Friday, August 22, 2014

Some Quiet Thoughts


Feeling such sadness over the loss of Sparkle while hurting over what we are so helpless to control,  I had to put the following down and make a thought-provoking connection:







As I was responding to a post http://www.canidae.com/blog/ by fellow blogger Julia Williams about how some people seem to think "a pet is just a pet," I was thinking how shallow so many assumptions like this really are. Some people have that attitude, but I hope to blazes it is a minority. Anyone who thinks like that has no sense of spiritual value or depth of feeling. They probably look at an old person and think they're "just another old lady or old man," and insignificant.

I have news for them. They are the ones who are insignificant. We can do without those who lack compassion and appreciation for those companions who are there for us when we're sick and serve as calming guides through a life fraught with uncertainty and pain. I know I couldn't ever face the inhumanity so prevalent on so many levels were it not for the comfort of a four-legged friend or friends.  Someone who dismisses an animal as inconsequential, is probably the type of person no animal or human should ever trust.

Our pets are instinctual, perceptive. Their place in our lives and our hearts are accepted routine as the days, months and years go by. Then, the shattering reality of their passing. An indescribable sadness falls over everything. It's such an emotional adjustment to eventually realize they will remain with us, but in a different way. For us though, because we appreciated their special place and recognized their value to our souls, will be blessed with a spiritual companionship until our own meeting with Fate.

