In a perfect world, this would've been my cat as a kitten growing up with his own "bunny" who he learned to love and Bun loved him back. But not my Tuffy Boy! Nope! Right out the kitchen window last Friday night saw him unburying a baby bunny from its nest in the purple creeping phlox (he'd already gotten 2 that Jeff witnessed earlier in the week). I kept trying to "teach" him not to go there. I was a fool, but I love bunnies, too. So in horror I go chase him away and the Mama Bunny was trying to divert his attention at her and as he chased her Mama Mia was chasing Tuffy with a birch tree branch and then went up on the rock wall and retrieved the baby bunny so he couldn't finish eating it ;o( He had killed it beforehand, thankfully for that! And he ate its leg. Oh, Jesus! It was very sad. I wrapped him up with his bunny fur nest pieces and gave him a funeral in the trash bag. The next day I came home and saw something yellow in the myrtle groundcover. I thought it was a flower. It was a little yellow finch ;o( ... I do believe it ran into a window and broke its neck, as it wasn't bothered in any other way (unless Tuffy sat on it and suffocated the poor thing). I looked at it, its black little beady eyes staring at me ... its little feet as if on some invisible perch. There's a singer I really have started to like the last year named Imogen Heap from England and she sings a song called "Little Bird" ... I was playing that CD that night. Yes, Little Yellow Bird got a gentle wrapping of pretty paper toweling and a funeral in the trash bag. Then we got ants all over in the cupboard the next day and Jeff had a huge massacre and cleaning out the cupboards, putting any food not in cans in the refrigerator. So as the garbage and recycle contents this week were taken away, I waved goodbye to all the little tiny deaths and funerals going by the wayside. Such is life.
I had a really nice long talk with my niece tonight. She occasionally reads my blog and that makes me happy. (Hi, Becky!) Looking fwd to her visiting us soon. It'll be grand!
Well, I've been writing and writing ... letters, emails, blog comments, posting this ... whew! I am just about written out. My fingers get me in trouble. I absolutely LOVE to type! By the time I was in 9th grade, I typed 65 wpm the first semester. Before I graduated high school, I typed 100 wpm. I busted 120 wpm at a lot of job interviews. That was pre-keyboard of the computer type. Some of those are slick, but sometimes I miss that solid stream of thought on the old IBM Selectric with the little element balls of different type. That's waaayyyyy Old School, but I was one of two "girls" in typing in 11th or 12th grade who had the electric typewriters! Geez! Only 2! Now there are computers everywhere ... little children having their own cell phones, laptops, ipods this, mp3 that, apps up the wazoo ... and, phooeeeyyyy! I'll just keep on typing away and occasionally I even use a PEN!!! with INK in it! Do you believe it??? I even use a pencil, a mechanical pencil I prefer but I really don't like using pencil. I love my Waterman pen but the damned ink keeps running out. So ... is cheap better? Sitting here paying for cable, my thoughts and power typing is free ... listening to Imi Heap blasting out ... and waiting for my Honey to come home. Should be soon now. I never even took my nap I needed so badly today. Just feel wired. If I went to a psychiatrist I'd probably be diagnosed bipolar ... but instead I just work for them. Works for me! I'm up, I'm down, I'm over and all around. I'm high, I'm low, I'm whatever the fuck I want to be when I want to be it ... at least in my highly evolved imagination! So...Little Bird, Little Bird, where have you gone?
Don't think poorly of my cat, Tuffy Boy. I love him so much that the fact he is a serial killer of bunnies and who knows what all? (One year a ground hog!) I suffer from my love of him. And it is worth it. I could look at him as "population control". He, afterall, had to get neutered so that in itself has helped not have more innocent baby strays out there with no one to love them and no one to care or shelter or protect them. Whenever I happen to run across that situation, should the horror show itself again right in my face, I will never allow the carnage ... won't allow him to munch down on baby bunnies. There's lots of predators around here ... big! hawks, herons (stabbing and choking down our goldfish and an occasional bullfrog!) ... feral cats ... people!
I got a book at Sally's today called ZEN by Alan Watts. I know me and that book are going to have a really nice relationship. Ah, the sanctity of life in all its myriad forms. And to that I will bid you adieu and wish you well with many blessings. Our Lunaria (a/k/a Money Plant) are growing a lot and some blooming already! So we are growing money! You see, Mom was wrong! It might not grow on trees, but it does grow into a nice shrubby bush and you can have little purple flowers and then make the "coins" ... the part about trying to go out and spend them is another thing, but I digress..................nightie night!
Love from your SisSTAR