What Cats Care About ❤️ A Kitty Sympurrsium

 

Well, something approximating this meeting!

            “Is everyone here, and listening,” said Toots to the usual crew members in PurrSpace™.
            “Well, I certainly am,” said Suzy, who was just waking up from a long nap in hiding. “So. What’s the question on the table today? I think I slept through the notice.”
            “YO!” said Buddy. “I heard it! We’re going to talk about what cats care about!”
            “Oh, that should be fun,” said Charley, who had just tuned in. “I, for one, would love to have a say!”
            “I’m here too,” said Sammie.
            “I’m here!” yelled Sweetie.
            “Me too,” said Booker.
            “It’s better to listen than yell, you two,” said Suzy, giving the kids a look. They both broke out in muffled giggles.
            “I know what I care about!” said Mr. Baby.
            “No doubt,” muttered Suzy under her breath….
            “Alright! Let’s begin then,” said Toots, who was in charge this time. “Most of you have spoken up. I know Serena is listening. Hi, Serena!
            “What we’re about here is a re-examination of assumptions. ‘Everybody’ knows what cats like, don’t they? But, ask yourselves, is that really all? A warm spot to sleep in? Decent food and clean water? Shelter and safety? Yes, those are important base level considerations, but isn’t there more?”
            “I’ll go first,” said Sammie. Everyone sat up straight because she always had something important and brief to say. “We cats desire knowledge above all things, and the wisdom to apply it! We will not spare any effort in our attempts to gain knowledge!”
            “That’s called snooping!” giggled Sweetie into his paw. “I like caves best of all! Nice cool caves full of food!”
            “Me too,” laughed Booker right out loud. “M’WOW!”
            “Order!” said Toots, but she was smiling. “Mr. Baby, you mentioned knowing what you cared about? Would you like to speak?”
            “I would,” said Mr. Baby. “Freedom. That’s what I care about. Is that not the true essence? To be free to walk in freedom? To listen to the wind’s calling and to follow at will? I ask you, can food and shelter beat that?”
            There was silence and then general purring of assent, as each heart asked itself if there was anything better to be desired in life.
            “Yes, a strong point,” agreed Buddy, “But sometimes freedom is a lonely place! The wind calls but that’s all. Isn’t there something else? Something more? Isn’t there some remedy for the essential alone-ness of life, even a free life?”
            “Knowledge, wisdom, and freedom are on the table,” said Toots. “But then, as Buddy says, we must confront loneliness. Is there a remedy? What are we missing here?”
            “I know!” said Sweetie, waving his paw wildly.
            “Me too!” yelled Booker, loudly.
            “It’s love, isn’t it, you kids? You know why you know that? It’s because love is all you’ve ever known in your short lives!
            “You’ve been handled gently, held and stroked. No one has ever harmed you, or even yelled at you. Well, not much. You guys need to stop leaping in the fridge. I’d yell at you too….
            “You are thought of constantly. You are praised, and always given consideration. Those are manifestations of the heart, little guys. Love is what you are, and what informs your life. Now, we older cats must admit that though our lives have had some ups and downs, that the greatest thing is that we know we are loved..” Suzy finished speaking with a little tear in her eye.
            “Yeah, you’re right, Suzy,” said Mr. Baby. “Freedom without love to come home to would be empty and meaningless.”
            “That’s right,” said Buddy. “When I suddenly feel alone, I just yell, and he runs to me, and I know then that all is well again.”
            Sammie laughed and said, “How about the knowledge of love? The best knowledge of all, and the wisdom to see it that way!”
            “I was going to list some complaints,” said Charley. “But I won’t, because no matter what crazy thing happens, or where I find myself I know they love me. How can I complain?”
            “What wise cats you all are, even those two younglings! I am so impressed with your wisdom, and knowledge, and your perceptions. I ask only one more thing! I hope that you will all return love in kind to those who care for you!”
            PurrSpace™ was filled with contented purring. Eyes began to close and it seemed as if napping was the next order of business.
            “I think this meeting is just about over,” said Toots, “How about you, Suzy?” But Suzy was already asleep, so Toots just called it, and the signal dropped. Everyone went about their own business, which in Sweetie and Booker’s case involved a lot of giggling and shoving each other!

