Tag Archives: kitties

What A Little Love, And Good Food, Can Do!

Holly 03/26/2013, when I first got her.
Holly 03/26/2013, when I first got her.
Holly Now 04/25/2015.
Holly Now 04/25/2015.
Gypsy 11/18/2012 skinny thing
Gypsy 11/18/2012 skinny thing
Gypsy Now 03/12/2015.
Gypsy Now 03/12/2015.

Cats at the shelter are stressed, don’t eat right, and may have come from abusive homes.  But just get them into a safe, calm, loving environment, and they perk up, and plump up just fine.  See what a little love (and good food) can do?!

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My Dire-y 05/23/2015, Saturn Day

Yes, here we are again.  It’s Saturn Day (Saturday), the last day of the week, the Sabbath, the day God rested from the work of creation.  Saturn is the planet of Inertia, where things just passively continue along the last path they were travelling, through the power of built-up energy.  Saturday is the Jewish Sabbath, the day they are to do no work, the Holy day.

Christians worship the first day of the week, Sun Day (Sunday, bet you didn’t guess that one, haha) because they are Sun/Son worshippers.  On the “Tree Of Life” of Jewish mysticism, the Sephira Tiphareth (the central one of the 10 circles on the “Tree”) represents the both Sun, and the Christ, it’s color is yellow.  It is the sphere of the Messiah, Son of God, the central Ego, the Sun, Jesus, the Christ Consciousness within us all, that spirit which encourages us ever upward to higher spiritual attainment.  But we were talking about Saturday weren’t we.

Yes, I like Saturday.  Most of us do.  Cats were especially created for Saturdays.  Everything just drifts along on the power of the week.  A day of rest and relaxation is a fitting end to each week of work and business, biz-ness, monkey business.  Since my cats tend to sleep most of the day anyway, they feel right at home on Saturday.  This is the day where people start thinking about all the “stuff” they could/should be doing, and say, “to hell with it, I’m going to relax, drink a beer, and watch TV”.  This is the day on which it is proper to take exactly that attitude.  I think I will just join right in…. 8^)

Happy old-school Sabbath, everyone!

 

Let Me Introduce You to My Kitties

These furry little creatures are part of my immediate family. They chose me, and have the run of the house, for the most part. I still do not let them sleep with me, mainly because I believe they would wake me at times I do not want to be awakened. Maybe someday this will change. I know that when I sleep sitting up on the couch (because I was too tired, or lazy to actually make it to the bedroom) they sleep with me, and do not seem to bother me.

But let me get to the introductions…

HOLLY

One of my girls...
One of my girls…
What she does best...
What she does best…

Holly is the lethargic one.  Not much bothers her.  She is the kind of cat that children could pick up, mess with, dress up, and manipulate as though she were a dancing puppet, without her fighting them or trying to get away.  She has about 5 minutes a day of running around like a bat out of… well, you get the picture.  This is her the rest of the day.  She is a slow and fussy eater.

GYPSY

My other girl...
My other girl…
One of her favorite spots...
One of her favorite spots…

This is Gypsy, a very loving and affectionate kitty.  She is the nervous fraidy cat of the two.  Where Holly is docile most of the time, Gypsy is the one jumping at any little sound, rooting out the least little bug, playing it to death, and jumping any time you touch her when she is not looking.  She loves to lick my fingers (mostly after I have eaten, before washing my hands).  She has always scarfed down her food in record time as if she had been starved as a youngling (and possibly she was neglected).  Actually, she was driven to a cat shelter, and abandoned in the parking lot, presumably because they were full and not accepting new cats at the time.  But the people at the shelter saw what happened, coaxed her from behind the wheel of a parked car, and took her in anyway, and now she is mine.

PALS

Spooning...
Spooning…
Sleeping, ya a lot...
Sleeping, ya a lot…
Gazing sweetly into each others' eyes...
Gazing sweetly into each others’ eyes…
At least Gypsy is paying attention...
At least Gypsy is paying attention…
Eating...
Eating…

When they are hungry (usually starting about 30 minutes BEFORE their normal feeding time), they jump up on the couch, rub against me, and sit staring at me until I give in and feed them.

And occasionally they are awake at the same time...
And occasionally they are awake at the same time…

They may not be the most exciting cats; they run and play like crazy about 5-10 minutes a day, they eat, they sleep, they poop, and can be annoying when they do things they KNOW they are not allowed, they get yelled at, they don’t care, and they do what they want regardless, but I love them anyway.  And maybe, in their kitty way, they love me too.