It makes me sad…to refer to our fresh kitten as, Demon baby. Yet, as I struggle to tie my shoe…with laces frayed. As I sip my lukewarm coffee because I have just spent the last 30 minutes…running around the backyard, slightly, bare ass. Chasing the Demon baby who happens to be enamored by the squirrel nest twenty feet up…in the old Oak tree. And, with all of that, as I pretend to rest, with tepid coffee in hand. Sipping from a chipped coffee mug. A mug I had managed to keep for several years. Several years of fighting off dogs, adult cats and the ‘wife’! Chipped from a, not aging quickly enough, kitten and his poor judgment.
All of this combined, along with a six month old kitten sticking his ass, and his, intact-ness, in my face…as I attempt to watch the morning news. With all this…nothing compares to the…
‘Did you see Floyd? Quick get the camera. Don’t make any sudden moves. I want to get a picture.’
What attracts the over the edge, always trending Cat Lady, to the obtuse, narcissistic, unrelenting cuteness, of a cat?
A cat can make about a hundred different sounds. Which makes sense. I have never and will never forget the sound a cat delivers…whilst throwing up on the newly purchased furniture.
Both humans and cats have identical regions in their brains that are responsible for emotions.
After the cat vomits on the, can’t afford to replace it, sofa, the same emotion is felt by human and feline..alike. The feeling of ‘WTF is that? Are we missing a bag of pot?
3. 40, ooo people are bitten every year by the ‘favorite’ cat. That being said, it is most likely, the same cat. Year in and year out. Until the favorite cat has moved on to greener pastures at the ripe old age of 30.
4. A cat rubs against people not only to be affectionate but also to mark out its territory with scent glands around its face, body and paws. This would make sense with the, not ready to be neutered, kitten, sticking his male-ness in my face…and, than, rubbing the rest of himself… all over my pajama bottoms. I’ve tried to tell all the cats, …no worries, I am yours. But apparently, they do not trust humans and their emotions.
5. 1/3 of cat owners believe their cats can read their minds!
I believe number 5 thoroughly explains a humans need to be accepted by the cat. Without intention, humans have forced themselves into a harried world. Centuries ago, this had been true. And, it is certainly, fact today.
As I begin my descent from the day.
After being…most likely –
Made fun of
Overwhelmed with petty conversation
Underwhelmed with work
Plugged in and tuned out
After a monotony of nothingness turning into more oblique behavior for the next day. Cat lovers simply crave to have the work done for them. When my cat reads my mind, he is witnessing –
I don’t care if you love me…I love you anyways. You are far wiser than I. Charisma is too plain a word to describe you. Please take me to your leader…I am in need of understanding…without my having to explain why!
To yearn for goodness, should be part and parcel of human nature. Instinctually, it should be something…tangible from the get go!
If we glance around, looking up, around, and, instead of, down…constantly: most every living thing around us, is basically good. And, if not? If some part of their behavior seems unethical, unrealistic, it is this way for pure survival!
Humans, persons-not-so-kind, for centuries have attempted to make nature come to us. Pushing the boulder up hill, repeating the same event over and over and over, again! From events past and present, if viewed in honesty (and, let us be honest, no one is honest anymore) and with a step back, it is obvious and just a matter of physics, that the big bad ball of stone…will keep on rollin’ back down upon us.
In other simpler terms, instead of taming the tiger by grabbing it’s tail, putting it under a microscope and manipulating it’s survival tactics…does not work. Most anything that absorbs air, other than the human and it’s condition, will be genuinely good…because it is only natural!
Black like Me, had been a wonderful book, placed in my hands by a lovely, drunk, English professor of mine. Right after he told me-
“…the world does not make sense! It is up to the writer to make that truth more bearable..even if that is in an ‘unrealistic’ manner!”
In 1959, John Griffin, took it upon himself to…
indulge in a radical step: he decided to undergo medical treatment to change the color of his skin and temporarily become a black man.
Obviously, John had been in deep support of displaying the injustices pushed on the minority of the day, the African American male!
What he found in America’s heartland, is the difference between indifference to hate, and out and out, unpardonable hate.
I cannot stress how important this book was many decades ago. I wish I had the words to accentuate and portray…how history does repeat itself. In particular, if we are unwilling to listen to it’s messages.
“For so long as we condone injustice by a small but powerful group, we condone the destruction of all social stability, all real peace, all trust in man’s good intentions toward his fellow man.”
“Nothing can describe the withering horror of this. You feel lost, sick at heart before such unmasked hatred, not so much because it threatens you as because it shows humans in such an inhuman light. You see a kind of insanity, something so obscene the very obscenity of it (rather than its threat) terrifies you. It was so new I could not take my eyes from the man’s face. I felt like saying: “What in God’s name are you doing to yourself?”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me
the Cracker and Lucifer
Grant me to know …
false illusions of the twin.
To being, the twin…
that twin that crawls beneath
that will not go away.
There are no angels in a sideway…
No, significant to the others.
beyond the distant attic.
To put the evil,
This is me, you are talking to
No matter where your secrets LIE.
You will always have to…
look me in the
You will always have to…
look me in the
I am hobbling into the woods with two persistent thoughts…
This is not the Wonderful World that Louis Armstrong sung of…
…How do I know you cannot fight anger with anger? Because, once upon a time, I lived in that anger…