Thursday, December 30, 2010

Nothing to update...?

The Lion invites me for the New Year. Sadly House Cat and Kitty will be absent. Kitty...

maybe this will unearth something to report on... that's what a blog is for, right?

EDIT: House Cat and Kitty

Saturday, December 25, 2010

the -f-i-r-s-t- to rise, the -f-i-r-s-t- to fall,

It's over between the Tiger and the Snow Leopard

Relationships come and they go. People can only stay together so long. Half a year running. Hope you're feeling good Tiger, and I hope the rumors aren't true.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Slow days

Some kitty cat fun, a panther who flickers speaking politics and paint.

Perhaps in the new year I'll be able to write more.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Visited my House Cat.

I had such a great time. Got to see my Kitten there, which made me very glad.

That annoying Lion couldn't come. Too bad, the House Cat loves him, as do I. That Lion has done things to make me feel very bad, but still I would do as he wishes. A Princess is happy to serve their people.

The matter of the Catfish came up. He loves the Tiger like I love the lion. I love him like a brother; I feel that he is. The poor Catfish, lost just like I am. But I was thrown out to be eaten by the dogs, rather than kept in safe. I learned to fend for myself and find a litter, instead of being taken in and then thrown out again, at the call of his master Tiger.

At the call of the Lion, I can be good. I can be enjoyed.

The Tiger gives no command. He lets the Catfish run free and the catfish suffers as a result.

If the Lion were there, we couldn't have expressed any pity; but he was absent, so we did. Even the House Cat doesn't hate him, although he did once strike too deep.

Time heals all wounds Catfish; I suppose you need more of it than I do.

Wounds

Emotional wounds can be just like physical wounds. They expose what's inside you. They surface the ugly secret that we all share.

No one wants to see your blood, do they? It offends them.

I care about them too much to keep letting them see my cuts; I fear of them being ashamed at me, because I know that they must bear the same pain. That is the nature of our lives.

So I will allow anyone who wishes to read, to look upon my wounds. To look upon my happiness. To see how I feel.

Let's try and make this fun.