Bangs

 

Waft

The future, unwritten, sends back wafting scents of what might be, what cannot be, what will be, all swirled in drifting smoke. The past burning up, all the fortune telling bones destroyed, altered to fit, justifying and explaining away discrepancies and false doom and false hopes in the same wild gusts. 

We do not know the future. We do not really know the past. Our memories as reliable as our precognition. And yet we live as if they were writ in stone that will never erode or become magma or plasma in a new star. 

Face the past, remember the future, knowing we are floating on oceans of changing realities.  Hold to those we love, treat those around us with gentle gratitude, work with care, because this is all we can ever really know. Float comfortably in uncertainty and paradox. 

Zeppo walked between Dylan and I this morning. Then he rubbed his face on my foot, hopped up to the chair beside me and accepted petting for a long time. He's been doing this a bit more often, more consistently. Everything with this cat is incremental, the slow shift of a hour hand. We've always seen his love of affection, and his terror of unexpected movement. Watched the balance between the two teeter back and forth, with imperceptible increases of the former and decreases of the latter. 

He really is a lovely cat, becoming his best cat-self. 

Vet

It's been a while since they've been to the Vet. Zeppo got his ears cleaned, they both got their vaccines.  Eleanor is ll lbs(5.1Kg), Zeppo 14 lbs (6.4 Kg)! We knew he was a bit of a furry bowling ball, and needs a bit more exercise. Vet didn't seem too worried about it.  

While we waited, I brushed him and trimmed his claws - which he was very tolerant of in a way he is NOT when we are home. Eleanor tolerated him snuggling in to her. We just put her in her harness and carried her, which she was pretty ok with. Zeppo moaned the whole way there in the carrier/bag, but was otherwise not terribly distressed.  They also cleaned his ears out, he just had his eyes closed the whole time and put up with it all. 

They are both out and have shaken off the weird human thing we did. 

 

Melted

Eleanor in her garden. 

Zeppo on his sofa. 

 Pffttt!

I'm fine. It's hot, but we've gotten rain now and again, unlike last year. Grateful we have the house, and my job is a source of sufficient income and personal satisfaction. That's all.