Kittens Are My Heroes

I have a cat and I named him Seven. Actually his full name is Bond, Cat Bond 007. About a month ago he, yes HE - - brought home a tiny kitten. I have determined it couldn't have been more than six weeks old. It's little ears were still folded and it was soooooo pitifully malnourished. And I determined it was a boy.

After three days it was finally able to sit up and eat from his dish on his own, and after a month, I have nicknamed him Holy Terror of the Floor. He is becoming an important part of the family and well, we all know there's nothing like having a 'kitteh' around to make you smile.

What made Seven think that bringing him here was the thing to do? I know he had to have carried the little mite here because the kitten was so weak and small it could never have climbed the steps to be where I found it. Seven even marched into my room, which he never does, and demanded my attention that morning. He knew I would care for the baby.

He has become a marvelous 'daddycat' to the little wild critter and is slowly teaching him all the necessary cat things he needs to know. Scientists and people in the know always tell you how most animals are not self-aware, but I would argue vociferously with that belief. My cats and my dog recognize themselves in the mirror, and Seven must be very self-aware and understand that humans care for you or he would never have brought the kitten here, right??

And he must have been aware that the kitten needed help and food. Where better to get that than where the human is? The baby was too small to eat a mouse or a bird, although it was so hungry and thirsty that it might have tried. It didn't even have teeth enough to crunch a kibble, so, eating fresh kill that Seven could have provided for the critter was out of the question.

I just find it amazing the things animals can do and people never give them the full credit for their intelligence that they deserve. Just think about it. If you were grabbed up by HUGE!!  alien life form, taken into a totally different environment than what you were familiar with, accosted with noise noise noise!!! how would you react?? Could you just take it in stride and get on with life the way a kitten does???

 Ripley never cried for his lost mama, he loves when Seven comes to spend time with him and he is even developing a fondness for his human captor. He is almost strong enough to be introduced to climbing a tree and Seven seems more than ready to teach him all the hunting skills he'll need to get on in life.

I can only aspire to be as brave and face life like my kittens do, without fear an an attitude that would make Genghis Khan cringe :)  It can't get any better than that!!

Aging Gracefully... Nah!!

Good morning
Long time no see.
Ever have those periods in your life when you look back and wonder what has happened for the last few months...years.... decades.

Aging is a hard thing to do, no matter that it takes no effort to accomplish, maintaining a state of age takes effort. I look at the world through aged eyes but still the youth cries to be free. Shame the body cries because of the pain of exuberance.

But, let us not despair. With age comes knowledge, but no one ever said it was useful knowledge :)

BOOM Shaaka Laaka

Hi all

Just to catch you up, as if most all five of you don't already know, I have jumped in to the technological era with both feet and find it rather daunting. I now have Internet that moves at the speed of sound, light is still a bit faster...I think.

I have the noise of television and traffic, dogs barking and roosters crowing, and Internet that moves at the speed of sound. Oh, wait, did I say that already? Well, let me tell ya, it can change the whole way you see the world and is worth a second mention. Probably even a third one as well.

My daughter has BOOM in her vehicle; a gift from her husband for Christmas, and you'd think he gave her a diamond tiara or something instead of a couple of 12 inch sub-woofer speakers the way she's so tickled about it. After riding in her car and experiencing this phenomenon for myself...I can't say I blame her too much.

Did you like the loud concerts back when? Did you want to stand as close to the speakers as possible and feel the vibrations when your favorite rock band took the stage? This is so much better that she really should charge a fee and take people for a ride like they do in hot air balloons.

 It rearranged my molecules. They say those who listen to classical music improve their mathematical ablitites or have better abilities..something of that nature. After having one's brain cells rearranged from the mathematical vibrations of BOOM, dreams even become something of an experience as well. Daily thoughts become transformed and it's much easier to Achieve a State of Euphoria simply from the memory of motion.

 The evening I experienced this for the first time, I actually vibrated for the rest of the evening. Truly. It was akin to the sensation one experiences when you spend the day standing in the surf and still feel the motion after you retire for the night. I know this to have happened because upon awakening the next morning, before I was even coherent in my mind, I was aware that my body was no longer vibrating. Awakening to a world that was relatively still was as exhilarating as being dispersed in the clouds.

  It took my breath away and made me aware of nothing but my own insides...every organ I was aware of, and I know exactly how many blood cells I have because I could count each one. I could have walked through walls. My molecules were vibrating so much I really felt like something from a science fiction movie, like there was enough space between each of my individual cells so that if I wanted, passing through a wall would have been possible. Maybe at least a screen....something with bigger spaces.

I have tried over the years to stay as current with music as I can. I still like the old stuff but I'm just as likely to be jammin' with my grandson and listening to some of his heavy metal (which is NOTHING like I remember!!!) and my daughter is always finding new and different artists. I'm glad she has such a great appreciation of music and literature.

 And I'm really glad she has a great husband who spends a bit of time thinking about the gifts he gives her. He made her very happy and that's something we all want to see our children have --- happiness. And not only that, but her brother would just love it and I know he'd be buggin' her to take him places just so they could BOOM!!!! And I'm jellyus...I'll admit it.


My lousy radio won't even play a tape and sound decent and BOOM is out of the question. My car has a lousy paint job and I'd vibrate the rest of the paint right off of it. Good thing I can hum and keep myself amused.

And, needless to say, now that my molecules have been rearranged by music ...well.... life will never be the same and I can't say I mind. Time for a sea change anyway. So, I suppose I'll try a different direction for a while.

Gifts

     All around me I have gifts; the gift of a new computer and mouse, the gift of new/old table, the gift of some berries from a friend's harvest, the gift of a new/old camera, the gift of gab and laughter when friends visit, the gift of a new day. But the most important gift of all....love. Plain, simple, unconditional love.

Katie Rose All Grown Up

    Usually this is something I feel I get from my animals, especially my Katie Rose. She loves me just because I'm hers. And, of course, I love her 'cause she's mine. I called my Rottweiler, Pierre, one of my heroes because he never met a stranger. He was always glad to see you and always showed his happiness. He was there for me when others didn't have the time or inclination. I try to be like that. It's a hard row to hoe that dog left behind for me.

Pierre` Is Trying To Ignore This New Intrusion

  Trying to follow the example set by my critters is harder than you might think. Giving of yourself without expecting anything but happiness in return...it takes practice. I've had to learn to overlook it if someone forgets to say thank you as long as there's a sparkle of happiness somewhere along the line. But, recently, I've learned I have that kind of love from people, too. I've learned over the years not to trust people. They always have their best interests at heart, not yours. People don't know how to give of themselves the way a simple animal does.

Love Is a Good Snuggle

      Well, I think I am just a bit wrong about that. I know my daughter loves me because I'm hers. I love her because she's mine and that's enough. When I discovered, truly, that other people love me just because I am me....well...it's one of those things that makes you cry happy tears.

     I am so uncertain what my future holds, but it's gonna be okay because I have family. They are not of my blood, they never knew me when I was a child, but they are my family and they are the greatest gift I've ever been given.

They Love Me Because I'm Theirs and I Love Them Because They Are MINE!!!

Texture of Life

I took Little Pink Camera out looking for textures.