Karbon Kounty Moos

Happy Furry Friday - from everyone here - furry or not.

Have a great weekend.

What they took for inattentiveness was a miracle of concentration.

—– Toni Morrison

Have you ever watched a cat stalk a bird? Every muscle, every tendon, every heartbeat is focused on the prey.

Have you ever watched a cat stretch after a nap? Every muscle, every tendon, every heartbeat is involved in the stretch.

Sometimes when we are totally concentrating on a task we may seem rude and inattentive. Yet we are wholly present. We are present to our moment of focus.

These moments of complete focus are magical moments and frequently are times when we experience the oneness with our Higher Power and the process of the universe. We are totally within ourselves, and we are totally beyond ourselves.

I REJOICE for the moments of total oneness. I am truly myself when within and beyond myself.

Directly from Meditations for Women Who Do Too Much -
by Anne Wilson Schaef

(except for Rocky)

I’ve been setting a live trap every night the last week or so. Every morning it has been tripped and tipped over, but I haven’t caught the raiders. They’ve been wreaking havoc with the bird feeders. Seconds after letting the dogs out this morning, the raucous lawn party began. By the time I made it to the front yard they were attacking and rolling the cage. The big tom wasn’t thrilled with the new turn of events. Ty had a collar that I was able to grab. He was put on the porch. Lucky wasn’t wearing her collar, I had taken it off last night while scratching her neck. The old girl was having so much fun I couldn’t get anywhere near her. Somehow, I caught Sugar. I was making a lot more noise than any of the animals. I’m not sure why I bother, no one pays any attention to me. Finally, I got Lucky on the porch, too. There was a stick involved.

For the fun part I donned a pair of leather gloves. The trap is so mangled I couldn’t get the door to stay open. Tom was very vocal in his displeasure. I was holding the door open for him, but he didn’t trust me. What a surprise. He insisted on facing the back of the cage. I had to hold the cage door open and get him turned around. The third time was a charm.

According to Rocky, who’s shady and cool in this photo.
It’s Finally Friday and time for cat blogging. Rocky thinks that it’s about time, too. He weighs at least four times more than the new pup.
Rocky has been - well, not thrilled - but tolerant.

So far. . .

To SB
and to Sam’s Darling Wife
for raising my feline awareness
with this site.