tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320479736034351430.post5314619129943240209..comments2023-10-03T07:01:41.144-05:00Comments on Always On Watch: Semper Vigilans: Feeding TimeAlways On Watchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08192688822955022541noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320479736034351430.post-3015840236372052582016-10-02T20:34:39.252-05:002016-10-02T20:34:39.252-05:00I'd love to have a Scottish fold. What beautif...I'd love to have a Scottish fold. What beautiful cats. Or those massive Maine coon cats.<br /><br />BZAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320479736034351430.post-5175705088727144852016-10-01T18:33:59.257-05:002016-10-01T18:33:59.257-05:00What great news, Z! I'm so glad for you –– and...What great news, Z! I'm so glad for you –– and for the kitty named Blues. <br /><br />I remember your telling me years ago, when I suggested you might want to get another cat or two after Marcello and Musetta passed away, that you couldn't possibly have ANOTHER cat, you only wanted Musetta and Marcello back, which was, of course, impossible.<br /><br />At any rate, I'm glad you've changed your mind. Cats are like little angels, they bring so much charm and good cheer into our lives.<br /><br />I don't know what I'd do without my two. Great company both of them, even though they are not very fond of each other.<br /><br />"There's always something," as Granny used to say in Downton Abbey. I'm going to go on missing that show for a long time.FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320479736034351430.post-23546382754637594412016-10-01T15:52:37.848-05:002016-10-01T15:52:37.848-05:00Hi, the vet thinks she's about four and I can&...Hi, the vet thinks she's about four and I can't get a picture that captures her beauty, but I'm TRYING! Those blue eyes are killer but don't really translate to film somehow... Will send one to you ASAP. Thanks xxxZhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15989573357446569262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320479736034351430.post-64938629962091134062016-10-01T14:33:35.621-05:002016-10-01T14:33:35.621-05:00Z!
How old is your kitty?
And, most important, do...Z!<br />How old is your kitty?<br /><br />And, most important, do you have a photo of her?Always On Watchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08192688822955022541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320479736034351430.post-48760324850081375582016-10-01T14:23:58.188-05:002016-10-01T14:23:58.188-05:00And I just got "Blues"...her name was &q...And I just got "Blues"...her name was "Blue," but it was too 'pick up truck and red bandana" for me...so, since I LOVE the Blues, she's BLUES now....big blue eyes out of a dark brown Siamese face..she is HEAVENLY.<br />She was the cat taken in by my friend who'd have been 98 next week....she got her last year...she'd been telling me I should get a pet after Mr. Z died and I kept saying NO all these 7 years...finally, when she passed almost 2 months ago, I took Blues....and I'm so happy I did...She's an AMAZING little girl!<br />And Nancy got her way! Z has a cat!<br /><br />Your Amber is adorable, and I KNOW that look! Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15989573357446569262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320479736034351430.post-61899099972023235362016-10-01T07:38:09.763-05:002016-10-01T07:38:09.763-05:00A poem for Amber! I love it, FT!
Thank you so mu...A poem for Amber! I love it, FT!<br /><br />Thank you so much.<br /><br />BTW, when we named her, she had amber-colored eyes. Now, not so much.<br /><br />PS: Amber prefers to be called "Ambie" (with the accent on the last syllable). And Cameo likes to be called "Cammie" or "Cam-Cam." Cammie hates the n-word (the word "no"). Cats!Always On Watchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08192688822955022541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320479736034351430.post-27462406334121436512016-10-01T06:49:13.666-05:002016-10-01T06:49:13.666-05:00__________ TO AMBER _________
Who could resist th...<b>__________ TO AMBER _________<br /><br /><i>Who could resist those eyes, pussycat?<br />Trusting, demanding, eager, beseeching.<br />We do not know precisely why we find you irresistible.<br />After all, what do you really do to earn your daily portion?<br />Keep the mice at bay? Well, maybe, but that's not why<br />We love you. It's something about your aura of independence<br />Even though we know how vulnerable you really are.<br />We'd hate to see your self-esteem damaged.<br />If anyone hurt or betrayed you, it would certainly damage us.<br />You just know you are important ––<br />And we can't help but respond accordingly.<br />And besides, you have about you an aura of mystery,<br />And enchantment that makes you uniquely beautiful.<br />We can never be sure whether you were put on earth <br />–––– for our benefit,<br />________or the other way 'round, can we?</i></b><br /><br />~ FreeThinke, October 1, 2016, 7:47 AMFreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320479736034351430.post-48835590780792395312016-09-30T17:57:22.577-05:002016-09-30T17:57:22.577-05:00_______ TO A CAT _______
