ever the vigilant sentinel
glenn frey the cat not the rocker
mans his post
to guard my latest pile of books
my gargoyle is at the ready
and clearly on high alert
no one dare mess with him.
—
“you cannot give up. we are gargoyle, and we are strong.”
― faith gibson
my daughter’s two cats
copy her two art cats
all four posed and looking out her window
perhaps watching for two birds
who might be copying two art birds.
—
“as long as you’re being a copycat, you will never be the best copycat.”
-eric thomas
this is jack. he got into a fight and ended up with a wound on his side. the vet suggested a shirt as a less stressful approach to keep him from chewing it, rather than a plastic cone.
fun fact: most cats fit into baby shirts sized 0-3 months.
—
‘i work best when there’s a safety trampoline of kindness.’
-ruth negga
credits: red tart art/imgur.com
“stretching his hand up to reach the stars,
too often man forgets the flowers at his feet.”
-jeremy bentham
—
image: milo porter, cousin of glenn frey the cat not the rocker
glenn frey the cat not the rocker
agrees with
patti smith the rocker not the cat.
—
“in art and dream may you proceed with abandon.
in life may you proceed with balance and stealth.”
-patti smith
el gato hopes that you each enjoy the holiday in your own way.
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“i will eat anything mexican – a sombrero, hacienda… anything.
they’ve perfected the combo of bread items and the grill. “
-tom delonge
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image credit: google images
glen frey the cat not the rockstar
has been rescued by me
twice now
both times from precarious situations
he was always very skittish and fearful of most everything
probably based on the traumatic experiences he’d been through
but
after the second time
he suddenly
became very affectionate
and clearly decided
that it was important
to remind me of this
each morning around 3:30
he does this in a way
that there can be no doubt
jumping on my bed
nuzzling/pummeling me with his head
kneading everything he can find
purring loudly
circling around me
and somehow it feels like he is
an giant octopus nudging me to wake up with his head and eight hands
until i am sufficiently awake
then he finally settles in
laying on my feet
with what feels like an immovable 237 pounds or so of pure cat muscle
and promptly goes to sleep
snoring and in deep r.e.m.
maybe he thinks we are on guard duty and need to take shifts?
who needs an alarm?
—
“i read that when cats are cuddling and kneading you, and you think it’s cute,
they’re really just checking your vitals for weak spots.”
-kandyse mcClure
for some reason
glen frey the cat not the rocker
has adopted a placemat
as his
best friend
and
constant companion
and they seem to be
very happy together.
who can account for what one sees in another?
—
“your friend is your needs answered. “
-khalil gibran
glen frey the cat
has made a pretty easy transition
to being indoors
once again
and his
homecoming is complete,
though i’m thinking
i may have to send him outside again
for just a bit.
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image credit: googleimages, hankin
yeti, in the wild.
—
just before i left for my trip
one daughter and her family
were moving from one house to another
waiting for a closing date
so
i turned over my tiny cottage to
one daughter
one son in law
two grandies
two in-laws
two cats
and
two hives of bees.
—
i
then
moved
into
another
daughter’s apartment
with
one daughter
two grandies
and
glen frey the cat not the rock star
as he was afraid of
other cats and people and bees.
and
besides
there was
no way
my cottage could hold
any more people or other creatures.
—
my third daughter
stayed put
in her usual home
with
one son-in-law
two grandies
and
one giant cat.
—
while staying at my daughter’s
glen frey jumped through her screen one day
and took off into the woods
we tried and tried to get him to return
but he just ran deeper into the trees
we called him, looked for him
we left out food and water
and finally one day
he began to emerge
for breakfast and dinner
and
quickly left again
without as much as a nod
before speeding off
into the wild once more.
—
upon my return
it was time to try to capture
the elusive woodland cat
who’d been living as a yeti
camouflaged
elusive
wild
deep in the trees
and my mission was to
bring him home once more.
we staked him out
during his most popular
evening feeding time
and sure enough
he showed up
but
as i approached him
he seemed to recognize me
yet
he ran back into the woods
always staying just beyond my reach
then
i saw him peeking out at me
and
he slowly returned
he must have remembered
and as i
offered him my hand
he began to purr
turned his back
i grabbed him
he yelled
it took two of us to wrestle him
we wrapped him in a blanket
put him in the giant cat/yeti carrier
and
i carried him off for home
with him yelling all the way
it felt like i had kidnapped
a reluctant member of bigfoot’s cult
and
he was not happy to say the least.
he stayed up all night yelling
yet
in the morning
he was resting
and
he’d found his spot at home once more.
—
i’ll never know
about his yeti days
and his time on the lam
spent with woodland creatures
and
wild adventures
of all kinds.
he’ll probably never tell.
glen frey, in his home again.
—
(along with the rest of the family, the other cats,
and the bees, all in their homes again)
—
“there is precious little in civilization to appeal to a yeti.”
– sir edmund hillary
I didn't have my glasses on.... 