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If you blog and no one reads it

Jim doesn't read my blog.

I know I shouldn't be . . . but I was a little hurt.

I haven't told the others yet. They will be more hurt.

So this morning we will be discussing "If a tree falls in the wood and there's noone around to hear it fall--does it make a sound?"

I'll close the group discussion with "If you blog and no one reads it . . . is a blog? is it a journal? or is it just vanity?

Perhaps someone else will read the blog.

Perhaps someone else will care about the wisdom of the universe.

Or maybe it is all about me and I just didn't want to admit it.

Magic?

Is photography magic? Is it an illusion?

We capture the instant and gradually it fades.

Is photography external hard drive memory?

I was such a handsome kitten.

What you think when you're exercising

I noticed while I was exercising yesterday that I think things. This song was stuck in my head.

Lover's Concerto
How gentle is the rain
That falls softly on the meadow
Birds high up in the trees
Serenade the clouds with their melody

Oh! See there beyond the hills
The bright colors of the rainbow
Some magic from above
Made this day for us
Just to fall in love
You hold me in your arms
And say once again you love me
And if your love is true
Everything will be just as wonderful

Now, I belong to you
From this day until forever
Just love me tenderly
And I'll give to you
Every part of me

Oh! Don't ever make me cry
Through long lonely nights without love
Be always true to me
Keep this day in your heart eternally
You hold me in your arms
And say once again you love me
And if your love is true
Everything will be just as wonderful


And at times I had a chant stuck in my head . . . "I am strong. I can do anything. I am strong. I am strong. I am strong."

And occasionally I had this song stuck in my head . . . .

I hear the train a comin
iit's rolling round the bend
and I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
but that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Anton..
When I was just a baby my mama told me.
Son,always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
now every time I hear that whistle I hang my head and cry..

I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
they're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
but those people keep a movin'and that's what tortures me...
Well if they'd free me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move just a little further down the line
far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
and I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....

The last song is probably because I just watched "Walk the Line."

Birth Certificate

Mom found my birth certificate over the weekend. Apparently I was born in July 1991 . . .which makes me a little bit older than they remembered me being.

Older than I remember being.

Tiger is older.

I don't remember my first mom and dad. I don't remember my first sisters and brothers.

I am glad I have the brothers I have, we get along pretty good. And I am very glad to have the mom and dad that I have now.

This is a good place to be a cat.

Happy mother's day

It is a beautiful day even though it is raining.
It is a beautiful day because you're a part of it.

I love you. I am happy you are a part of my life.
I think you are a gift. Your love and your tenderness make life really really good.

Thanks for scratching me behind the ears. That was just perfect.

You know me so well.

They aren't just song lyrics

Slow down
You move too fast
You've got to make the
Morning last

Another May Holiday

Over a hot cup of green tea this morning, we realized that this was Cinco de Mayo . . but that noone seems to be keeping track of cat holidays.

So a subcommittee has been formed to create a calendar. They are supposed to give a report in a week. There was some discussion about can they make the weeks 8 days on our calendar--so there are 3 day weekends--and then it became 5 day weekends and then just ONE workday . . . it SO gets out of hand.

There are always the trouble makers in the group. We assigned him the task of drawing the pictures.

ninja cat dance

It was still dark this morning, but the outdoor sky was graying up a bit. Birds had started to chirrup and mom was making coffee.

I sat next to her at the counter and we had a nice conversation. She asked how my arthritis is doing and gave me some gentle pets. I really like it when Mom spends time with just me.

Then there was a noise and we turned to look into the living room. Two silouetted cats were poised ninja style--opposing each other. It was still so dark it was hard to tell who was who. And then slowly very slowly there was increased threat on one side--by moving into a bigger posture . . . and the other side capitulated, matching the slow movements in speed--but going in the opposite direction.

I'm not sure what started it, but Dougal apolozied most obsequiously. Tiger gave him a bat on the head for good measure.

Youth . . . sometimes your mouth just gets away from you. Someday Dougal will learn to respect his elders.