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Entwined in my jacket, spread out on my quilt, my cats take up the space they frequent with so little guilt. I wonder what they visualize in their cache of dreams? Is their sleep as peaceful as it always seems?
The dogs may twitch and bark and reach out paws in times of rest, but cat sleep is so tranquil. They “do” their sleep the best.
They need no permission to tuck their chores away and wander inward to their dreams, be it night or day.
Oh that I could rest away from all the world’s mad clatter. The dreams they dream upon your lap are helpful in the latter— their purr the loveliest mantra to help your mind unfurl as you become their mattress, pinned beneath their curl.
My wild girl gone so tame, when repeatedly
you bleat Now, Now, Now.
What is it you ask for?
Perhaps this planned sleep
after 18 long years together?
There is no way to meet
your demands but one.
old friend. Go to sleep.
A fleeting shadow on the wall, what do you make of that? Another and another joins this swirling mass of bat. Fortuitous destruction, they swarm across the lake. What an impressive undulating constant stream they make. They go to eat mosquitos in the farther fields they roam, leaving only guano here closer to their home. The wellbeing they foster, I fear is far afield. Here at home there’s not a single benefit they yield. They sleep by day then hurry off on nightly winged weavings, leaving me, with broom and scrub brush, dealing with their leavings.
A dog just needs something to chase and lacking a car to chase, given a friendly arm to throw it, sticks work just fine. Those bottles, by the way, are not trash. The fishermen were using them to hold up ropes keeping the water hyacinth back to open a channel.
Tourists of every size and shape visit the zoo to stand and gape at lion, leopard, tiger, ape. They eye its thickness as they gape at chainlink, conjure up the scrape of claws on metal, then on nape. What is their likelihood of escape?
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If you are following my development of a totally unique new concept in cat food based on the cat’s own preferences, you’ve already seen the rationale HERE and HERE. A suggestion by Forgottenman in the comments of that post has led to my improvement of his suggestion. Namely, a feeding dish on the back of a windup mouse that will cater to a cat’s natural proclivity to pursue his quarry. This system ties into a cat’s wild nature, turning a feline turned domestic once again into a hunter/huntress. Watch your cat’s appetite turn from finicky to ravenous as it gives way to the spell of wild game gained in a wild pursuit. (Flavors available in mouse, rat, squirrel, garter snake and cockroach. Further motivational dispersal systems will soon be available compatible with all of the flavors.)
Disclaimer: Fancy Feast does not indeed make a “Mouse” flavored cat food. I have altered and used their can design only as a means to illustrate my earlier poem. This is a joke, folks!!!!
Here is a photo I received via email from my friend Candace Spence, who is the 25th person to send an image! The prompt is still alive until the end of April! HERE is the place to link your photo if you are putting it onto your blog. We’ve just hit 25 entries, so on May 1 I will hold a drawing and donate up to $100 to the charity of choice of the winner of the drawing, depending on how many entries there are. You can also see links to a number of the photos there.