❤️Mrrrt!❤️

🍁🐈🐈‍⬛🖤A Kittens' Tale 🖤🐈‍⬛🐈🍁

            When I woke it took a minute to remember where I was; Koba’s basket bed. Then I remembered all that had happened since I left the stump nest and my mother and my sisters. I began to cry. I knew I was safe here, but I missed them terribly.
            The boy woke and held me in his arms as I cried. Soon his mother came to look, and then the father. The father was very tall and covered in soft brown hair. He might have looked frightening to someone else, but I saw his kind brown eyes, and his smile, and that smile calmed me so that I was able to stop crying and look around inside the house. I had never seen such a place. Much was confusing to my eyes then, but the effect was much like a small forest of alder trees, full of interesting objects.
            “He needs a name,” said Koba, as he held me against his heart where I could hear it beating. He was looking earnestly at his father.
            A voice I came to know later as Twigg’s voice, low, gentle, and soft, said, “Yes, he should have a name. That’s right. What do you think it should be?”
            “Fish! He liked the fish. Is that a good name?” said the boy. His father smiled down at him.
            “That’s pretty good. Fish. Hm. Let’s think some more,” said Twigg. “Where did you find him?”
            “Out in the meadow, Daddy!” said Koba.
            “What was there with him?” said Twigg.
            “Grass. Flowers. Birds,” said Koba.
            “What else do you know about him?” asked Twigg. I still didn’t really know what the word ‘name’ meant, but I was very interested in this conversation.
            “I think he was lost and he was making a sad little noise. That’s how I found him, when he was making that noise,” said Koba.
            “So, he needs a happy name, to cheer him up,” said the mother, Leely.
            “Happy!” crowed Koba. “Can we call him Happy?”
            “What do you think about Joey, because it sounds like Joy?” said Twigg.
            Leely and Koba laughed because it was such a good idea and they knew it. That’s how I came to be called Joey. I realized pretty quickly that the word Joey was my special word, a name in fact.
            Then we all ate more fish cooked in butter on a round wooden table with chairs for them, and I just ate on the table because I was still so small. I had more water too.
            While it was still light outside, Koba and I went out of the doorway to look around a little and he ran and I tried to catch him. He was much faster than me with my little short legs, but we had fun, until I looked into the meadow again and started thinking about my sweet lost mother and my three little sisters.
            It was so sad that I started to cry again. Then Koba cried too because he didn’t know what to do or what was wrong with me.
            Twigg came to the door and when he saw what was happening, he said, “Tomorrow we must try to find his family, so that he can be like his name!”
            I didn’t understand their speech yet, though I would soon, but I understood that the father wanted to help me, so I was comforted. I slept that night with Koba in his basket bed with hope in my heart. I felt love all around me as I drifted off to sleep near Koba, just listening to his breathing.

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🐈🐈‍⬛A Kitten's Tale🐈‍⬛🐈

For display purposes only!

