Photo taken post walk
One day a couple of years ago, I spied a small cat sitting on our windowsill. It was strange because I thought I knew all the neighborhood indoor/outdoor and barn cats, including the big orange tabby that haunted the pastures and the Siamese mix from next door. Continue reading “Haiku: The Cat Who Found Us”
Some people find the unblinking stare of a cat unsettling, but it captures my imagination. It makes me think that the wheels are turning…that schemes are being concocted.
Or, perhaps, that he’s observing or contemplating something that tests the boundaries of human comprehension: multiverses, apparitions, the meaning of existence, free will versus determinism..?
Or maybe he’s just tracking dust motes or other miniscule objects that I simply can’t see.
What do you think is going on here?
Do you like limericks? Me, too! And while they’re often, well…spicy, they can also just be good, clean fun.
I’ve been looking for treadmills for a while (my fantasy treadmill would definitely be a Woodway Curve XL), but just can’t seem to pull the trigger on buying one. Mind you, I’ve owned several treadmills over the years – they’re a pain when you decide to move, not to mention that they’re not exactly fun. While on the machine, I’m acutely aware that I’m going nowhere, really, and it’s pretty boring. To get in some exercise and help the dogs burn off some energy, we took a long walk this morning, instead.
I suspect that our dogs may enjoy crisp fall-on-the-cusp-of-winter weather as much as we do. One is a puppy, so it’s all new to her: frost on the grass, crunchy leaves, the seed pods that have fallen from the tulip poplar (that she persistently attempts to eat). Since she’s just a youngster, she also has an astonishing amount of energy, and we try to help her burn some of it off by chasing a rope tug toy with her older “sister”. It lifts my spirits to see the dogs running through the leaves, hear the crackly swooshing sound the leaves make, and watch the leaves flying as the dogs skid to a stop when they’ve grabbed the toy.
Once grabbed, the dog with the rope runs off, hoping the other will give chase. Our older dog is really fast – when she turns on the “turbo”, you can almost feel the power: those muscular legs propel explosive sprints and agile turns. She runs like a greyhound, and for the sheer joy of it. I envy the dogs those flexible spines, too – they can turn on a dime and reverse direction in a split second, moves that only well-trained human athletes could safely attempt.
The dogs play rough, as dogs do: once, when our puppy was just a small fry (not that long ago), her sister barrelled into her and bounced her off a tree trunk (and she didn’t even whimper!). Aghast, we ran over to check on her and make sure there were no cracked ribs or other injuries; to our surprise, she was just fine and the game went on. I can only imagine how much convalescing I would have required after bouncing off a tree trunk – and the game would definitely have been over.
Hooray for this cold, crisp, dry weather that allows the dogs to go out and play in the leaves – and for the time to watch them, throw those toys, and hear the sounds of nature around me. These are the moments – fleeting and precious – for which I consciously try to be present. One day soon, our frisky puppy will be a mature (sedate?) dog, and these leafy antics will just be a fond memory…or maybe they’ll enjoy this kind of horseplay for years to come!