What a rag doll. He just folds, flops, and flips over when held. Actually, he didn’t want to be held. He was a loner until he met Maurice and Lucy, my cats.
His name was Adi.
Ever since he had the pleasure of being with my cats, he wants out. Kicked the door and sounded the blood curling meow. He terrorized his owners to let him out to visit my cats. To simplify life, I gave a written note to the owner that Adi is more than welcome to visit anytime. Here’s a key to my apartment. This way, I won’t be woken up with knocking on my door.
He’s nickname is “dish washer” because he ate all the leftover cat food and licked the bowls clean. He loved Maurice than Lucy. It’s a male bonding thing.
When Maurice died, Adi still came. I loved his quiet presence.
Being a purebred cat, he had many complications. Even when he was sick, he insisted coming to my place. I wanted Adi to die naturally like Maurice instead of being euthanized. But he wasn’t my cat.
He must have been at least 15 years old.
It’s time for me to clean up my iPhone and move all the thousands photos of Adi to the storage. Took me that long to mourn for Adi. I miss him.
Across from the building, a cat is on the balcony with no place to hide from the scorching sun.
The cat is has been outside for a couple of days. The balcony door is close, owner is missing in action. We called SPCA (Society of Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) asking for advice. SPCA needs pictures of the status of the cat and a report from them before they can act on rescue mission.
For the past nights, the cat has been meowing in distress.
Forget that, time to rescue the cat without SPCA.
Here enter the Cat ~ Woman, yours truly: Picture this: Second floor balcony, a long ladder, and three adults (Mr. and Mrs. Room 307 and Mr. Frenchie) holding the ladder, watching Cat ~ Woman climb up to second floor, assess the situation and to take pictures as evidence for SPCA.
A box with pillow and poo poo, a litter box filled with more poo poo, a bowl of dry food, no water.
“If you think long enough about what you see in a cat, you begin to suppose you will understand everything, but its eyes tell you there is nothing to understand, there is only life.” Leonard Michaels
My cats helped me define myself, just to be, to have inner peace. Every since I started living on my own, without companionship, I will be suffering on my own. Being with the cats, they are very sensitive to my needs in such a way they will just sit beside me saying “Here I Am.”
Looking back in my old post, I want to include this to remind myself that the Earth is a sanctuary.
Earth teach me quiet ~ as the grasses are still with a new light.
Earth teach me suffering ~ as old stones suffer from memory.
Earth teach me humility ~ as blossoms are humble with beginning.
Earth teach me caring ~ as mothers nurture their young.
Earth teach me courage ~ as the tree that stands alone.
Earth teach me limitation ~ as the ant that crawls on the ground.
Earth teach me freedom ~ as the eagle that soars in the sky.
Earth teach me acceptance ~ as the leaves that die each fall.
Earth teach me renewal ~ as the seed that rises in the spring.
Earth teach me to forget myself ~ as melted snow forgets its life.
Earth teach me to remember kindness ~ as dry fields weep with rain.
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“I LIVED with the same cat for 19 years — by far the longest relationship of my adult life. Under common law, this cat was my wife. I fell asleep at night with the warm, pleasant weight of the cat on my chest. The first thing I saw on most mornings was the foreshortened paw of the cat retreating slowly from my face and her baleful crescent glare informing me that it was Cat Food Time. As I often told her, in a mellow, resonant, Barry White voice: “There is no luuve … like the luuve that exists … between a man … and his cat.”
“I never meant to become this person. My own cat turned up as a stray at my cabin on the Chesapeake Bay when I was sitting out on the deck eating leftover crabs. She was only a couple of months old then, small enough that my friend Kevin could fit her whole head in his mouth. She appeared from underneath the porch, piteously mewling, and I gave her some cold white crab meat. I did not know then that feeding a stray cat is effectively adopting that cat.”
“We don’t know what goes on inside an animal’s head; we may doubt whether they have anything we’d call consciousness, and we can’t know how much they understand or what their emotions feel like. I will never know what, if anything, the cat thought of me. But I can tell you this: A man who is in a room with a cat — whatever else we might say about that man — is not alone.”
A Man and His Cat By TIM KREIDER. A most enjoyable and delightful read published at New York Times. Read the whole article here.
This piece of exquisite literature has attracted positive comments even if a reader is not cat lover.
A Perfect Pair
This is me and Dillon, my blind cat. He and I have a symbiotic relationship. I rescued him, and he rescues me every day. He is determined, courageous, intelligent, and humorous. He constantly inspires me, personally and creatively. He gives me perspective. We love each other, and we make each other’s lives better. What more could you ask for from a cat? Photograph byHannah Harvey.
Hannah, I admire you for rescuing Dillon, your blind cat. I hope you inspire others to look beyond the surface of the cute and young when doing the good deed of rescuing, it is hard to do. Of course the focus of this photograph is the dramatic eyes or lack of. Thank you,Robin Schwartz
From: National Geographic’s Assignment “The Animals We Love.”
There were 28 winning contributors out of over 16,000 photos and this is one of winning photos.
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