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Highlights from 5 years ago...

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?

In an amourous mood, or just being playful, Phoebe asked if she could post some pictures on Playcat.   Playcat is a website that promotes perpetuation of the feline species through “healthy” feline relationships, usually while alone. Phoebe is somewhat vain, but she’s not that vain.

Thinking she was being over-zealous, I suggested she might try out that new ThomCat website.  It’s especially recommended because it asks its users to encourage their owners to seek birth control for them through humane spaying and neutering. Shirley (formerly of Laverne and Shirley, But Laverne ran away, right after she and Shirley were spayed. LaVerne’s life (floozy!) is best told of under separate cover).  Anyway, Shirley kept pretending to be disinterested, sitting in the corner of the couch, sleeping.

I began: “Phoebe, you know how you always seem to overshoot your goal? How, when I open up a can – any can – with the can opener you come running and take a flying leap up on the counter?”

“Yes! I was built lean and Great Furling in the Sky! give me wings!!  I could soar on the summer winds for hours!”  

I could hear Shirley’s eyes rolling like bowling balls down the alley.  "You don’t need wings,“ I suggested. Your last flying leap put you over the kitchen counter and well over the can of soup I was opening.  You landed squarely in the sink with last night’s dishwater. You remember how that felt?”

“Well, if you had finished the dishes like you should – must I tell your sponsor? – I would have stayed dry and lustrous.  Instead I got all wet and messed up.  And it was not last night’s dishwater … it was from 3 days ago!”

“It was not!”, I countered, sounding more offended than I was.

“Oh, yes!  Just look. You can see the ring where the water stood before evaporating for 5 days.”

“Phoebe!”

“I meant 3 days…”

Trying to get back on topic, I said, “My point is this. I don’t think you’re really wanting to get the kind of attention that a gorgeous cat like you would get from PlayCat. Let’s just take some pictures and put them out there on ThomCat, and you can maybe try dating, Okay?”

“Okay,” she submitted. She can be so easy. And that is what scares me.

So these are Phoebe’s pictures.  They went up fine on Thomcat. And I’m thinking it was that last photo, the one below, the one that took no effort or set up at all(!) that got her a response. Yep.  But it was not from ThomCat or PlayCat. Instead of a playmate or boyfriend, she scored a volunteer position at an anger management organization for cats.

When I wasn’t looking, she posted her pictures on a website called FELINE_PLACATION.CœT. She thought it was a grand idea to apply for a nice playful vacation.

We get what we need when we need it, usually. Shirley got a much needed “vacation” away from Phoebe. At least for a couple days.  

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Shades of Black To White...

...with Colorful Overtones

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Nights in the North

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Treetops by Joni Niemela

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What 1 thing do you want for Christmas?

I went to write a simple answer to that question.

The answer was not as simple as it seemed.

I want a Christmas not like what all the commercial companies and corporations try to tell us it's like, but to be the kind that everyone used to have when things were quieter and gentler.

I'd want everyone to be home with their families by noon on Christmas Eve. If anyone was the kind of person who might be considered a sad sack or be a problem of one kind or another, they would fall asleep right after the noon meal and sleep straight through until after Box Day.

I want the traditional meal to be served at the right time with any burnt toast or overcooked dumplings to be the delight of the family pet.

There would be no one alone on the street, because caring people, if only for one day, took someone in need under their wing. This person would have no expectations of anything more, and grateful for whatever they received.  Best of all they would know their true needs would always be taken care of.

When comes the time to open presents (if that is your tradition), while everyone might not receive all of what they may want, they will receive what they need Gratitude fills their heart.  When the party wound down, everyone would get to their own homes or resting places in safety and peace.

The following day families and their extensions, everyone present would enjoy each other’s company.  If anyone even felt like trouble, they would end up falling asleep somewhere out of the way and wake up after Box Day with the other batch of confused but harmless miscreants. Children play with their toys, adults enjoy their sweaters and smoking jackets and bottles of fine drink and fruitcake and everything is good and wholesome as it was in the early days -- the days when Christmas trees were cut in the forest or woods and decorated with popcorn and cranberries strung together on sinew or thread and ribbons and bright, hard candy.

Those without kids (and the inevitable special few with), men with their partners and women with theirs, in their chosen way, would celebrate the season, grateful for having someone with whome to go through life. Single friends are welcome to enjoy the festivities, and when it came time to rest, everyone would have a place to lay their head .

And now, the goal of all this merriment is simply this: To recognize the good things, the important things in life, like love and compassion, kindness, and one's free will, enjoyed by making decisions that support life and happiness for everyone. Having so much abundance at this time, at the end of the year, everyone may have a chance to see that the new year beginning in a few days will give us all a chance to make each day ahead better for themselves, in some small way, for everyone else on this sphere, this big blue marble that ultimately keeps us all in good care in spite of ourselves.

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‘Resist’

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