          Our nest was under an old stump in a meadow. There, my mother gave birth to me and three others. I am the only son, and I was first born. I am striped and I have spots too.
            Our time together there was very nice. When mother was hunting, we waited for her, as quietly as stones or flowers. That was her instruction, to make no sound. Mother put me in charge when she went out to hunt. I took it very seriously. My three sisters obeyed me and all went well during our time together under the old dead stump.
            Among ourselves, cats don’t have names. That’s not how we know each other. It’s appearance and scent, and even sometimes, in the dark, a typical mew or purr. So when I set out into the world, I was known by no name, such as speakers use.
            Midsummer came, and I was out using my legs a little. Mother was home under the stump with my sisters, who were not ready to go abroad yet. So, I was alone. I had never been alone before.
            It was so entrancing out in the open meadow that I just kept walking! I made little burrows in among tall grass stalks. I climbed over sticks and rocks and vines. I climbed into a huckleberry bush, and I was astounded to see all that lay before me.
            After a while I thought of my mother and realized that I had become hungry. I no longer had her scent to follow home. One way seemed much like another. So, I walked. I suppose I thought that if I kept going, that I would find her, or at least her scent, or she would find me!
            It was not to be.
            I walked, and I cried out too, for a long time, but I was truly alone, except for a few robins and crows, who were no help at all. I saw some insects, but they have no power to help at all.
            After all this searching, I came upon a strange thing. I didn’t understand what it was. It was a ring of trees pulled together at their tops where they seemed to be woven together. There was a circle of rocks at the bottom of these trees, and there was what I knew later to be a door in this strange sight. I didn’t fear it, I was too desperate. Maybe there would be help here.
            My cries must have been noticed by someone, for a very amazing thing happened. Now, I knew the sun; I knew what the moon looked like, and my little eyes had even discerned stars very far away. But it seemed that a star came to me then, with tears in my eyes alone in the meadow.
            It was blue and gentle. It caused no fear. It came down near to me and rested near the ground. It was the color of the sky, but deeper blue, and maybe the size of the full moon seen from the ground.
            It moved over the grass a few inches and waited. I followed. Then it moved again and stopped again. I followed. I was beginning to understand that I was to follow it. So, slowly this blue star led me to the very doorway of the strange thing made of woven trees. I really had no choice except to follow and hope for the best.
            I followed the blue star through the doorway.
            As I followed it in, its light faded and in its place was what I later came to know was a child, a boy. He turned and smiled at me, and he said, “What a good kitty you are!”
            He was just bending to stroke me, which was a new experience, when a much larger person, who was smooth and hairless, wearing a dress, saw us there together.
            “Koba, my son, what have you got there?” she said.
            “I found a kitty crying in the meadow, Mama,” said the boy. “I think he needs us!”
            “You are right. He looks thirsty and hungry!” said the woman, who I found out later was a mother, in fact, the boy Koba’s mother. I felt safe because she was a mother.
            Koba got a bowl, and the mother poured water from a jug into the bowl, and Koba set it down before me. Now, I had never lapped water before, since my sole drink and food had been my mother’s milk. However, the woman knelt and splashed the water a little and then touched my mouth with a wet finger, and I made the connection and learned to lap water right there. I was so relieved to have just a drink that when I had lapped a bit longer, I just sat with my eyes closed and rested.
            “He’s hungry, Mama,” said Koba.
            “I know, but I bet he hasn’t had solid food yet. Let me think,” said the mother. “Maybe he could eat a little fish if I break it up for him.”
            Later I learned that her name was Leely. Leely saved my life that day, and I will never forget it, or that Koba found me and led me to her.
            She got a little plate and on it she put some pieces of cooked fish broken up into small flakes.                She placed the plate before me. I sniffed it and walked around the plate because I knew it must be food but had never eaten solid food before.
            Koba took a little flake of the fish and showed me that he put it in his mouth. I took courage from his demonstration and took a bit into my mouth too. It was a revelation. It was so good that I ate all of the small plate of food.
            “Now he will be sleepy,” said Leely.
            “Can he sleep in my bed?” said Koba.
            “Yes, why don’t you put him to bed,” she said kindly.
            Koba carried me to a sort of big basket full of soft cloth things. I didn’t know about quilts yet. He laid me carefully in the basket bed. He said, “Go ahead and sleep. We will take of you.”
            As I was dropping off to sleep, I heard Koba tell his mother that I needed a name.
            I felt safe for the first time since I had become lost.
            “When your daddy comes home, you and he can name the kitten, Koba. I think that would be very nice,” said Leely, “Don’t you?”
            “Yes!” said Koba. “I think I will go sleep with the kitten while I wait for Daddy,”
            That was my first nap at home with Koba and his Mama and Father.

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🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁Fall Is Coming! 🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁

 

          This is just some photo I took driving around in the mountains one fall day. Nothing special, just snooping as usual, trying to get a little bit lost. Like that. It never works though, because if you know where the Cascades are, you know where the salt water is, and you know where Mt. Rainier is, and Mt. Baker, well, that would be like getting lost in your house.  

            The same day, Oct. 26, 2012, we saw this guy taking care of his Angus steers. They ran right up to him!

