Cats and Trails and Garden Tales
Musings on cats, travel, gardens and life
Tiger the (teenage) Senior Cat
This is Tiger and as you know I am the senior cat in residence.
I shall turn 9 this spring in human years (not to be confused with the 9 lives of which I am on # 3) which makes me eligible for cat discounts. The point is, I’m starting to realize I am no longer young and this is increasingly apparent as I watch the junior cat on the premises, aka, Benji. I can’t fail to notice how fast he is, how instantly he appears by my side when nanoseconds before he was across the yard in the bush.
I have observed his frantic chasing of the squirrels, yea, his tumbling round and round with them, until they escape and scramble up the tree. (I have never attempted such a feat, though I have been known to give chase.)
The boy is limber to be sure. I fear my back would break if I attempted to sleep in this pose.
On one hand I’m supposed to be training him to adulthood, to get him to mind the feline norms of the domesticated cat. To settle down upon command. To respond quickly to the human ‘No!’ On the other hand I rather envy the boy. He gets away with crazy and blames it on youth.
And the thing is, (though I can’t let on), I feel the same as he inside. I want to fly.
Which makes me wonder: when do your insides catch up with your outsides? Or do they ever?
It remains to be seen. For now, I think I shall shed the senior label, as that’s all it really is.
In my dreams I am still just the teenage Tiger.
~ the Tiger
Daily Prompt: Unseen ~ by Benji
This is Benji and every day is fun when you’re outside and unseen. My favorite spot is on the perch Bob made for me. It’s best when it’s sunny and dry but it even works nice in the rain because the branches overhead provide me shelter. (Boy, they thought of everything!)
From my perch I can see people outside the fence walking by but they can’t see me. I hear their talk and I hear their laughter and I know their secrets. Even their dogs don’t know I am watching them. Nor do the small ones who live in the ivy. I can detect the tiniest rustle of the leaves and I know their faintest movements. When they leave their cover, I am ready to chase the little hole diggers.
When I am tired, I come inside and dream of tomorrow.
I am a most happy kitty.
~ Benji
Tree and Sky at Sunset
I don’t know what it is but lately the sunsets have seemed otherworldly and I find myself running out into the cold to capture those few minutes when gold and pink swirl against blue and gray all framed by evergreen shadows. Tonight was such a night.
~ Susanne
Cat Overtures
The room was cozy and warm and Tiger was sleeping on the bed alone. I’m tired too and decide to join for a nap.
A few minutes later here comes Benji.
“Still room,” he thought to himself. “Perhaps if I’m really quiet he won’t notice.”
Tiger’s ears betray his annoyance but Benji settles in nearby anyway.
“Surely he’s ready to be my friend,” he thought to himself.
I watch the little drama unfold, a smile in my heart. I am rooting for both of them.
“Good boy, Tiger,” I say. “It’s okay.”
Benji keeps his head down in submission while Tiger signals acceptance.
And then? Well, this lovely scene lasts maybe five minutes until Benji looks up at Tiger, which is apparently forbidden. And this seems to remind Tiger that he was there first and why does that boy persist in following him everywhere? A short growl, some batting of the air and he’s gone.
“I want outside,” Tiger says.
Sigh.
I praise Benji for trying.
“He can’t help it, Benji,” I say. “He’s an old grouch.”
I love these 2 boys and can’t wait till they love each other.
~ Still waiting, Susanne, Tiger and Benji.
Hiking at Nolte State Park…
One thing I love about living in the Pacific Northwest is the proximity to the woods and many trails. Today we went to Nolte State Park and hiked around Deep Lake. Okay walked, not hiked. The well maintained and level loop trail was only a mile and a quarter in length but included all the usual moss-covered trees, old growth Douglas Fir and Western Red Cedar one expects on a hike in the Northwest. The cold, fresh forest air is bound to cure whatever ails you. So much to enjoy for so little effort didn’t quite seem fair.
Though not technically the rain forest I’m not sure I can tell the difference. Size maybe? Anyway this was closer.
The lake itself was frozen solid and stones thrown and bouncing across its surface echoed throughout the park.
When our hands were as cold as the icy lake, we headed back to the car, and crossed the one lane bridge over the Green River Gorge, stopping to view the river far below.
Then on to the Historic Bakery in Black Diamond where we enjoyed this view of Mt. Rainier outside our window, along with our sandwiches.
A simple and satisfying day.
~ Susanne
Seattle’s Best Kept Secret – Kubota Garden
Today is sunny, the sky a heavy blue, the temperature a frigid 26 degrees; a great day to visit Seattle’s relatively unknown Kubota Garden.
