It’s something about a dream…a Miracle or a Curse…whatever do they mean?
Are we the only ones that feel this way????
Should you worry if the dream is doom and gloom or can you apply that ‘dreams go by opposites’ which works well for a dream where everything goes wrong…you encounter obstacle after obstacle… but what about those happy dreams…does it mean you’re doomed and Karma is going to get ya???
Goes without saying, Momma and Wonder Boy will have a perfectly normal day and then, out of the blue, bold as brass, RIP Daddy parachutes in to their dreams, then sky-rockets out,without leaving a clue about whether it is just:
A friendly visit, hi, how are you, I’m fine, just fine (like he always professed on the Earth plane)
A message of good tidings to come
A warning of catastrophe ahead
Don’t worry be happy…I-got-your-back
The night cast in moonlight.
One night Momma was woken from her sleep by a type of movement she could hear but not see. In a state of semi consciousness she moved out of her room and noticed the television flickering in the living room. Wonder Boy was sitting on the couch, one eye glued to his tablet, the other looking at the TV screen…a very usual occurrence…except RIP Daddy was sitting in his easy chair, the recliner, eyes glued to the television screen, his face as serious as a judge.
Momma whispered and motioned, ‘Wonder Boy, look at RIP Daddy, sitting in his chair’…but the words were barely spoken and RIP Daddy was Gone.Baby.Gone., evaporating before her very eyes. To Momma the dream was so real, the next day she asked Wonder Boy had it really happened… uh, that would be no Momma…it was all in your head.
Why was RIP Daddy’s face so long and serious…what else could befall them in a world of catastrophes? Who knew? Better to cross your fingers and have faith that it was just the family reuniting again, by powers beyond our comprehension,even for a few seconds.
Momma & Wonder Boy long ago and far away.
Momma is not alone, trying to analyse the complexity of dreams that include RIP Daddy. Wonder Boy gets regular visitations which confound him (and, being so logical, he is not an easily confounded type). The most recent dream Wonder Boy was beset by obstacles…his phone was hacked…which was leading him to breakdown point. Wonder Boy went to the kitchen for breakfast. Momma was using the micro wave, RIP Daddy had the toaster oven so all Wonder Boy could do was make toast… the toaster caught on fire, spreading quickly to a basket on the table.
Always the Hero, RIP Daddy grabbed the burning basket, ran outside and through it in the snow bank. Wonder Boy woke up, so confused and spent from dream that it took a while to drift back to sleep…but when he did, there was RIP Daddy, above his head, to his left in a perfectly clear bubble, young, healthy and tanned, smiling beatifically at him.
So please, for the Love of God,we implore you…what does it mean?Is RIP Daddy not really resting-in-peace but worrying that his family on earth still need him to survive. Or is RIP Daddy telling Wonder Boy and Momma, ‘I am there for you…yesterday, today, forever’ but for now we’ll ….
Fairies ♥ summer nights!
Sleep with one eye open…Gripping our pillows tight…Exit: light…Enter: night…Take ourhands… We’re off to NeverNever Land … (Paraphrase Metallica).
Shadows gather, and now my watch begins.It shall not end until my death.I shall take no other, hold no lands, mother no children.I shall wear no crowns and win no glory.I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness.
Amen!
I am the watcher on the walls.I am the fire that burns against the cold,the light that brings the dawn,the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.I pledge my life and honor to the Shadows' Watch, for this Life and any Life to come.
Paraphrase Game of Thrones
SSSHHHH…don’t tell anyone…it’s a secret…take it to your grave… The Bad Boy Andy is getting old… I am either thirteen (Vet swears) or fourteen (Momma knows best, bet on it)years old… kind of like those poor displaced souls who were born when their country was in turmoil and no birth registrations took place.
Just like many a Two Footed who have more days behind them, then coming at them, I have mellowed…even developed a lop sided sense of empathy and humor. Now who couldn’t ♥ a cat like that?
So innocent…
Well, we’ll tell you…that foul tempered Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte Charlie. If I would dare to come within ten feet of her, I am deafened by her irrational hissing and snarling. I try so hard, (honestly) just try to sneak in to Momma’s room so I can settle in the dog cage for a quick nap but she sees me, hears me, smells me, feels me…I swear…it is beyond text-book neurosis the hatred that cat reserves for poor me! She can be buried under the blankets in Momma’s bed and leap out at me, like a tiger on speed.
Every once in a while Charlie will (gently) correct my sister Diva Calico Gen,(who is more trouble than a barrel of monkeys), batting her across the snout, but even so, when Gen is mean to her, Charlie just slinks off in shame, head low, tail lower.
