Nov30

where is Pete the Cat?

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I’m not sure where Pete the Cat is, but he may be stalking me.

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‘among human beings, a cat is merely a cat; among cats, a cat is a prowling shadow in a jungle.’

-karel capek

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Kkarel Čapek (1890 – 1938) was a Czech writer, playwright, critic and journalist. He has become best known for his science fiction which introduced the word, robot. He also wrote many politically charged works dealing with the social turmoil of his time. Influenced by American pragmatic liberalism, he campaigned in favor of free expression and strongly opposed the rise of both racism and communism in Europe. Though nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature seven times, Čapek never received it.

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  30. Ha, ha, that stealthy, stalking Pete the Cat. Reminds me of the peek-a-boo I played with my 10-month-old grandson when he and his parents were visiting for several days over Thanksgiving. Grandma loved her time with Everett. Unfortunately he wasn’t that comfortable with us and having Mom and Dad out of sight when we sent them out on a dinner date. Mega crying. He doesn’t see us often enough given he lives four hours away. I thought video chatting as often as we do would help, but it didn’t.

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    • yes, exactly how small children ‘hide.’ oh, yes, I know that feeling. that happened with my niece’s baby, who cried the entire time her mom and dad went out for dinner. it was their first time to have alone time without the baby and she wasn’t going to go easy on them. ) I didn’t take it personally, but I know they felt bad and didn’t need to. I felt bad that I couldn’t get her to calm but I did understand.

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  35. ‘If only I had something new,’
    she thought, ‘something adventurous
    to do, like when the fields grew tall
    fields from which wild fowl fed and flew’;
    she the black feline feisty and precious
    needed something new or to climb the wall.
    .
    She walked over to the windowpane
    and looked out to the neighboring homes
    to where she hoped to find something
    —something new, beyond the back lane
    rocky road where she often roams
    to where her eyes would be wandering.
    .
    And when her attention was caught
    by the towering shingle roof
    sheltering the large corner store
    she at once decided she ought
    to climb to its high peak as proof
    of her worth to those who did her adore.
    .
    Through the yards one by one she went
    glancing around this and that corner
    over then under fences tall
    till she stood at the wall she’d meant
    to conquer as a foreigner
    without any fear that she’d fall.
    .
    She looked to the two garbage cans
    leaning against the wooden shed
    right next to the store that was so pink;
    up she jumped, her feet and hands
    reached the top by but a thread
    of no better place could she think.
    .
    Having achieved her noteworthy climb
    she gazed over to the swaying trees
    unaware that her hostess stood near;
    at the bus stop as passed the time
    the woman looked up into the breeze
    and saw her feline who knew no fear.
    .
    Thus the feline had done something new
    and not seeing her hostess’s stare
    she returned home fulfilled and content
    for from this day excitement she drew
    and she thought again she’d climb and dare
    those high places worthy of her scent.

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