what impeccable timing
as soon as i had finished working on puzzles
on my favorite old table
putting pen to my journal instead
olive also changed hobbies
from puzzling to journaling
the same time and place
“the best time to begin keeping a journal is whenever you decide to.”
“i’ve decided that the best time is now.
the puzzles are gone, there are no open spaces in a puzzle to fill in by laying on them with my body,
no pieces to quietly and slowly push off the table with my paw, and no frame to snag and break apart with my claw.
perfect time to begin a journal.”
when giving a friend my new address
she was surprised
that she already was familiar with that address
and she could let herself in
as she already possessed a key.
she used to care for a little black cat who lived there,
her client happened to be
the woman who sold me my condo
there is a new little black cat living there,
there must be something about the house
that needs a little black cat living there
to feel like home
I think they would have liked each other.
“I believe that life is chaotic, a jumble of accidents, ambitions, misconceptions, bold intentions, lazy happenstances, and unintended consequences, yet I also believe that there are connections that illuminate our world, revealing its endless mystery and wonder.”
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offered his cat
a chance to experience
virtual reality firsthand.
i really, really wonder what she thought.
“books are the original virtual reality.”
― marushia dark.
someone must have tipped these two off
and told them
that they were going to see the vet today.
“you can keep as quiet as you like,
but one of these days somebody is going to find you.”
olive and glenn frey
insist on helping me
with the process of
sorting paperwork and doing bills.
they have been training for years
and clearly feel they are financial wizards.
“cats can work out mathematically
the exact place to sit that will cause most inconvenience.”
something tells me that
perhaps the wrong cat
drank the rescue remedy calming drops
from the water bowl.
one is facedown in a bowl of seashells
while the other, (my intended target)
is busy outside
standing up on two feet
looking in at me through the window
and meowing loudly.
“mixing one’s wines may be a mistake, but old and new wisdom mix admirably.”
one of my daughter’s long-legged black cats
who i collectively refer to as ‘the nathans,’
enjoying a swing.
as of this posting,
he has never expressed a desire to be a dancer.
“just because you have long legs doesn’t mean you’ll be happy as a rockette.”
– nicholas lore
when glenn had to go through painful surgery
and was at last home again
tiny sweet olive
approached him gently
touched her head to his
let him eat their favorite food first
and moved quietly
next to him
at his special place by the window
just lying there
for hours on end
while he recovered
the quiet comfort
of their tender friendship.
“besides love and sympathy,
animals exhibit other qualities
connected with the social instincts
which in us would be called moral.”
― charles darwin
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.”
glen frey the cat not the rockstar
has been rescued by me
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
after the second time
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
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.”