            Same day. A very tempting stream. This is prime territory for our Forest Keepers! You can bet they are keeping an eye on things out there.

            I didn't want to drive home wet, so I didn't "fall in." Sigh.

            Have a wonderful Cat Buttering Day! As my grampa used to say, "Tell me a story!"  If you want to!

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It's All Too Much!

 

            “Suzy!” said Toots one day, to her friend and confidant, “It’s hot here! I don’t mean average summer hot. I mean it’s August in Texas hot, Baby! If we had a sidewalk, you could fry an egg on it. I don’t know why anyone would do that, but they say that!”
            “I don’t know how you stand it, Toots,” said Suzy. “I believe I would purely croak!”
            “Look, I know fall is coming, but not for weeks yet!” said Toots, sighing. “How are things going in soggy WA?”
            “I’ll tell you how it’s going, Hon! It hasn’t rained except maybe once all summer. It’s dry as a bone here, and smoky! Do you know about that? It looks like a cloudy day outside, but it’s not. It’s smokey. I can smell it! Trees are burning all around!” said Suzy. “It’s not soggy here until late fall, Toots.”
            “Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Suzy?” said Toots.
            “Maybe! But tell me anyhow!” said Suzy, with a virtual wink.
            “I think we’re overdue for a field trip to a cool place, don’t you?” said Toots.
            “Space is cool,” said Suzy.
            “Space is very cool,” agreed Toots. “Got any ideas?”’
            “Wanna take a ride in a red car, Toots? We could ride with Starman, and orbit the sun!” said Suzy. “We would be the only cats out there in the Feline Frontier! Imagine how cool that would be!”
“I’m working with it, give me a minute,” said Toots, but she was smiling… “Oh, heck, let’s go!”
And before you could say Bunny Boots, the two little explorers rose up, as little points of vision, into the outer reaches of Earth’s atmosphere. Once again they marveled at the beauty of the planet. They watched it roll beneath them, traced the shapes of countries, and watched storms form and then fade, and indeed saw the smoke in the US and Europe too.
            “No wonder I smelled smoke,” said Suzy.
            “I’m amazed I didn’t smell smoke,” said Toots.
            “Well, now, let’s find the red Tesla. It’s out here. It came up on SpaceX a few years ago,” said Suzy. “I think it would help if we pictured it.”
            So, they shut their virtual eyes, and thought about a red Tesla, like a satellite, orbiting the sun, around and around. It must have worked because when they opened their eyes, there it was. And what a sight it was!
            It was wild, crazy, incongruous to see. It was like a dream; the red Tesla Roadster suspended in orbit with the sun flaming below.
            “Front seat?” said Toots.
            “Oh yes, we’ll be able to see better,” said Suzy as they settled in beside Starman, shoving some random junk off of the seat onto the floor.
            “Hot wheels?” said Toots.
            “Meow! Weird,” laughed Suzy. “Is this guy just kidding around?”
            “I think if a guy has enough money, he can kid around if he wants to,” said Toots. “But it works like any other satellite. We don’t really have time to ride it all the way around the sun.”
            Starman made no comment, since he was just a crash-test dummy or something.
            “Look how tiny Earth looks from here,” said Toots.
            “It makes me a little bit sad and lonely,” said Suzy. “I think I’d rather orbit the Earth.”
            “Oh, let’s just go home,” said Toots. “There’s no place like home!”
            “There’s no place like home!” said Suzy, with conviction.
            And just like that, when Suzy opened her eyes, she was on her favorite corner of the bed facing the open window, looking out at the sky. It still looked smokey, but it was home, and she knew the smoke would end one day, and fall would come with cool rain, stormy nights, and falling leaves, and then there would be winter, and if they were very lucky there would be snow.
            And similarly, when Toots came back to her place, she was looking at her shop-mate Sammie, and she was so happy to see her. It was still warm, actually rather hot, but night was coming with cooler temperatures.
            “Everything in its own time,” thought Toots. “Just a few more days, and everything will change again.”
            “I hope we get some snow this winter,” thought Toots. And she dreamed a little of falling snowflakes, frozen grass, and breath in clouds because of the cold.