See…we are pals!
Then there is Jakita… I don’t think Charlie has ever even given that dog (yes, you are a dog, Jakita, not a Senorita or whatever high faluting blue blooded species you believe you belong to) a cross look and never a hiss or snarl….a love fest… apparently the rule is: No Boys Allowed!
Yet if I have the audacity to cross the thresh hold of Momma’s room, it is Game On, fight to the death, I will leave that room in tatters…take the other day…Momma and Jakita heard this unholy snarl, then a thump followed by ‘help me caterwaul’…oh no, it wasn’t Charlie that needed saving from me…I needed saving from Charlie. She had pounced on my back, and with expert finesse (she must have had training in Extreme Marshal Arts, I am sure, totally),gouged my eye with her clawed paws, embedding a long sharp nail right under my left eye.
Now I know I should be thankful…it wasn’t in my eye…and Wonder Boy saw it and pulled it out…but still… I’m not feeling the love.
Sometimes as I contemplate the situation, I wonder could Charlie be a feminist first…possibly…. she likes Gen and Jakita because they are girlies like her. I notice she hides behind the door and hisses softly at Clem (also a Tom cat) but never like the treatment she reserves for me.
I’m a ♥er…not a fighter!
I believe since Clem is a feral, Charlie has enough smarts to not start something she can’t finish….maybe…possibly…but Clem’s no brawler either, or else I wouldn’t let him come around.
Contemplation 101!
I am thinking of starting a blog with Cat Tips (oh, and we could sell some Cat Nip)plus a Have Your Say Help Desk where poor, underappreciated Brainiac Bad Boy Kitties can tell their tales (not showoff their tails) because Momma says that there is nothing new in this world… just yesterdays headaches and heartaches amplified by our full tilt existence…
Say it Ain’t So….Me and my Momma. Oh, & by the way, what is up with my eye?
Oh, it’s groomin’ time again, you’re gonna take me….I can see by the fur growing o’er my eyes…I can tell by the way you look at me now Momma….That it won’t be long before it’s groomin’ time!
Once upon a time, there was a Kingdom within a Kingdom, with lofty headstones that stand beside simple grave markers,all remembering their dearly departed.
And all around that least sought after piece of real estate, were wrought iron gates, padlocked at sun down,whether to keep the live out or the dead in, was up for debate.
In this sacred ground where the saints lay side by side the sinners, there is so much life … before death…after death …constant motion as plots are set in motion and plots are filled….
All things Green!
We the trees hear it all, see it all, feel it all…and are constantly entertained by the busy little squirrels, rabbits and a plethora of birds that make nests on the sturdiest, most leafiest branches that protect their young until such time that they breakout…to a sometimes unforgiving world… because well, you know kids theses days….they don’t listen to their elders.
We all hear the Mama Squirrels and (Papas too) shriek at their babies….do not go past the wrought iron fence…there is traffic out there…cars driven almost seems autonomously by sleep deprived Two Footed creatures, who notice (oh, darn) after the damage has been inflicted on the innocent.
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Still we get endless hours of entertainment watching baby squirrels, one racing up, one racing down the tree, colliding head on falling to the ground…shake themselves off and start all over again. We laugh and say they need teeny tiny crash helmets to protect their still developing brains…assuming they have brains (big assumption).Still, a lot of the squirrels and rabbits are smart and stay, generation after generation, like us, rooted to the land of their ancestors.
Yes, those super sweet, fluffy little bunnies who hop, hop, hop after their Mama’s… until the day they decide to slide under the iron gate to freedom….well, ‘Come back, come back, you are protected in the Sanctuary of the Dead’ falls on deaf ears. We always sigh when we see that happen because the predators … your affectionate domestic cat, to your loving smoochie doggie have a divine plan and that poor helpless bunny is in its cross hares….so to speak.
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Poor Mama Bunny usually has a couple in her litter who are either wiser or more timid, that have it figured out….inside the gates, safe operation, outside, all bets off…we’re staying put.
But the birds, the birds, how can we help the birds…because it is free range for those nasty crows, who rob nests indiscriminately (some, not all) …and those environmentally friendly eagles…well, they can be hell to pay for other feathered friends…Armageddon all over again.
