Category: Pets

Pittie Standoff

Madam Yum Yum

Yum Yum at her finest. She’s been staring at me, standing just two feet away, uttering small sounds for a long time. Then she finally says, “Let’s go down stairs”. I say, “All right.” I reluctantly put down my knitting, pause my podcast, stand up, and head downstairs.

When I stop to turn around to see if she’s coming, she sits down and looks at me as if to say, “What? Do you want something from me?”. She won’t budge. This look says, “Make me.”

I leave her there. Maybe in two minutes or fifteen, she follows wagging her tail and smiling triumphantly. I don’t understand the rules, but somehow, I know she has won.

We play this game every day. Why? I wonder. She won’t say.

A Dog’s Reverie

Just one paw… can you see it?

Yum Yum doesn”t like to be cold but prefers the luxuriant scarves that cover and offer the warmth needed on a pre-autumnal day of grey clouds and damp streets.

She might stay here all day in her reverie of summer days… who’s extreme heat also is not to her liking.

She longs for spring days that neither intensely burn nor send chills through her sensitive constitution.

I will provide the lush environment that pleases her.

Folded Origami Dog

Dogs can fold

To wish I could fold like this as autumn approaches.

We will find piles of blankets and quilts.

Soft, wool socks and hand made sweaters.

Roaring fires in stoves and fireplaces.

The joys and comfort of summer’s labors.

In the Dark of Night She Kills

Eres

Looks can be decieving. Eres, the sweetest sleepy calico during the daylight hours.

But in the shadowy hours of night, she tangles with the dark, evil rodent forces; severing heads, leaving only hindquarters and tails, wreaking havoc and chaos and fear in her wake, leaving behind not a drop of blood.

She is a warrior, a terror, fearless and hungry always for blood and guts, bringing her spoils to us in the night, seeking the approval of her dominators and providers of shelter.

Therefore, she is one tired kitty.

Love that Leads to a Breakdown ~ When Death Comes

If loving and being loved leads to the point of a mental breakdown, then let the breakdown commence.

There is nothing more lovely and wonderful than to love and to be loved. Yes, when a loved thing dies, no matter what the form it takes, be it human or animal, tree or rock, a work of art in the form of something to touch, smell, see, taste or hear be it physical or ethereal, there is nothing more transcendent than to have loved or have been loved by that thing.

Life is not worth living if we have not reached those heights of ecstacy or have not descended into the abyss of loss. Those wounds to our hearts and minds, where we have been rent asunder, is where the light gets in. This is the fount of our creativity.
Tears of salt, of our joy and our pain, give flavor to life… makes it savory and rich. It’s why we have something to give to another. Do not fear to love unto madness.

Let the breakdown commence and be glad that your feelings run so deep.