would be like.

I asked him to pose for you and so he gave me his regal profile.  Rest assured that I have kissed his funny face many times daily during our absence.

I fussed a bit too much over him and he gave me his Vulcan look!

These flower pots remain one of my favorite sites, the impatiens that ever delights.

Mr Sweet Pants wanted to know what all the camera clicking was all about.

He sent me love glances while pretending that he was attached to a chariot.

Here he is posing for you just you would not forget what his front parts looked like.

Our reflection times are no longer regular but still do we find the time to meditate together.  The selection below was Gus' choice from the Persian Prophet, Baha'u'llah:

"O Friend! The heart is the dwelling of eternal mysteries, make it not the home of fleeting fancies; waste not the treasure of thy precious life in employment with this swiftly passing world.  Thou comest from the world of holiness- bind not thine heart to the earth; thou are a dweller in the court of nearness- choose not the homeland of the dust."


I had to give Gus extra kisses for his selection.  Was I too preoccupied with things that were not all that important?

Cat boys sent you huge pawfuls of kisses...happy Friday everyone!

Ciao!

A day in our complex...

At times this place can be beautiful...only in subtle ways!

 

The other day spring got into me or maybe it was fatigue. On the way home the notion came to me to stop by a nursery and get some plants and a poky object. At the nursery,I immediately bonded with the saleswoman as I readily shared her frustration with the disorderliness of the counter. In return she encouraged me to do the experiments that I had in mind, which were to poke random holes around the back yard and to plant random plants here and there just to see what would happen. And this all came about because an earlier day a neighbor started pulling out these plants (see below) that I thought were beautiful but she called them pesky weeds. I felt embarrassed that I had been so proud of them.

   

So I called upon the neighbor and we spontaneously did some gardening in a primitive way that cave men would do, which would be with poky objects and random planning.  The gardening gave us a craving for McDonalds food, which was generously supplied by husband. We felt good.

 

The precious cat boys enjoyed the moments looking this way and that in the cool early evening.

I caught them sitting together

looking

looking

looking.

I shared with them this

William A. Sigler said...

"This reminds me (in a good way) of The Far Field by Theodore Roethke:

“At the field's end, in the corner missed by the mower,
Where the turf drops off into a grass-hidden culvert,
Haunt of the cat-bird, nesting-place of the field-mouse,
Not too far away from the ever-changing flower-dump,
Among the tin cans, tires, rusted pipes, broken machinery, --
One learned of the eternal…”"

a comment that I read on the blog of one of my favorites  Hannah Stephenson.

I think I felt the eternal briefly.

Cat boys sent pawfuls of smooches and I sent you best wishes!

Ciao everyone!