Tag Archives: cats

hiding.

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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.”
― haruki murakami
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cat math.

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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.”

-pam brown

mixing it up.

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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.”

-bertolt brecht

animal instincts.

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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

in silence

for hours on end

while he recovered

offering him

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

vitals.

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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