Wednesday, 12 May 2010

Two Cats

The soft rhythmic purring of a sleeping cat makes a perfect soundtrack to the start of my day. Cat two, jumps up to join us and slips - an acrobatic golden blur as he tumbles. Instinctively I reach out my hands to catch that ball of claw and fur. Crimson rivulets flow into the deeply etched lines of my rescuing hands. Cat safe and nonchalent, walks away.

"Flow with whatever may happen & let your mind be free. Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate. " - Chuang Tzu


Suz said...

boy have I been there!

but you make it sound so beautiful

Susannah said...

Hi Suz - it certainly didn't feel as beautiful as it sounds! :-)

Barbara Scully said...

Oh dear... not easy being slave to a cat or cats. True Love ?

Susannah said...

Hi Barbara - Yes, I am a willing slave. :-) True love? - without doubt!

Jennifer said...

They're so ungrateful. And we love them anyway. :-)

Susannah said...

Hi Jennifer - No, I don't think they understand the concept of gratefullness!

Which is probably why we love those little self contained bundles of fur, they are what they are.

They have no need to please, or to have approval, they just go on being their unaffected, beautiful feline selves. :-)

Paul Andrew Russell said...

Oh yes! Cats and pain, I know them well. lol

Susannah said...

You too! :-)

Healing now and almost forgotten.

Nice to see you Paul.

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