The cat box

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cats, mythology, pets, photography, unconditional love

You know the old joke about buying a gift for a child and he ends up playing with the box.

It took a while for the cats to get the concept of the hide-y box we purchased a few weeks ago. It’s not like they have a shortage of play structures and climbing surfaces…  They seem to be getting too old to climb to the usual vantage points.

I like this photograph from a sunny Saturday (#Caturday). It depicts harmony and contentment.

 

I am glad they are learning to share. More like I am glad Geneva is learning to share…

The other box they share requires daily attention.

These darlings just may outlive their servant.

You can follow and enjoy a new series of pages under “Pampered Cats and Other Household Gods“. Do drop by.

While you’re feeling adventurous, why not drop by the blog for The Year of the Rabbit – A Novel about Fate, Family and Forgiveness?

Cheers!

T

 

 

Compassion and Contentment

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cats, compassion, contentment, Kwan Yin, prayer, Reflection, worship

It is Sunday, my day of reflection.

Tabby Cat sharing a sun puddle with Kwan Yin

The weekend has been relaxing and productive around our humble home. We have the freedom to choose if we wish to visit a building, a natural space or remain in our home to reflect and pray. We can also choose which day and how many times a week.

Here you can see a new statue of Kwan Yin, the Asian Goddess of Mercy. We welcomed her into our home in celebration of the Lunar New Year a few weeks ago.

Some also refer to her as the Goddess of Compassion. I like that. Our world could use some more compassion these days.

I try to instill that wisdom upon Geneva regarding her treatment of Snuggles but it’s a hard lesson.

A peaceful morning

Wishing you a peaceful Sunday. I invite you to read an excerpt from The Year of the Rabbbit, when young Sera Fletcher finds her special spot to relax on a Sunday afternoon.

Thanks for dropping by.

T

 

It was all about the dress

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Catholic, childhood, church, Dresses, Family, memories, poverty, religion

Thinking back to my First Communion, I’m pretty sure I was more interested in the frilly white dress than the concept of “The Body of Christ”.

Catholic girl’s first communion

The Body of Christ concept kinda scared me. So did images of that pitiful, bleeding Jesus crucifix hanging near the altar of our church. Scared the bee-jeezuz outta me.

Fuzzy memories take me to the back room in our family home, that armoire at the bottom of the stairs. I admired the few pretty dresses that Mother hung in there. Now I’m sure the one I wore had already gone through my four older sisters.

Growing up Catholic also meant growing up poor.

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Then there was the Confirmation during my awkward early teens. I remember dragging my feet to get ready. I recall one of my older sisters wrestling me into the tub to wash up. I remember wearing the light blue skirt that Mother made for me, along with some frugal blouse. I remember one of the smart-ass boys making fun of it. The concept of being poor really sunk in when I discovered my parents couldn’t afford to buy me a suitable dress for the occasion.

Going through photo albums, I have admired wedding photos of a couple of sisters, of my Mother wearing the pretty, white dress. Ah, the virginal, white dress for wedded bliss.

When I eventually married, I did not qualify to wear a white dress. I also needed something loose to fit over my growing belly. I was five months pregnant.

The hesitant bride wore a long dark blue batik gown. It brought out her eyes. 

Thanks for dropping by. Visit the other blog where the Tabby Cat rules.

T