A companionship some people will never know.


~~~~~~~~~~







RIP ~ Sparkle


Thursday, August 7, 2014

Throwback Thursday

I really like the concept of going back and repeating a story or sharing a photograph. Especially with how the world is today, it's nice to think of a calmer time when looking over your shoulder meant making sure loved ones were keeping up, not whether they were safe.

Going back means revisiting past church cat Toms - this entry in particular, written after J.D. Salinger's death when Tom, firmly believing he is as good a catcher in the rye as anyone, takes an imaginary trip to the writer's home:






I met him years ago but I don't remember
how or when.

I do recall wandering a long, overgrown drive thinking how his crowd of admirers had turned into a company of weeds. But, that was the whole point. I stopped to take in the house on the hilltop. That, too, appeared left to its own devices.

You wouldn't think someone like me, short and covered in fur would have easy access to one of the greatest writers of our time and a recluse, at that. But, I did. All I needed was a doorstep.

"Well, what have we here?"

He unlatches the door to let me in. There are papers everywhere. Magazines. Books. One without a cover. I notice the door has a cat flap.

"Haven't seen you around here."

Mr. Salinger, I came specially to see you. I must discuss writing.

As with those who constantly converse with inner thoughts, he is in tune with mine.

"Write for the fun of it," he says, shuffling over to the cabinet. He wore his aura like a cloak.

What about recognition?

I knew this was a sore spot, but I had to ask.

"Well--" His voice became hesitant yet at the same time contained a vehemence restrained. "It's something you need as a writer but can't control it once you get it."

Oh.

There were sardines now heaped upon a saucer with tiny white flowers in a blue border. As I ate, I thought about what he said. It was true. If I became famous, it would change everything, every part of my life. I picked up the last crumb of fish.

It can still be enjoyable, can't it?

I looked up. He had left me alone.

I turned the corner and entered a cozy area filled with ever more papers, books, and pillows in dazzling, reflected light. My famous author and benefactor was absorbed in his work. There was a calm, as if he were some creative sculptor absorbed in the modeling of his own imaginative clay.

I turned to leave.

"Write for the joy," I heard behind me.

I smile as only a cat can, with backside for emphasis, a gesture to which he can undoubtedly relate.

Rest in peace, kind sir. The sardines were delicious.






(from January 30, 2010)

Friday, July 11, 2014

Hurting, But Still Here

I knew I had to face and make it through the first year anniversary of Tom's unexpected passing. He has never once left my mind nor my heart and probably never will. It pains so much to write this, but I know he is physically around me, guiding my determination as I muddle through a most challenging period ever in my life. They say not to look back with regret, but focus forward. I'm trying my best to do that.

In my writing, I know I create a sort of immortality. Tom continues to have adventures, make people laugh, and seek out those who need a comforting purr. He also inspires some really out-of-nowhere creativity like the poem below. If you remember "Dog and Butterfly" by Heart, you can appreciate my attempt to have the same lovely tribute to cats everywhere:



THE CAT AND DRAGONFLY

The cat and dragonfly
Never really tell me why
The cat and dragonfly
Want to keep their secret
In hushed and still reply.

The cat and dragonfly
They’ll share it with the sky
The cat and dragonfly
Whisper it to birds, but why?

The cat and dragonfly
They’ll never tell you or I
The cat and dragonfly
They’ll keep their secret
Til they die
Til they die
Then watch the sky
Then 
      watch
  the
      sky.


6.17.14 ~  ©Julie Ross Mackenzie


Monday, February 24, 2014

Just One Look


Our Anastasia has made it onto the Cat Blogosphere calendar for today and we can just feel the tingle of celebration in the air and the high anticipation of a blog post after all this time. Our little purr muffin is the reason we've finally gotten our act together.




Please allow us to share who she is in one sentence:

She is our overseer, cuddlebug and hissing Rasputin all rolled into one.




Tinker will humbly accept a wink and a nod when she finds it in her heart to dispense favors, cuddling for photo opportunities which, of course, sends the poor man--weak at the knees--over the moon.




A ladycat deserving of all things, especially our affections.

Oh, by the way, her veterinarian pronounces her name Ah-nah-stah-si-a, explaining that she prefers to say it the Russian way. Her royal highness says that's fine with her. :)

Hope you all are well, especially knowing spring is coming with its warm sunpuddles and flowers.

Take care,
Chopin, Tinker, Anastasia and Mom Julie


Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Happy Holidays to All Our Friends

Our itty bitty kitty tree


Our front door with garland and birds

A little peppermint bark

Angel kitty cookies

We want to share our Christmas with you and wish you a joyous holiday and blessings now and into the New Year.

Chopin, though shy, would like me to share a "Night Before Christmas" that has him in it.



'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
There was catnip and kibble
And an occasional mouse.

All stockings were hung
By the chimney with care
In hopes that St. (Cat)Nipolas
Soon would be there.

Anastasia in her kerchief
Tinker in his cap
With Chopin, they settled
For a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn
There arose such a clatter
They sent Chopin
To see what was the matter.

It was a jolly old elf
A merry old soul
Filling stockings with goodies
And saying hello.

With paw to his lips,
Chopin pointed to where
They could hide extra yummies
So he wouldn't have to share.

"Clever lad," the gent said
As he flew out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night.

Love,
Mom Julie, Chopin, Tinker, Anastasia and Angel Tom xx

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Gotcha Day in November








Tinker: There she is behind me, my beautiful sisfur.



We had a Gotcha Day for the four-legged lady of the house (not to be confused with the two-legged).

Anastasia is our Gotcha Day girl for the month of November and we're thankful we were able to give her a good home, sweeten up her disposition and make her happy to be where she can be spoiled rotten and remain beautiful as she enters her dowager queen years. She is now 12.


Mom Julie doesn't think she could get any cuter.


A little bit about her. This past year, she was a great traveler. Give her a rest stop and she gets out of her carrier, stretches her legs, looks around at everybody, uses the bathroom--all like people do--then returns to her blanket and settles down for another nap. She'll settle in anywhere, sleep through anything, way on top of a mountain if she has to and is so cool about it.



Nothing disturbs her slumber-not locusts, an apocalypse or an invasion of zombies..


We've written a little kitty ditty just for her..


Anastasia...can't replace ya
Love your face, yeah!

She's super cool about vacuum cleaners, too. They roar right on by and she doesn't blink an eye..

That's our Stasia..
Nothing fazes ya

Happy Gotcha Day, pretty lady! And look for her again in the new Cat Blogosphere 2014 calendar during the month of February. That's Heart Month and she sure has all ours!!







~Tinker, Chopin, the Mom and Angel Tom


Monday, September 2, 2013

More Sadness

Ages ago it seems like now, we had a new friend who encouraged us to join a wonderful cat loving group, and we did. Whicky Wuudler was his name and he introduced us to his Everycat family, too.

When we lost Whicky to the Bridge, we were devastated. Now his brother, Gerry, has gone on to be with Whicky and our hearts are breaking over this.

Just recently, we found this beautiful picture and are thinking how much like Gerry this kitty looks.

If the Bridge has perches bathed in moonlight, then Gerry is there.




We send our love and deepest condolences to a family that has shown over and over how much their cats are loved. Unfortunately, the greater the love, the deeper the loss, as we all know only too well.

http://www.everycat.blogspot.com

At their blog, there is a wonderful tribute to a kitty whose time on this earth, like Tom's, was too painfully short. But, in that brief time, they give us a precious gift that we will carry in our hearts until we meet again.

This is my favorite of all the photos taken of Gerry, if we may. We wanted to include it in our own tribute today to a special cat and a special family.




All our love,

Mom Julie, Tinker, Anastasia and Angel Tom xx