So Hear Ye, Hear Ye…This Meeting Has Now Been Called to order: In Attendance: A Slew of Squirrels: Red, Brown, Gray, Black and a couple of Albinos…. Rabbits, all shape, colors and sizes…quite obvious that some families are hogging the carnation patches…Some beaten up feral cats…
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A family of Raccoonsthat live in the steel bin behind the Equipment Shed…A posse of skunks (who let them in?) … A Lonely old Possum and some Garden snakes ….oh, and it is such a wet summer, there are intermittent ponds around the grounds, with a Duck Family and Frogs.
Since we live in a (sort of) democracy, we allow input from all present…no, no, we will not be building a Trump Wallaround the Sacred Resting Place of the Two Footed, nor erecting a retractable or wire dometo keep your precious babies from harm’s way.
However we, the big old oak trees, fir trees, maple trees, birch trees…we have made a pack, taken an oath, made a pledge …. if you, our feathered, flurry and slithery friends will just tone it down, whisper like the leaves, (always blame the victim) we will do our best to protect you from the destructive, dark forces of nature and man.
Oh, and Mama… step up the discipline…if there is such a thing as dog trainers…surely there must be squirrel, rabbit, bird trainers who will teach your dearest, most darling offspring that, ‘No means No’or erect electronic fences. As parents. you must bring something to the table.
Mr. Wise Old Owl Fr: Morguefile AppleMark
Mr. Wise Old Owl looked down from his perch and proclaimed… ‘That won’t work… we support the rite of passage of Rumspringa for our youth…for if no one leaves, we will be over run with population, many will perish as supplies dwindle, as hunger ensues, chaos will soon follow.
‘Huh’, said the Trees. ‘Huh’, repeated all the Feathered, Furry and Slippery Friends. ‘Meeting adjourned’, said the Most Ancient Old Oak Tree…and Mr. Wise Owl, don’t come to the next meeting… Nobody likes a Know-It-All.
Happy days were here again……
Still, Most Ancient Old Oak Treemused… ‘It’s the circle of life…And it moves us all…Through ups and downs….Through faith and love….Till we find our place…On the path unwinding…..In the circle…The circle of life…
No doubt, with progress, comes situations that the Geeky inventors, are helpless and hopeless to anticipate… In a Geek’s world, logic prevails…while for the rest of mankind, it is part logic,part magic, part spiritual and the rest just falls out into various vexations that we saw coming, but had no way to control.
Like ‘in the day’ everything was plug it in, plug it in from home appliances, to entertainment equipment. Oh, sure, if you wanted to take say, first your transistor, later your boom box to the beach party, you brought along batteries…a lot of batteries….Now it is a ‘no go’ in the Nanny State Western Worldwhere there are laws prohibiting breaking the sound barrier…with hefty fines…maybe even jail time for offenders…go figure.
I bet you got one too…
Today, it is still all about plug it in …to a charge station. It seems like every member of the house needs at least one super-duper power bar, with six to eight plug units, with an extra bar set up for general family use…that much-needed carbon monoxide monitor (the smoke detector still uses batteries)…and the Family GPS, (Global Positioning System) used frequently because does anyone really know where they are going?The GPS is fun because you can tease it by not going in the direction it suggests…then listen to Recalculating, Recalculating… Just don’t follow it verbatim when it directs you to the middle of a lake…after all…it is artificial intelligence.
Now you know what the individual power bar for each family member charges…because we each have our own cell phone that requires daily top ups from all the downloads, necessary to keep us entertained 24/7. Then we need space for charging the IPad, since the bigger screen streams better videos and shows as well as the digital news (no wonder the newspapers are going bankrupt). There is the digital camera we use and…. Let’s not forget we have to charge the toothbrush. We need a couple of spots for when a friend drops by and has to top up their equipment….sounds marvelous, clap on the back smart…till you meet Diva Calico Gen.
Still the latest, greatest scratch your head and roll your eyes…the EV (ElectricVehicle) wherein it takes hours to recharge…definitely only for the upwardly mobile who have a garage full of cars to usewhile the EV is in Charge Mode….and do you get your own station or abandon yourEV at a community charge centre and walk home…all scary stuff way beyond my pay grade to ponder.
Gen….looks like trouble to me.
And how will the Diva Calico Gens of the world react? Have the Geeks considered that aspect….ya think?
Now Jakita, the Ultimate Earth Dog would never lower herself to chew wires (although Kleenex are still fair game)…in her puppy days, she was a chewaholicbut she went to Chewaholic Anonymous so that passed…Bad Boy Andy has no interest, not a Geek, bigger fish to fry (if he can find them)….and Charlie, Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte refuses to be bad…but for Diva Calico Gen, life is a relentless pursuit of self entertainment . She methodically whips, then chews all wires, in every charging station because apparently…kitties just want to have fun….and duh, you can buy new ones…good for the economy…oh, and it is a challenge for Geeks to rethink their game plan ….so it is all good, right?
