It has been awhile since I have felt like sitting down and writing anything here. There are a variety of reasons. Not all of them negative. Mostly time passing faster than I suspected mixed in with a dash of boredom with my ownself. I was getting too down and out when writing. Self-confession and introspective drama only stretches so far before sickening me. I'm not saying I have been wrong. I am saying I have been enough on the side of serious thinking. Lethal for a recovering alcoholic. Oh how seriously I take myself, myself, myself...! Bleh! Best to remember that I am one among many and have so far not found one single thing unique about myself other than, of course, my DNA. So when I blow myself up to a huge proportion of anything I have stepped over the danger line. I mean, really!
So, I have these four cats. I don't even know which of me decided to take in four cats. It could not have been the practical me. (I do too have some practical part, smarty friends!) It certainly could not have been the part of me that grasps reality from time to time. I think, because they came into my life one at a time, that it was the mothering part of me. Yes, maternal instincts were dominant in each case. Four cats. I love them all. I wanted a dog. You can see that the maternal me was undoubtedly confused four times in a row. Imagine that! Stray animals and stray people are my achilles heel. One of the cats acts a little like a dog, which is kind of him. He must intuitively know that he should have been a dachsund. Darn! It isn't as if I can just let them go or give them back. I don't want to for one thing...the main thing. Four cats!! Is you crazy?
Mr. Owl has been gone for awhile now. I resent progress as trees fall and roads are built. The bunny rabbits and the squirrels and the owls and the little foxes disappear. I want to stand in the middle of the woods and scream, "NO!", but they have big bulldozers and scary looking men wearing hard hats and I am a 62 year old activist without a cause other than I miss my animal friends. Mr. Owl was my true friend. I pray he is happy and finding mice in abundance.
Back to work in a few minutes. Then time to feed the cats and sit and wonder what I am going to avoid doing for the remainder of the day.
No comments:
Post a Comment