Those two elements have emerged as important currently over here at the home-place: Fire & Water.
Fire first. The bottom has dropped out of the temperature here and I mean it feels cold. There’s a freeze advisory and come on! seems like we go from inferno to deep freeze in the space of one week.
So the other day, on this temperature merry-go-round, finds Barney eating breakfast in Base Camp when the furnace kicked in. (The furnace lives in Base Camp.) Poor old Barnes. It took him a while to get my attention and by the time I finally heard him meowing (most uncharacteristic; Barnes is as silent as Fang was an opera-star), I opened the door to find him shaking like a leaf. He streaked out and hid under the bed for two hours.
I then spent the day with the furnace off. Freezing my butt off. This situation could not last.
But with operant conditioning — by that I mean liberal application of treats, and playing with Bugs where Barnes could see we weren’t being devoured by the Evil Roaring Monster — it didn’t take long before Barnes could cope and I could shed my hat and coat.
True, he has gone from under the bed to hiding under the table in my grandmother’s needlepoint chair.
And gouging the hell out of the lovely needlepoint chair-back. Needles to say. Has anybody noticed how perfect needlepoint is to hone one’s scimitars on?
Small price to pay, though, to have Barnes out from under the bed. And me no longer subthermic, if that’s a word. The WordPress red-pencil elves evidently don’t think so.
In any case. That’s Fire taken care-of.
The Water is in my most recent big adventure into blog-dom. I have just launched another blog. This one is about what in tarnation the relationship could be between the FELDENKRAIS METHOD® of movement awareness and realizing unavowed dreams.
I’m calling the blog “Dreams Incognito.” Dear Cat-friends, if you would just do my stats a big favor and check out the first two posts and the “About,” I would love you even more than I already do. Which is heaps.
So — see you over there? Or, if not, back here soon.
And not to neglect Bugs. Goodness sakes, Cat-People, these felines are a handful. Bugsy has developed a mild case of feline acne under his chin. I now realize he developed the same thing when Fang first got here. Stress, I’m thinking — or another fight-wound plus surrounding acne.
He can’t even watch OutTV, to which he is addicted, without looking over his shoulder.
Still. You can see by the photo, the acne’s not too bad. And with Fang it cleared up eventually.
Never a dull moment.