Mykonos is a city of light and wind. Citizens are required to whitewash their houses three times a year and color police enforce the color restrictions. Narrow winding streets were a deterrent to marauding pirates and they did a good job of deterring me as well. We were perpetually lost. The wrapped pipes (white, of course) reminded me of African masks. It was obvious to us all why Mykonos is noted for its windmills, as constant gusty winds helped to cool down the otherwise hot day. Shopping galore, but I resisted the $1500 blouse and instead photographed the resident reigning cat in her royal wicker chair. No dogs were in evidence, but this black cat welcomed us to shore from her comfortable spot under the shade of a concrete bench. A lovely end to our last day of the cruise. Tomorrow we arise at 6 to go to Athens to catch our separate planes to Chicago. We overnight there and then I head back to Guadalajara, my sister back to Sheridan.
One ungainly orphan elephant, wandering and uncertain of where his journey’s leading him, comes upon a curtain of mist that rises from the plain, shimmering, evanescent. The stars now muted overhead, the moon a fuzzy crescent. He splits the curtain, comes upon a lone and lost impala split off from the herd during some wild stampeding gala. They form a duo and plod on, each looking for a herd. Such an unlikely couple. Impossibly absurd. And yet they struck a certain chord, each one with the other. She was the sister that he lacked, and he her missing brother. One thing led to another. She fit him like a glove, and before they knew it, the two were fast in love. When the baby came, it looked a bit like a nyala, a bit like a rhinoceros––an elephantiala!!
This fat cat had installed herself amongst my friend’s art supplies, perhaps a hint that she herself was worthy of becoming art, and so I assisted in this feat.
One more cat in the window photo, and we’ll have 25 and a guaranteed payoff to the charity of choice of whomever’s name is drawn, but the challenge goes on all of April, so I’ll keep adding to the ‘kitty” up to the amount of $100. Okay to enter more than once! When the count hits 25, I’ll republish the list of entrants, so check to make sure I got your name on the list. Please establish a link to the site given below:
Here are a couple of my own “Cat in the Window” shots, as well as one by my friend Gloria. The story behind her shot is that I was visiting at her house and we were talking about “things” we loved. She brought out this bronze cat and said it was something she’d thought she liked, but she’d never been able to find a place for. I suggested she put it on the windowsill and she said she often put flowers there, but I said, no, I meant to put it on the outside sill between the window and the window grill. She just sent me this photo. Perfect!
And, here is a recent little encounter acted out inside/outside my kitchen between my very reclusive older cat, Annie, who is still resentful of the four kittens I adopted two years ago. She is just now starting to allow a few overtures from Kukla, who with her brother Ollie is one of the two remaining “kittens” who are pretty much outside cats except for occasional nighttime visits inside, where Annie is pretty much the crabby occupant to their tentative visitor. (Click on the first photo below to enlarge and view all.)
It could be be beginning of a beautiful friendship, or Annie might just be coveting Kukla’s breakfast.
Now, please share your “Cat in the Window” photos. And don’t forget to tell us the story behind the photo! Publish them in your blog and put a link in comments below or if you don’t have a blog, just send me the photo via Facebook or email.
Cats love of apricity is more than just a fluke. It is a vital tendency and so we can’t rebuke our cats for lying prone a lot in any ray of sun. A cat’s in need of toasting as much as any bun. If you can imagine a Kardashian without the flash of any flashbulb, you will without a doubt be able to imagine a cat without the rays filtered through venetian blinds, or fully in the blaze of a scorching summer sun. A cat can withstand all the heat that we can give them, in summer, winter fall. And if there is no sun at all, a cat can just make do with the full attention of a surrogate like you!!!
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Prompt words for today are vital, rebuke, apricity and imagine.
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Pull up a Seat
These pictures were taken on Mezcala Island, where “from 1812 to 1816, a small band of Mexican rebels or insurgents on the island held off the Spanish army and navy against overwhelming odds. Tired of the humiliation, the Spanish finally negotiated a peaceful surrender with the insurgents. Later the island served as a Spanish prison for many years. There is a Ceremonial precinct where indigenous structures and hieroglyphics existed on the island before the fortifications were built.”***
Traces of these sites still remain. Now it is a popular tourist spot in Lake Chapala. This little lady seems to have declared herself in charge.
I measure her cat food with care from the vat, but she has such an aptitude, my little cat for flushing out lizards and others like that. With delicate paw thrusts, she gives them a bat ’til they barely know where it is that they’re at, then unleashes her claws for a more severe pat.
Be it lizard or bird or scorpion or rat, she defeats it as though it were merely a gnat and lays it out nicely on my front door mat: one scorpion sting less or a feather for my hat, then returns to the stool where she formerly sat, licking her chops, and that’s why she’s so fat!!!