Kubota Garden was the dream of master landscaper, Fujitaro Kubota who wanted to display the beauty of the Northwest in a Japanese style. Mr. Kubota, who immigrated to America in 1907, acquired the land to build his garden in 1927.
It was already a designated historical landmark when the City of Seattle purchased it from the Kubota family in 1987. According to the City’s website, “The Gardens are a spectacular setting of hills and valleys, interlaced with streams, waterfalls, ponds, bridges, and rock out-croppings with a rich array of plant material.”
Indeed. We wander alone through the park, save for one friendly walker who wishes us a happy new year, savoring the quiet and beauty of the trees and ponds and bridges and even the boulders left from the last glacier 12,000 years ago.
My favorite spot is Heart Bridge crossing Mapes Creek, which feeds many ponds in the area.
There are many other ponds in the park, this one frozen over….
After our short, invigorating walk we head to the car but not without one more picture for the road…
Then on to the nearby bookstore where over lattes, hot chocolate and pastries we plan our return this spring to see the garden in bloom and in color .
Happy New Year! 🙂
~ Susanne
Hopeful: Reflections from Tiger on my lives so far…
This is Tiger and I have something to say as 2016 is coming to a close and I am in a reflective mood. One human year is quite long for cats and this one was not easy for me. When it started out I was still missing my big brother Shadow and at the end of the year I’m still adjusting to my new ‘shadow’, Benji. (Believe me, that boy is hard to shake!)
Still I am hopeful. The cat life consists of many closings and new beginnings and I am ready to bid farewell to life number three and embrace number four. We cats are lucky that way.
Now I don’t want to bore you too much but before moving on I’d like to take a look back at lives one, two and three. See the handsome boy below? Yep, that’s me near the beginning! (You see Benji? I was young once too! Whatever you are doing I have already done! Whatever you think you know, I have known already!!)
And here’s me and Shadow (still life number one), our “indoor” period, long before Bob and Sue brought us home. It wasn’t perfect but we didn’t know it and we had each other and that was enough.
That life was longer than most and consisted mainly of playing in our small apartment, chittering out the window at the birds and squirrels that taunted us (all the time wishing we could join them) and sleeping a lot.
Until it came to a screeching halt when for reasons known only to her, our mistress evicted us from the premises and sent us off to jail! For what offense we did not know. (Really, who can understand humans?) They called the place a cat hotel (yes, really), with no in and out privileges you might say. We lived there with Keeper longer than the other cats who came and went. No, it wasn’t the greatest but it was certainly better than living under a bridge or something. In retrospect (and ONLY in retrospect) I see it was a blessing in disguise (very heavily disguised, granted.) For after all, if we hadn’t gone there, we never would have found Bob and Sue, who brought us to our best home ever and into life number three! (Oh, how ready we were to bid number two goodbye!)
It was here that Shadow and I learned the thrill of the hunt and the great outdoors. How to hide in the bush and listen for the small ones. How to spring into action at the best time. How to drink from the bird baths and flowing fountains. How to taunt the squirrels as they once taunted us. And how to sprint through the woods and then rest contented among the dampness of the leaves and ferns. Paradise, really.
And when it was clear that Shadow’s time was up, it was in those woods that he made his final resting place. Goodbye my brother.
And now there is Benji. The boy who will drive me to new heights of ingenuity for I will certainly need all my strength and wisdom to deal with him, to train him to become a proper adult feline and not a shame to our species. I must lead by example and at the time of my choosing initiate him into all the secrets of the outdoor kingdom. There is time for he is still young.
So now it is time to move on and into the new year and life number four.
I am ready. And hopeful.
~ From the Tiger
A Winter Drive
It was a nice day for a drive in the country to get some fresh air and to enjoy the winter landscape before the rain was scheduled to appear. We found the Snoqualmie River moody and reflective of the cloudy skies…
But the trees did all the talking…
We just listened.
~ Susanne
Daily Prompt: Bounty
I first heard this word as a child when we ‘said grace’ before meals.
“Bless us O Lord and these thy gifts which we are about to receive through thy bounty through Christ our Lord, Amen.’ Granted it was spoken hurriedly by us kids, the words all run together so we could move on and dig into the delicious dishes on the table (for it was mostly said before holiday meals.) Few of the words were contemplated or understood by me at the time. But it is never too late.
Through Thy Bounty
Bounty speaks of generosity and liberality. Of abundance and beauty, like a garden overflowing with life. Bounty realized, understood and appreciated elicits thankfulness to the Giver.
~ thoughts on Bounty, Susanne
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