Tuesday, July 07, 2009

more july

This was a photo my son took last week that I saved for another look at July. This is Osage, aka Muffine Eloise, aka Muffiane, aka The Princess. You wouldn't guess it by their appearances OR their personalities, but she, Dickens E. Wickens, and Keats are full siblings.

She can often be found lying on her back on the lounge chair on our deck, or curled up in a sink somewhere inside the house. On the day the photo was taken, she had just had a Close Encounter of the Donkey Kind with young Redford, and decided, as cats will, that she liked being in a position of power, higher up on the fence.

I just found a wonderful quote over at Fjordwoman's blog. It expresses much of what I've been feeling lately:

A human being is part of a whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.

-Albert Einstein


Grey Horse Matters said...

I hadn't seen that quote before. It's wonderful.
Love your kitty. She is beautiful and I like the intensity of her gaze, it seems to say, I'm going to do something I just don't know what yet.

billie said...

You're right, Arlene, she was plotting something! Of all the felines here, she is the one who adores being held like a baby, rocked and snuggled. She likes nothing more than being held and having the curls on her belly rubbed.

Victoria Cummings said...

Oh that Albert Einstein! Your cat is beautiful. I've been told that cats with that coloring are good mousers. Is she a hunter?

billie said...

No, she is a princess who lays around the house and expects to be carried around!

The most intense hunter is Keats, the solid black girl, and then Dickens, the tuxedo cowboy.

Keats, though sleek in appearance, actually outweighs all our cats by a number of pounds. We are convinced she supplements the food we offer with live game. (we often find remnants that suggests this is a pretty solid bet)