How do I know that cats are privy to the thoughts of humans and maybe even have a feel for the sentimental?
Earlier today, as I finally broke out the vacuum to clean a bit, I thought about taking this sideways box, with its old Steve t-shirt bed, out. Be done with it I said. It’s been sitting on this rug in front of my TV for months, empty.
It was a spot my dearly missed Blink, in her too short a time, would sleep in or use to torment old girl Mimi from atop boxtop when Mimi would claim it, Blink The Kit just happily cat slappin’ away while Mimi growled her old lady annoyance. But I couldn’t quite bring myself to do it, to get rid of it, surely because of just that.
Today though, while I cleaned, and with firm resolve, was the day I thought, today it would go. Done. Gone. One less thing and pained memory to step around.
Bella has never layed in it. Ever.
And so it stays.
Ohhh, for sentimental cats.
One: Because I said there would be more from these two and, no, before you ask, I don’t know their names or gender (UPDATE: Found out – a gal & guy – meet Rico (yellow top) and Birdy Ray (orange top)). They’re just two beautiful, godly colorful, noisy-ass birds with a good spot in the sunroom … and they seem to like me. I’m good with that.
Two: Pretense for reminding myself and then pointing out to you all one of my all-time favorite of movies, “Birdy”. A 1984 Alan Parker film (oh, where have you gone old friend) with Matthew Modine and Nicolas Cage and a soundtrack from Peter Gabriel. Win, Win, Win, triple Win. I think I may have even gained a glimpe into where Matthew Modine’s character could have been coming from.
And shit, since I have the DVD, I guess I just planned my Saturday night huh?
The movie also has one of the greatest one word scenes ever (the ending), but no spoiler here.
Though I’m looking a little tired here and, dare I say, old, this is exactly the reason that I look forward to coming home from long days. Thank you for that Momma D.
Cats and dogs and … birds … oh my!