Mirrors are not more si...<b>_______ TO A CAT _______<br /><br /> <i>Mirrors are not more silent<br />nor the creeping dawn more secretive;<br />in the moonlight, you are that panther<br />we catch sight of from afar.<br /><br />By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,<br />we look for you in vain;<br />More remote, even, than the Ganges or the setting sun,<br />yours is the solitude, yours the secret.<br /><br />Your haunch allows the lingering<br />caress of my hand.<br /> You have accepted,<br />since that long forgotten past,<br />the love of the distrustful hand.<br /><br />You belong to another time.<br /> You are lord<br />of a place bounded like a dream.</i></b><br /><br />~ William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320479736034351430.post-1333185121961206162016-09-30T14:15:55.010-05:002016-09-30T14:15:55.010-05:00Bunkerville,
Intent, isn't she?Bunkerville, <br />Intent, isn't she?Always On Watchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08192688822955022541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320479736034351430.post-91948512629748775752016-09-30T12:09:23.081-05:002016-09-30T12:09:23.081-05:00Her eyes tell the whole story!Her eyes tell the whole story!Bunkervillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14427978686579892380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320479736034351430.post-79528581802703848242016-09-30T09:00:58.390-05:002016-09-30T09:00:58.390-05:00__ THE POEM CAT __
Sometimes the poem
doesn't...<b>__ THE POEM CAT __<br /><br /><i>Sometimes the poem<br />doesn't want to come;<br />it hides from the poet<br />like a playful cat<br />who has run<br />under the house<br />& lurks among slugs,<br />roots, spiders' eyes,<br />ledge so long out of the sun<br />that it is dank<br />with the breath of the Troll King. <br /><br />Sometimes the poem<br />darts away<br />like a coy lover<br />who is afraid of being possessed,<br />of feeling too much,<br />of losing his essential<br />loneliness-which he calls<br />freedom. <br /><br />Sometimes the poem<br />can't requite<br />the poet's passion. <br /><br />The poem is a dance<br />between poet & poem,<br />but sometimes the poem<br />just won't dance<br />and lurks on the sidelines<br />tapping its feet-<br />iambs, trochees-<br />out of step with the music<br />of your mariachi band. <br /><br />If the poem won't come,<br />I say: sneak up on it.<br />Pretend you don't care.<br />Sit in your chair<br />reading Shakespeare, Neruda,<br />immortal Emily<br />and let yourself flow<br />into their music. <br /><br />Go to the kitchen<br />and start peeling onions<br />for homemade sugo. <br /><br />Before you know it,<br />the poem will be crying<br />as your ripe tomatoes<br />bubble away<br />with inspiration. <br /><br />When the whole house is filled<br />with the tender tomato aroma,<br />start kneading the pasta. <br /><br />As you rock<br />over the damp sensuous dough,<br />making it bend to your will,<br />as you make love to this manna<br />of flour and water,<br />the poem will get hungry<br />and come<br />just like a cat<br />coming home<br />when you least<br />expect her.</i></b> <br /><br /><br />~ Erica Jong (1942 - )FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320479736034351430.post-86509808487793474332016-09-30T08:53:33.587-05:002016-09-30T08:53:33.587-05:00_________ BLACK CAT _________
A ghost, though inv...<b>_________ BLACK CAT _________<br /><br /><i>A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place<br />your sight can knock on, echoing; but here<br />within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze<br />will be absorbed and utterly disappear:<br /><br />just as a raving madman, when nothing else<br />can ease him, charges into his dark night<br />howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels<br />the rage being taken in and pacified.<br /><br />She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen<br />into her, so that, like an audience,<br />she can look them over, menacing and sullen,<br />and curl to sleep with them. But all at once<br /><br />as if awakened, she turns her face to yours;<br />and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,<br />inside the golden amber of her eyeballs<br />suspended, like a prehistoric fly.</i></b> <br /><br />~ Rainer Maria RilkeFreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320479736034351430.post-36405148278982178192016-09-30T07:39:53.813-05:002016-09-30T07:39:53.813-05:00Well, that's a relief!
She couldn't have ...Well, that's a relief!<br /><br />She couldn't have landed in a better place, bless her.FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320479736034351430.post-86360669134634744432016-09-30T07:30:05.896-05:002016-09-30T07:30:05.896-05:00Ambie is NOT a Democrat. She's an Independent...Ambie is <b>NOT</b> a Democrat. She's an Independent.<br /><br />Ambie grew up without having the privilege of being a trustfundista. Poor thing! She had so many "homes" before she finally got here to her forever home.Always On Watchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08192688822955022541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4320479736034351430.post-62119941990073175462016-09-30T07:02:13.447-05:002016-09-30T07:02:13.447-05:00It looks like your friend Amber must be a Democrat...It looks like your friend Amber must be a Democrat. <br /><br />Don't you feel bad for having nursed this viper on your bosom?<br /><br />};^)>FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.com