There are very few times
when a cat wants to be seen.
If your attention is needed,
you will know what I mean.
When I am napping and hunting
or eating or sleeping
your voice is not needed
and your face not worth seeing.
I hide for a reason
and no matter how you call
I will not respond or come
I don’t look like a dog at all.
So here are the rules,
there are two times we should meet,
if ever there is poop on my butt,
or every time I need a treat.
While I am quite content with who I am, there are a few things that I have always wished for that might make life a little better or at least a little fun.
-I wish I had a foreign accent. (I did try this my first day of high school, hoping I could convince everyone I was really British. Unfortunately, my British and Australian are a little muddled.)
-I wish I were just a few inches taller. (I don’t want to play basketball or anything, just reach the top shelf without a stretch.)
-I wish I could read an entire book in a minute. (This is really the only way I could come close to finishing my ever-growing library.)
-I wish I had the money and space to adopt every cat in need and find them forever homes. (Let’s face it, I would probably take in every animal in need.)
-I wish my cat loved me. (At least she loves the treats I give her.)
-I wish I had the ability to heal or at least ease the pain of my loved ones. (Maybe the least realistic of my wishes, but possibly the one I would wish for most.)
Just between you and me
there is a secret place
to which I can escape
and be who I am truly.
No matter what I say
or how hard you may seek,
this place will remain a secret
since only I know the way.
The walls that surround
are impenetrable for sure
and no tools and no words
will bring them to the ground.
But if ever you hold a space
within my heart I could arrange
a trip around the walls
and a glimpse at my secret place.
English Translation
Long ago in a far away land, there lived a woman named Arantxa. She lived in a little house in the woods with a dwarf woman and a cat.
The little house was black and had many windows. It was very old and near the house there were many trees.
Arantxa was blonde and beautiful. She had blue eyes and was very nice.
The cat was named Zorro. He was very handsome, intelligent, and blue. Arantxa loved the cat.
The dwarf was called Paloma. She was ugly and short but very nice. She lived with Arantxa but she was always lonely.
One day, while they were living the boring life, a thief named Ricardo appeared. Ricardo kidnapped Paloma. Arantxa and Zorro were very sad.
Arantxa called the prince and he left the castle. His name was Ignacio and with his father, he searched the woods but he couldn’t find Paloma.
Arantxa was lonely. Zorro stopped eating and was sick and he was very skinny.
Then, one day, a beautiful princess arrived at the house. She said, “Arantxa? ‘Tis I, Paloma!”
Right after, Ricardo entered the house but as a handsome prince. Paloma said, “we fell in love and then my fairy godmother appeared and changed us into a prince and a princess.” Zorro and Arantxa were happy.
But Paloma said goodbye to Arantxa and Zorro and she lived happily with Ricardo. Arantxa fell in love with Ignacio and married him. Arantxa and Zorro moved into the castle and all lived happily ever after.
The End.
It is true that you learn something new everyday. At least if you keep an open mind and are willing to learn this is true. These are some recent epiphanies that have blown my mind and changed my life forever.
-I need to stop smiling in pictures because I have chubby cheeks and smiling makes me look about 100 lbs. heavier than I actually am.
-Before you hit “spin” in Trivia Crack, you can move the wheel manually to a different icon.
-The world really is a scary place with scary people out there and they all support the Trump campaign.
-Occam’s razor does not really apply to me or anyone in my family, it is almost always the zebra in our case.
-Knowing that someone else is wrong, doesn’t make you right.
-9 times out of 10, self-diagnosing oneself with Google is more accurate than any doctor. And hey, for that tenth time, at least you saved your money for the hospital bills that will ensue after the infection spreads.
-Walking a mile in someone’s shoes really does no good because we all have different feet.
Unconditional love can be observed
in phone calls at 3 am,
tear-soaked shoulders,
rib-busting laughter,
in moments of weakness,
in moments of strength,
in words unspoken,
and in actions unseen.
Readers can be defined
by what fills their shelves.
They amass a collection
that reveals their true selves.
Writers are harder to peg
as they hide their true self
for the tomes that they create
are on their inner shelf.
What could be better
than a field full of mice?
A stream full of fish
could be just as nice.
A wide open field
where a cat could play.
Grasses so green
I could eat them all day.
How busy I would be
but when all is said and done
I could curl up and nap
and bathe in the sun.
Oh, how splendid
this dream may be
until I awake to
my imprisoned reality.
I did in fact have a dream just last night. In this dream, I met the most beautiful woman who had the unfortunate luck of having all four of her tires slashed by some recently escaped convicts. In my dream, I took it upon myself to be a white knight and help this damsel in distress out, not only because she was stunning, but because it was the right thing to do. I know why I had this dream though, because as is often the case, dreams are influenced by reality and reality is influenced by dreams.
Just the night before last, my mother had a dream. In this dream, my motorcycle would not start for work and as a result I was stranded. Well, this actually happened in some fashion. On my way home from work, I stopped for gas and when I tried to start my bike back up, it wouldn’t start. As I was tinkering with the bike, I was approached by three men in a truck. They offered to jump my battery and when we discovered that the connections were just loose, they dug around in their truck until they found a ratchet set to tighten the connections.
Being part cautious and part stubborn, I initially thanked them for their offer, but assured them that I would be fine on my own. These three generations of gentlemen insisted though and had me back on the road in no time. I know they will most likely never read this blog, but even if my continued appreciation does not reach them, I hope that this might make a few more people pay it forward. They helped me out for no reason other than that it was the right thing to do. Also probably because I am so hot. Thank you to my white knights for making it not such a terrible thing to be a damsel in distress.
How can you use words
to express that which you feel
when you don’t know yourself
which emotions are real?
Autumn Siders 