A final thought, in magnetic poetry:
I am not the center of the universe. I am not even part of the Oort cloud in most people’s universes. The question is, why does that come as a surprise every time I learn it? Less than complimentary things can be said about my ego some times.
Things are hectic here at the OK corral at the moment. The countdown to the audit is now less than 48 hours, and people are suddenly waking up to the fact that yes, this is going to happen. I’m at the “don’t give a flying fig” stage at the moment. There’s no more I can…
These days I find myself noticing the textures of things that I touch. The velvet of that duster-length jacket at Coldwater Creek that I wanted for my own. The smooth hard cool of my computer desk. The slight grittiness of my car that needs washing so badly. The acidy crackle of the catsâ coats in…
I want to talk to you about a few things now because I donât think we have too many more days to have conversations with each other. I want to thank you for being one of my best friends. I want to tell you that you are without doubt the best cat in the universe….
Itâs a warm night, and Iâm typing this on my trusty little Acer out on the deck. We have new deck furniture this year, inexpensive and sorely needed. The deck itself needs attention, but I try not to focus on that overly. Time for that when I can pay for it. Still no news on…
January 27, 1967. I was ten years old. I was one of those geek kids who was completely enamored with the space program. These were the days when they still wheeled the big television set into the classroom so we could watch take-offs and landings. On this day I was in the living room, laying…
Perhaps a parable about cats??
🙂
I was once the animal warden of this tiny village. In one month I trapped 90 feral cats living in one colony. I, too, knew it meant doom for those cats and I hated to do it. The flip side was, most of them were showing signs of URI, they were all underweight, and they were making a terrible mess of the neighborhood. I looked at the risk to "owned" cats in the neighborhood (there are no leash laws for cats in this county), the fact that these cats were using peoples gardens for their litterboxes and decided it was the absolute best thing I could do. I still felt horrible about it. *sigh*. I am sure that colony originated from someone who didn’t have their cat spayed. Makes you want to hurt people, doesn’t it?
I had to look up the word feral… It’s much easier for everyone else to resist the darling kitty…when they know, as we knew, you’d take care of it.
Good luck finding her a home!
~QE
I look forward to the fable – if you don’t put it into your diary, pls let me know where I may be able to read it.
Thank you for your comments.
The supposed NO quotes to were lame. And I wonder if Goethe’s has been translated poorly?
Darling wee Dekyi. Beautiful poem *smile*
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Shame on Sharon for dumping you like that!
I’m smiling wide and I’m keeping my lips sealed because the "I knew it" is trying to find a way out. Seriously though, I didn’t know it, I was worried. Hoped that you might keep her or keep her until you find her a new home, but wasn’t sure because you never mentioned the possibility. Good for dear little Dekyi.
i run into my building so that i don’t hear it if one of the 2 dogs roaming the streets by itself every evening gets hit by a car. the street in front of my apartment building is non-stop traffic. people will never learn that:
1. you always supervise your pet(s) when they are outdoors
2. use a lead when walking your dog, keeps them alive longer.
i’m still holding out hope someone here will take the kitten.