Thursday, December 16, 2010

In a cat's eye, all things belong to cats.*



I took this shot of our cat, Feather, one afternoon in November. I was busy doing something in the bedroom and felt I was being watched. She has assumed this peeking pose throughout her life but I've never before gone for the camera to capture the image. Surprisingly, I found her in the same position when I returned to the bedroom with the camera. A cat thinking.

Feather will be 15 years old this coming March and she amazes us by seeming a kitten or young cat in so many ways. When she reached 7 lbs. in her first years she simply stopped growing. Where Shiva is obese and I am now having to monitor Willow's food intake, Feather eats enough to maintain her 7 lbs. and is content. Consequently, she can still run and play like a kitten and I think her mind is sharper too because she is in such great shape.

I would guess that 90% of all the posts here at Writerquake have been written with Feather in my lap for at least a portion of the writing. She is here now, sitting up in my lap so that her furry white head obscures my vision of the left side of the keyboard. As always, she is purring. When I wrap this up in a few minutes she will follow me into the bathroom to drink from the bathtub faucet while I get ready for bed. She will follow me into the bedroom and will find a cozy corner on the bed for some dreamtime. She will be there when I wake up in the morning.

Feather is the oldest of all our pets and is the only one who moved here to our house with us. All the others came afterward. She is truly the little mystic of the house. The hub of the wheel that keeps the works turning. The one who watches with huge eyes as the years roll by. A featherweight of a cat who has lightened the dark spots of my life more times than I can count. The pet who truly loves her mommy and daddy (yes, she does know those are our names) equally. A perfectly healthy feline. A cat being close to perfect. A cat being close. A cat being. Here. Now.



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* English proverb

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15 comments:

madamebutterfly said...

Shes a beauty!

Our girl is the same age - but she is mute so purring is her only audible way of communicating - I have never heard a cat purr as loudly as her.

There is something so contented about the sound

secret, fragile skies said...

Beautiful post! I love the photo - perfect. Lucky you to have Feather in your life!

Caren Gittleman said...

You KNOW I would LOVE this post and I did!

"Feather" ( I love that name!) Is a stunningly gorgeous cat. Your love of cats so beautifully came through in this post.

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La Belette Rouge said...

I absolutely love this post. And you know, 99% of my posts are written with Lily sitting with her body pressed into mine and her paw trying to push away the laptop( I think she hates my laptop).
I love meeting your writing partner and furry friends. Feather is gorgeous and clearly an incredible muse. Please give her m love.xoxo

Di said...

I love this. It made me glad that I recently worked out Google reader (with help) and can follow your writing so much better now.

Beautiful cat, beautiful photograph :-)

Hattie said...

She is aptly named, because she looks like she is covered with feathers. Do you think she maintains her weight easily because so much energy goes into growing all that fur?

Manuela said...

what a blessing that she has found you and you found her in this life, this world, now. she is lovely.

Kim said...

What a gorgeous cat. And that look in her eye...perfect.

Cats are such mysterious creatures. I love finding out new things about mine on a daily basis.

Lydia said...

madamebutterfly~ Is your cat also white? I know that many white cats are deaf. Feather is not one of them. I agree about the sound of the purr; among ours Shiva has the purr that is nearly a sedative for me. ^.^

secret, fragile skies~ Thank you. I think I am lucky to have her too. Surely, she would agree! ^.^

Caren~ I actually thought of you as I was writing about Feather. :) Thank you for finding the post and for your sweet comments. ^.^

La Belette Rouge~ Feather returns the love and definitely appreciates you realizing that she is a muse. Thanks for telling me that Lily is nearly always there with you as you write. I can visualize that. ^.^

Di~ I am so happy you liked the photo and appreciate Feather...and that you have Google reader working out for you. I am still working out the kinks in doing the same. ^.^

Hattie~ Her fur does look like Feathers! We originally named her that because she was about the size of a feather when we adopted her from the Humane Society as a "special needs kitten." She is mildly afflicted with a shaking syndrome caused by her mother having distemper while carrying the litter. She sort of quiver-buzzes when something excites her, but other than that she has never let it get to her. ^.^

Manuela~ Thank you, yes, I agree. See my comments to Hattie above about how we needed to be approved to be her folks. I'd say the shelter made the right decision in letting her come home with us. ^.^

Kim~ Yeah, how about that look in her eye that reminds me a bit of the look of a whale's eye: deep and knowing.
You're right that there is always something new to discover about our cats. They are wonders. ^.^

Phivos Nicolaides said...

If in a cat's eye, all things belong to cats, we might say: in a man's eye, all things belong to him/her!!
Feather is so cute and so lucky to have you as a mommy! Hugs

Jennifer said...

Willow is a beautiful cat, Lydia, and this was beautifully written. I hope her now lasts for a very long time.

Lydia said...

Phivos~ Yes, your saying is true also! Feather appreciates the compliment. :)

Jennifer~ Thank you so much. If Feather makes it beyond her 16th year to #17 she will officially be my longest-lived cat. Fingers crossed.

Roxana said...

and this is one amazing cat picture, very rarely, indeed, have i seen something similar! i have to show it to my mum, she has three of them and can't get enough :-)

mythopolis said...

Wonderful photo of one lucky kitty! My dog, Life, is now 12. I can't imagine my life without her!

Lydia said...

Roxana~ Oh, I love that you find it amazing and that you will show Feather's picture to your mother; we are both honored! Your mother has excellent taste in beings, most definitely.

mythopolis~ Thank you so much! Life is, I am sure now, the dog whose picture I saw on your blog today when I visited. A beauty she is. May you have many many many more happy healthy healthy years together.

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