...grateful for cats...

GURU FREDDIE    
 
What is it about cats
 - that  cat -
that captivates my
attention,
connects with me
in mysterious ways,
causes me to watch
over his catnap?
He is my
meditation companion,
teaching me
to simply be
in the "now",
responding to the
moment, enjoying
the warmth and safety
of a trusted other
until his need  for
rest is fulfilled.
Then he goes back
outside to enjoy
the warming sunshine
and to satisfy
his curiosity about
life around him.
 
I slowed down with him
and now I'm moving on
to the tasks of
the moment.
 
Freddie, my neighbor's "street-wise" cat, has moved on to cat heaven!
I'll never forget the lessons he has taught me!
 
Edda

Peace and joy!

Edda - i am sorry that your neighbours had their cat taken up to cat heaven.  i used to have a cat myself.  i am looking forwad with being able to see her one day.  she was a beautiful little moggie.
 
Edda i liked what you posted too,  it was an excellent depiction of the life as a cat, but the end really made me think.

Edda, is that one of your writings? It's very good.
 
Jude

Love is the only way

Yes, Jude! Cats are very inspiring and provided me with material for several poems!
 
Thank you for the compliment!
 
Love,
Edda

Peace and joy!

Dear Edda, can we please see some more?
 
You would think, as a great cat lover, that I would have written poems about them, but....not one!
 
Jude

Love is the only way

What is it about cats
 - that  cat -
that captivates my
attention,
connects with me
in mysterious ways,

What is it about all of the cats
I have ever loved
. . . truly?
Thank you Edda . . .
this poem is one of my favorites of yours,
and was maybe the first one to catch my eye
with love . . .
sparrow

everything counts... ♥

Jude, since you asked, I'll post another poem!
 
BEATRICE
 
This miniature edition
of a cat - gray coat marked
with a blend of tiger stripes
and leopard spots in black,
big ears, legs held stiffly,
tail with an extra curve -
exploding with energy,
leaping forward and sideways,
falling over at times,
skidding along the floor,
jumping on everything in reach.
There is excitement and wonder
in her lively eyes darting
about in search fro something
new to try, not yet
afraid of failure.
 
She bounces on the older cats
who tolerate her antics either
with studied indifference
or tempted to regress
to kittenish ways, engaging
in a playful wrestle or
spirited chase.
When they remember their
maturity, they may raise
a paw or even hide from
her rambunctious attacks.
 
And ever so often she will
stand still long enough,
or even settle on a lap,
to be stroked and petted,
purring contentedly.
She has her kitten food
but prefers to imitate
the older cats, eating
theirs, and they
in turn try to sneak
her richer morsels.
 
Watching Beatrice makes me
almost envy her boundles
energy and curiosity
and reminds me of the
carefree play of children,
unencumbered by the caution
and fers of grown-ups.
 
Beatrice is now about twelve years old but still, small and very lively. She is the first one up on the counter, when a can of food is being opened to see if it meets her approval. It seems she is the sort of cat who will never grow up!
 
Edda

Peace and joy!

Hi All!
 
Edda,
Your poems are beautiful!
I especially loved your "Guru" one!
 
Peace, Love and Joy!
Diane
 

Grateful to be here!
What a gift and connection builder!
Love and Gratitude,
Love who You Are

Dear Edda thank you! That describes a young cat so perfectly....and the older ones. I could see them so clearly, and know that is exactly how they are.
 
The parts about the young one jumping on the older cats and the swapping food....just what they do. Mine still do prefer each others food rather than their own, even though it's all the same!!
 
Jude

Love is the only way

Love is the only way

Love is the only way

Thank you, Diane, for your kind words!
 
Jude, yes, cats are pretty much alike here and across the Atlantic!
Your cartoons made me laugh! Thank you!
 
Edda

Peace and joy!

Dear Edda,
I don't know if you saw the first picture, but it seems the owner of the pic doesn't like it being used!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was of a kitten about to pounce on a big ginger cat.
 
Jude

Love is the only way

I'll try this one!

 

Love is the only way

Love is the only way

 

She bounces on the older cats
who tolerate her antics either
with studied indifference
or tempted to regress
to kittenish ways, engaging
in a playful wrestle or
spirited chase.
When they remember their
maturity, they may raise
a paw or even hide from
her rambunctious attacks. 
 

I believe that Beatrice
might be alive and well today
in one little Sophie . . .
   ♥

everything counts... ♥

Life is short.
Take the time
to have a nap . . .
 

 
   ♥

everything counts... ♥

I can feel the warmth on that windowsill.....yawn......

Love is the only way

 
ah yes,
a warm windowsill . . .
 

everything counts... ♥

There used to be a bookstore in Oak Park, IL called "Left Bank".
 
LEFT BANK CAT
 
A life-sized
figure of a beautiful,
gray tiger cat
sits in the middle
of a show window,
surrounded by all
sorts of books -
part of the display.
 
But then the figure
stirs and stretches
languidly as only a cat
can do, exposing
its white underside.
The come-to-life
cat turns about
to find a comfortable
position, splayed
on its side,
settling down for a nap
amidst the books,
quite unimpressed by
the collective wisdom
surrounding it,
self-possessed,
secure in its place,
simply being
CAT.
 
Edda

Peace and joy!