I am depending on you, Geeks.
So give it some thought, Geeks.There surely is a solution for every problem that in turn will create another conundrum….just keep in mindDiva Calico Gen…(maybe 14 years old but has the wherewithal of a kitten), she lives to one up you, with sharp incisor teeth, a bat of her paw, and a sweet and innocent Cheshire grin…it’s always game on, Geeks.
We’re all just one charge away…No Superman to save the day….Use friends stations if you may….We’re all just one charge away. …..from Chaos! (Paraphrase Charlie Puth)
Let’s talk about cats. You know an Ultimate Earth Dog like me just hates to admit, maybe, I have learned by observing some of their feline traits but sadly… it is the truth…not the Kelly Conway’s Alternative Truth but the real truth, so help me God. Just don’t put me on the witness stand, I’ll take the 5th,(sound familiar Former National Security Adviser Michael Flynn?) Or Canadian style, I’ll Deny, Deny, Deny like former Premier Ross Thatcher did. I may outright lie like the good law and order outstanding dog that I am.
When I arrived at my ForeverHome, I had seen barn cats, heck, I had pestered barn catsbut I had never had any need to foster a relationship. After all I had my siblings wrapped around my paw paws and our poor overworked, underfed Baby Mama who doted on her puppies. To her, we could do no wrong, while in reality, we seldom did right.
Lucky for me, the Cool Catsin my ForeverHome knew dogs, understood dogs and not just abided them, but actually♥’d dogs. Like Mother Hens, they all had lessons to teach me although I noticed they were not adverse to teasing and making fun of mewhen my head got too big to go through the doorway. Since I take offense easily, I would stalk away and ignore them until they cajoled me back in to a better frame of mind.
The first thing I noticed about our Cool Cats was how every morning, when they came from their favourite sleeping space, is that they would daintily sniff kiss each others’ nose in greeting…like, ‘Good morning. Did you sleep well?’ It went without saying that this camaraderie could last mere minutes if one cat stuck his nose in the other cats’ food dish. There wererules written in indelible ink (I would later include them in my Policies and Procedures for All Creation). They all had their own dish, at their own feeding station. If a cat stepped over the line, it was Game On, Beat the Tar Out of You Time.
However, once they stepped away from their own feeding station, anyone (even a puppy) could step in and lick the platter clean. There were a lot of cats, a lot of platters but it worked for me!
Andy on Jakita’s leash – no 100 yard dash to freedom when he is on duty.
Now that Zanny the Yorkie before me had some deep-rooted, I believe I can fly psychosis. When I joined the family, the Cool Cats feared I might be the same so they were constantly guarding me, in front of open door, outside on a walk, even in the back yard when I was trying to sleep. At that time I was a lightweight (before I licked all the platters clean), so the Cool Cats would drape their long bodies over me, anchoring me in place so I couldn’t run away on their watch. I mean, I was a puppy, I had no idea what I had done to deserve this treatment but I am older and wiser and still alive today…not like poor, precocious Never-Listen-Never-Learn Zanny.
Andy in Front, Beau in Middle, Gen at back.
In no time the Cool Cats, who would sleep close to each other but not entwined together as when they were kitties, let me use them as cushions or wrap arounds. It was like my Baby Mama, who endured discomfort to make me feel beloved. In no time I was under the Cool Cats’ spell and developed a responsibility to serve and protect them, now and forever…even if they sometimes do stupid things like jump on the kitchen counter and I just have to tattle on them.
I know, I know you are thinking I am the ‘if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one your with’ type but who cares… it works for me because I got the Cool Cats, especially my BFF Gen, my Wonder Boy who dotes on me, understands everything about me (and everything else) and a Momma who feeds, walks, and♥’sme…and every day, I am learning, which helps me remain the Most Ultimate Earth Dog Ever…but next life…
Jakita & Gen, BFF ♥
I am coming back as a Cool Cat …an Indoor/Outdoor Cat, that hangs out at the creek in the cool of the day, then heads on inside when it too hot to breathe, in the dog days of summer or when the Arctic Vortex comes calling in the deep freeze of winter…bet on it…just bet on it!
Hold that thought…..I like being the Chief Cat Protector and Boss ….let me think on it….I’ll get back to you…pinkie promise!
Would I lie to you? Would I lie to you truly?Now would I say something that wasn’t true?I’m asking you truly….Would I lie to you????? (Paraphrase the Eurythmics)
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