Dadgummit — I wanted to catch Bugsie’s ferocious toothy snarl in the act of dismembering this cane, from my now-defunct summer lilies — and all I got was the “as the world turns” effect again.
So let me take a different tack with this post.
My relationship with this cat is a spotted one, as regular readers know. He was once feral, after all.
This next picture expresses a lot about how that can go, from time to time.
The cold shoulder.
Here, though, are ones I took just a minute ago. He accepted a treat and extended a paw.
Just long enough for me to grab the camera — and then he dashed off again into the other room. Pfffft.
Still. I strive to take what he gives with gratitude and thanksgiving. Fresh start. It’s Rosh Hashanah. New beginnings. Beginner’s mind.
Come to think of it, though, the beginner’s-mind thing has always been a problem for me. Standing in the way of perfect enlightenment.
Never mind. There’s still time. Insh’allah.