Over the weekend I got unhinged by kittens. Boy that was fun. Now it’s a weekday. So back to work: I want the world to improve. For cats, that is. No hope remains, where beans are concerned. Present company excepted. (Cue laughter. Cue laughter. ::tap tap:: Is this thing on?)
Skeleton walks into a bar and says to the bartender: “I’ll have a beer and a mop.”
Took me a while, too. Beer, skeleton, beer ends up where? Ah, good. This thing is on after all.
Important Point again:
“All the heady-info in the world can’t help a bean who’s laboring under the burden of fear and worry.”
Heady info in this case: Cats develop their predation and foraging skills by play.
Inference: Bugs may have been mistaking Bean for a littermate.
Action Plan: Firm “no,” followed by “yes” more in line with both points of view.
And the only thing standing between this Bean and the diamond-like clarity of that theory was the emotional fug around here. Which to me felt just like fresh air.
So it is, unaware, we walk through our lives thinking we know what’s up.
Visual: One man on a horse, the other man sitting on a saddle suspended in mid-air.
Saddle-guy says to the other: “The way I see it, we’re all riding in on our delusions.”
Now I’m reading this great book about that kind of thing. It’s called Incognito, by David Eagleman. Terry Gross did an interview with him on “Fresh Air” recently.
Here’s what the emotional atmosphere looks like around here as of yesterday:
I attribute this to the fug clearing, and info penetrating. I could actually take in comments from you, Teresa of Tellington, Kim of Michigan, and Jackson of Galaxy.
Info: Cats need secure runways through the territory and they need high places from which to ponder the world’s errors. Maybe not all cats?
Inference: But in this cat Bugs’s case, the inference might be justified — given his aerial exploits to date — that his emotional climate may have been adversely affected by missing those two attributes in this place.
Action Plan: Clear some space in the physical plant as well as the emotional one. Yesterday I moved some stuff off high places and went in search of runway-material. (And you’ll be proud of my self-discipline in steering well clear of the PetSmart kittens lurking nearby. For the moment.)
Here is the beautiful material I found at Bed Bath and Beyond.
It’s billed as a rubber-backed microfiber kitchen-rug. It is no-skid and it must be so sweet on the pitty-paws. I wondered how Bugs would take in that
smell scent that pervades all things BB&B – but Bugs sat all over the material as I was cutting it, so maybe the smell scent is not an issue for him. I’m sorry I didn’t grab the camera, but I was trying to focus in the available time. Here is the result.
That’s my grandmother in the background, my father’s mother. I found that photo of her in the recent flood damage. When I was small I loved her with all my might. Now I like the imperfection of it all. I also like this broken angel I put near her. (Guess who broke it.)
We’re all broken angels.
I like the sound of that rubber-backed rug. I’m going to pinch that idea for my cat tree (if I ever make it) 😀
Thank you for helping with the skeleton joke – I really wouldn’t have got it without that hefty hint.
Squeeee!! Ellie! It comes in — ready? LEOPARD!!
I’m gonna e-mail the president, see whether he’s willing to take a small order from me (in exchange for this free shout-out).
Ooooooh, that leopard print is really fun – puuuuurfect!
I’m looking for it to get here tomorrow or Friday. Whoop.
Oooo, you’ll have to let me know if the new elevated places helps at all! I’ve wondered if I should be doing that myself, though for the most part, my kitty-beasts seem smug and self-satisfied enough. Though I wonder if Romeo could have benefited…
I surely will, Melanie. Maybe in your kids’s cases, if it ain’t broke. . . . But in Romeo’s case, his namesake did have a thing for balconies, so maybe it’d have been just the ticket for him. . . . Course now he is in a very high place, zichrono l’bracha. As for this physical plant over here, I’m now unsure whether it was the highness that worked yesterday for Bugs, or only the novelty of the thing — today he was less thrilled (and possibly more cranky, tho we did have one gutbuster of a storm thunder thru). So I have one more plan for high places, to be put in action over the holiday, and we shall see. Tell you what, it was Katnip Lounge’s pic of one of her babies who had surgery for a torn ACL that got me less amused than I had been with Bugs’s skyjumping antics . . . .
Yes, that looks like it will do the trick! Im proud of you!! I like the way you tackle problems head on and don’t give up till you get to the nitty gritty. The book also looks super interesting!
Im was glad for the joke translation. LoL
Oh thank you, dear Sara. I can be awful bone-headed, so it’s fun to imagine myself as not giving up instead. The book is crammed with Ripley’s Believe It Or Not type stories. Amazing. And the guy’s a really entertaining writer. Glad to be able to provide the joke. I think it really is cool. What a picture, no?