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Dream Dancing & Walking

 

            Ralph’s got a jazzy head on him. And he’s in a lucid spot, walking that littoral between here and there. It looks to him like a forest, but not the Great Forest.

            “Let’s see what we can see,” he murmurs to himself, or to the dream angels.    
            There’s always an angel to record speech, right, in dreams?
            He came to a crossroad. A sign read “Choose Your Own Adventure.” There were two arrows on the sign. One pointed left, and it said, “War of the Colors.” The other arrow pointed to the right, and it said, “Just Go Back to Where It Began.”
            “I would like to do both,” said Ralph, and there was the path, ready, before him on the left. It was paved in moss, intensely green and soft, like walking on a cool damp rug.
            Through the trees, looking straight up, he saw a sky of shockingly deep ultramarine blue,
            The trees were comical, like blueberry bushes or rhododendrons, or maybe some kind of  potted succulent plant.
            He saw that the green strove upon the blue. “What does it mean?” he asked the recording angel.
            “Dance,” said the angel. Just one word.
            So,  Ralph danced with the angel, spinning and dipping, until he was quite dizzy. Meaning tickled behind his mind.
            “I see,” he said, catching his breath. “Green desires blue. It has made a new thing. Heaven's blue mixed with Earth's green.”
            “What does it mean?” he said to the angel.
            “Let it be,” said the angel. “Now walk back down the path.”
            So Ralph turned on his heel and walked back down the path to the sign and found the other path waiting at the right side. Very soon the strange forest disappeared, and he was walking down a gravel road between utterly ordinary alders and maples. The road was dusty and the air was hot, like one of those desperate last days of summer. Grass was yellowed. Leaves appeared pinched and thirsty.
            And it seemed as he walked that he began to recognize within himself his younger self. He grew smaller and smoother, more and more as he walked the dusty gravel road.
            The path his steps took left the gravel road then, and made a sharp turn into the dim light of the forest. He was quite young now, no bigger than a human man.
            He forgot how he had come here, and what he had been.
            The forest was very pleasant after the dusty road in the hot sunshine.
            There was a small spring. Kneeling down to drink, he saw that the clear water issued from great depths. But the water was good to drink, and he bathed his feet in the trickle that ran from it.
            In a bright spot among the trees he found blackberries which had dried on their vines, into a sort of raisin. He ate them, and they were good too.
            The trees became larger and were tighter together. Very little sunlight made it to the forest floor. A white birch trunk shone in the half-light, then another, like sentinels of some kind.
            In the distance he saw a strange building, and he was drawn to it, though some might have been afraid.
            It sat flat on the ground, for the supports built of timber had rotted away long ago. The outside was covered in ancient scraps of tarpaper. The roof sagged, the chimney, merely a rusty metal pipe hung off at a weird angle. The door lay on the ground. There was a wooden set of three steps, sagging and broken. It smelled of dry rot.
            On the steps sat a human child. A girl. She had cried until she had no more tears. Her face was dirty with dried tears; her hair was a long brown mess.
            Ralph approached, fearing nothing.
            A pair of blue eyes watched him picking his way between the trees and undergrowth.
            “Why are you crying,” he said when he got to the girl on the steps.
            “I’m lost and no way I walk is the right way,” she answered. “Do you know the right way?”
            “Yes,” he said. “I do; I will lead you. Take my hand, little girl.”
            So, she came to him and held his left hand, leaving the right hand free. Then they walked a pathless half mile or so, until a humble sort of house with the remains of a summer garden behind it could be seen beyond the brush.
            “That’s where I live,” she said, sighing.
            A woman was in the garden, looking toward the forest and frowning, hands on her hips.
            “Go to her,” he said, staying out of sight himself.
            As she ran to her mother, the forest around him began to drift away, like a memory, leaving only a stubborn single image.

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A Rosy August 9th To You!

 I present, for your approval, the best

in my possession.

One of the benefits of August are the roses.

Which I photographed yesterday.

I hope you have a delightful day.

And!

May the Almighty bless you with his presence.

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