Our cats give us joy every day, and also punishment. Yes, mine does. She thinks there is time for everything, her time. So I never know when the right time is to caress her, when it’s enough, how I should be holding her according to her wishes. Sometimes a paw slaps my hand, or a sharp bite puts me in my place… As a descendant from a wild cat family she’s never afraid of showing my place! As the old saying goes “she owns me”, she has every right to put me in my place if there’d be an occasion for it!!!
This said, she also knows her place. Taking the clue from the tone of my voice she either escapes to a place only known to her, or faces the charges being –all of a sudden- the most charming cat in the world. She starts purring, caressing me, my feet, wherever she can reach with her loving head… And most of all she knows warmth is near me, so as soon as she feels cold, she knows where to find me, my arms; with her homemade music we both fall asleep peacefully…
Always searching for ET,
worrying, counting hours,
praying for her safe return…
A cool cat explores cool, shady,
green corners of the woods,
blending with dimness around;
on self-made earthen bed…
Pass her by time and time, there
she lies motionless, soundless,
not even a little miaow out of
courtesy, indulges herself to this
solitude of hers, shameless…
And when she’s found out, heavens!
Kindest cat on earth, loving, caring,
letting herself being touched, caressed
endlessly until she says “when”…
First raindrops: soft and soothing
The smell of earth, best fragrance
there is… Almost feel the rejoice
of all flowers, shrubs, and trees…
And the birds’ happiness for this kind,
unexpected rain, a welcome bath…
ET can’t be deterred from running after
wet birds, I’m after ET, our daily chase:
unending circle of “don’ts, comebacks.”
Wildlife and cats not a good combination
an eternal conflict, tearing us apart
every day, all the time…
Tulip photo was taken on April 23, 2014, did well on Flickr: 89 faves…
If you just ignore that
Car horn from the distance
Quiet, peaceful with birds only.
Here and there an angry dog,
ET isn’t amused, we love silence.
Farmers work on Sundays,
As they have a proper job
To live on the other days …
A tractor passes by, back to
Bees, flies, birds, that dog,
An odd car disappears.
Should be pottering, I should!
Who’s going to keep an eye
on my hurting cat then?
Not a bad life, in fact, a good one!
A breeze on my face, eyes closed
That’s the happiness I’ve always
wished for, a partner, a house
tranquility, a scenery to gaze.
and to forget time, seasons, world.
Cannot forget you, I wish I could…