Wednesday, April 27, 2005

My Cat is still Missing

She's been missing for 4 days now. Its so weird, this is what people must go through when their child goes missing. You try to imagine what has happened, but its all just blank. And its true, the not-knowing is the worst. Ugh. Barbarella where are you?? Out there in the dark coldness? I hope someone is feeding her and taking care of her. :-(

Sunday, April 24, 2005

The Crow has Flown

A kiss is delivered
[from new lips].
The crow has flown
[from where it stood, waiting, quietly].
A promise is kept
[made in parting sadness].
The story ends
[a new one begins].

My Cat is Missing & the Philosophical Implications Thereof

My cat Barbarella is missing. I’ve not seen her since last night and when I did see her under the huge Scorpio full moon she had a crazed look in her eye, like she was saying to me: “It’s my full moon and I’m not coming inside because I need to be wild.” I tried to be a responsible pet owner and catch her, but she just rolled around on the ground and leapt up and ran, making the cutest ‘whirring’ noise [basically laughing her furry ass off at me].

So I had to let her go... because you can’t control cats, and they teach us this simple truth every day. They say with every fibre of their being: “You can’t control me! I am a creature of free wildness! Ha ha ha ha!” Maybe that is why we have them in our lives, to teach us about chaos and wildness and the parts of ourselves that can’t really ever be tamed.

I heard a comedian the other day saying that something was as difficult as “herding cats”. I laughed. They are truly un-herdable.

So I’ve made a conscious decision to let her go. Trying to control this cat just got too stressful, she keeps wanting to escape into the night with every chance that she gets. It got me thinking about all the things in our lives that we try desperately to control that are actually out of our control.

And just as all this was happening re: Barbarella, my cat, I picked up a book [God’s Gladiators by Stuart Wilde]which is full of some juicy conspiracy theories etc. [love a good CT!] and this is what I read:

“Control is .. the imposition of your will on others. It is demonic. The fat controller of your mind decides to impose itself, intimidating some, cajoling others, attempting to control everything: how people look, what they eat, where they go, how they pray, who they have sex with, what they ought to do ... to give away the need to control is the first step in the divine plan. First, you stop dominating and attempting to control your life, you then offer the same escape from torment to those close to you... We are trying to let go and arrive at a place where things arise spontaneously from our collective joy...”

So I have let go of my cat, she is free to do as she pleases, I just hope she’s not lying flattened on a road somewhere, but instead basking in her freedom under the full moon within the collective joy... Ah, the dilemmas of cat ownership.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Weird moments in TV Land

Last night I was watching Rove - yes, I know, I should know better. But we were waiting for the comedian Steven Wright to come on. Anyway, they had the most surreal segment where they'd gathered about 500 very naked and very drunk men to race across a football field in the dark cold night. At the other end they grabbed a pair of underpants and raced back . One pair of underpants glowed under "csi light" and the person who got them won $5,000. After the race they turned the lights off on the football field and then cruised past all the lined up crotches with the CSI light to find the glowing underpants. THIS WAS ALL ON PRIME TIME TV. The guys who didn't have the glowing pants flashed to all the world their "meat and two veg". It was truly a surreal piece of television madness. I think all concerned, even Rove, were completely blown away by it.

It is my prophetic belief that this event portends the end of the human race. This event is evidence that as a race, we have reached the pinnacle of our achievement, and are now on the downhill run of evolution. Yes, folks, this is it, we've had our peak, the party's over, now we should let the pussy cats take over. *Actually, on a side note, come to think of it, these cute little furry animals have been studying us for a few thousand years now, real up close and personal, they've evolved to the point pretty much where another animal feeds them, cleans out their kitty tray, de-parasites them and gives them affection and love, and all they have to do is purr and look cute... That is a pretty crafty bit of evolutionary survival.

We are doomed.