When Cats Glower


“If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.” ~ Mark Twain

“When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane.” ~ Herman Hesse

Our opening photo was taken by my friend Sigrid. Those crazy serene cats came from the animal shelter where I work. I led Sigrid to Walter, the smaller of the two animals, and a bond occurred immediately. Call this a disjunction, this sentence. Rosie the cat just came in from a visit to her litter box. She meowed in an odd way and I turned to look at her. Her face – it was a cat glower, and those can be quite compelling. I knew right away what was wrong. The litter box was full of it’s designated purpose. I cleaned it and added fresh litter. That’s the trouble with cats – it’s all about them. Some humans are like that too. Is it a character trait in humans? Let’s hope not.

There’s an ongoing situation at work that I fail to understand. I’m not sure I can understand. But the beauty of casual mindfulness is that it provides a boulevard through situations and that helps me to find a transverse into and beyond misunderstanding with little or no harm. A boulevard is often  lined with trees. The trees inspire dreams, and dreams are the way through troubles of all sorts. I realize, maybe too late, that I ought not write about inner politics at my workplace, so I will stop right now. We had enough of that when the good staff veterinarian took fire and retreated. It is with deep sadness, close to to tears, that I contemplate his departure. Brighter days are coming. Let’s move forward. Forget the past.

It was -4º when I first woke up. The sky was crystal clear and the stars smiled down upon me as I hightailed it back into my room. The second time I went outside I remembered to wear a coat. Clouds had moved in and the stars were gone from view, but the temperature had risen to a balmy 14º. Finding 14º to be comfortable is a good sign of daftness. “Daftness” is a sweet word. I love it!

Now about me. My ears are ringing with a vengeance. What, are they trying to shield me from something, drowning out some troublesome thing? I’ve never thought about it in that way. Medical science has no way of treating or correcting ringing in the ears. I was told that by the stunningly beautiful Marti, a PA who used to be my GP. She called me honey on occasion. That was fun. Today’s ringing is bothering me a tad. As are my sore eyes.

“Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understand
I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can?

Doctor, my eyes, tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long”  Jackson Browne

Well, that’s ,me this morning. I’m in a weird mood because yesterday was a weird day. It makes total sense to me. And since I’m being sensible I’ll do the sensible thing an get ready to go to work.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.



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