The Garden, a Stream, and Benji

After a busy day out and about in long lines and traffic and life’s uncertainties, I made it back home and went into my garden to rest. Here the lavender never fails to cheer,

while the scent of the woods, the sound of birdsong and the beauty of the stream lifts my spirit. The stream was made by my creative husband a few years ago.  A flip of a switch causes the water to flow. I love the soothing sound it makes and how the light reflects upon it in the early evening.

Benji joins me and stops for a cool drink,

before striking this handsome pose.

~  Susanne and Benji

Kitty Bliss

Most mornings after I rise I settle into my office with coffee in hand and shortly thereafter a kitty will appear.  If Tiger, he will saddle up next to the chair for a good scratching.  Benji will take the lap as he did this morning and enter into a state of kitty nirvana.

One might think such a deep state would last longer;  but Benji can go from kitty bliss, to kitty this, in a moment’s notice,

until I am driven completely from the chair.

Good Morning everyone from Susanne and Benji.

Today’s Reflections from Benji

Good Morning to humans everywhere and especially to Sue, my paws down favorite. Today I am in a reflective mood, pondering the mysterious intersection of the feline life and the human life.  It is a wonderful intersection indeed, though not always easy.

We get along well most of the time yet we are different in many ways.  This requires that we cats make continual adjustments to satisfy peculiar human inconsistencies and foibles.  (It is obvious that we are the ones to make the adjustments, at least if we aspire to indoor living.)

For instance, I have yet to understand the human aversion to the natural feline  sharpening of the claws.  It seems to me their own claws would become much more useful if they practiced this habit as well, rather than remaining purely decorative.  Many surfaces exist throughout the house for this purpose. If only they could see this!  Alas they are unwilling to learn in the smallest matter!  And so I am forced to use the inferior small posts inside, saving the most rigorous scratching for the trees outside.  Speaking of outside, it is certainly a puzzle that so many food sources go unclaimed by them.  We felines learned long ago that anything living and smaller than ourselves is good for food.  (The hunting itself provides invigorating exercise.)  They also seem to be untrainable in this.

Fortunately I have big brother Tiger to help me understand these matters.  He reminds me that felines and humans are not the same species and this alone explains much of the challenges we face.

(Read Tiger’s story for yourself in the link below.)

Not the Same Species

He has also taught me that when the going gets tough inside, I must demand to go outside.  There I can spend time in the wild alone, or with my own kind.  A few hours thus spent solves most of the problems.

And so I sign off,

~  Benji

Benji from the Dog House

This is Benji and today Sue put me in the ‘dog house’ (her exact words).  I don’t really know why though I suspect it had something to do with the chair incident.

Every morning I like to join her in the office while she drinks coffee and reads. Tiger would too but he’s slow and I usually beat him to the punch.  I am very fast.  I’m so fast in fact,  I can climb up the back of her chair in under a second, this after I’ve finished sharpening my claws on said chair. (It is important to keep the nails filed properly at all times.  Sue should know this.)

This seemed to bother her this morning (or should I say it bothers her every morning but some days she is more tolerant.  Maybe more coffee was needed.)

And so after a brief altercation I was forcibly put into our bedroom, which apparently bears the moniker of  ‘dog house’ if I am closed in alone.

Sorry Sue.  I’ll work on the chair thing.

~  Benji

One Year with Cats and Trails and Garden Tales

Has it really been a year since I started this blog with just a few cat stories in mind, along with a lot of fear and trepidation?  Well, yes it has! And a wonderful journey it has been!  I am honestly pleased (and somewhat surprised) to have made it this far and am happy to have you along for the ride!

So on this anniversary of Cats and Trails and Garden Tales, with post number 134 (in case you were keeping track), it seemed good to reflect on where we’ve been together. First, did you ever wonder about the name?  I chose it because as the song goes,  “these are a few of my favorite things!”

Cats

It’s no secret I love them.  When I started this blog a year ago, I only had one cat in residence: the handsome Tiger, who had some things to say.  He is still talking.

Then there were two.  We brought home Benji from Seattle Humane Society as a companion for Tiger.  It turns out Benji has something to say as well.

I love watching them individually and together.  They truly enjoy their cat life.

 

Trails 

 

I love to hike (though the trails are getting shorter) and I love to travel to places both far and near.  In this part of the blog I try to convey the beauty of the Pacific Northwest where I live.
 
 
 as well as the beauty of these United States of America, and sometimes distant lands.
 

 

Garden 

 

Finally, I love gardening and I love gardens.  I love to share pictures of my own,

and  those I visit.

 

Throw in some rain, a few sunsets and other reflections on life and you’ll have a good idea of where we’ve been.

 

Yes, I am still learning.  Learning to write.  Learning photography.  Learning how to use the blogging technology.  It’s worth the effort.  So here’s to another year of Cats and Trails and Garden Tales.  Thank you so much for following along.

 

Susanne, Tiger and Benji

Still the Handsome Tiger

This is Tiger and I gotta tell you it’s not easy being the oldest cat in the family.  They let that boy run wild and do things I would never have gotten away with.  Times change I guess.

Flying around the house.  Howling at the top of the stairs. Climbing on the roof for Pete’s sake!

‘O isn’t he cute?’  Sue gushes to Bob as she runs to fetch her camera.

Benji on the printer.  Benji watching TV.  Benji  this and Benji that.

Benji. Benji. Benji.

Spoiled.  Completely spoiled.

Now do not think I am jealous.  No, no, I would never go back if I could.  I continue to maintain my dignity. So what if I put on a few pounds. They will sustain me in the lean years to come.  Maybe I can’t move as fast as I used to, but what’s the big hurry after all?  Speed must be tempered by wisdom.  It is wisdom to contemplate, to reflect.  To stop and smell the roses, if you will. (And the lavender. And the catmint.  But I digress.)

These eyes have seen many things that Benji cannot even imagine for he is still young.  And they are still the only green eyes in this house (and most handsome I am told.)

I know Sue still loves me and she is doing the best she can with the boy. He was a rescue cat after all and has a chopped ear.  It will take him time to overcome.

Still handsome after all these years and with both ears intact,

~ Tiger

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Gee, I didn’t know he was so sensitive.

~  Benji