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Friday, September 23, 2011

Peace

They didn't grow up together. And they're separated in age by ten long years, eons of cat time, my Solomon an older gentleman who thoroughly ran his former house, made his own day, chose his own window sills and red blankets, executed lizard house-crashers and took on a confused raccoon that broke into his screened porch. Oliver was forced to tolerate a house guest turned permanent resident who devoured his left-overs, but discovered, as only a year-old can, that a slow motion old man with a pot belly was much more fun to leap and knaw on than a catnip mouse or feather on a stick. Even though he fought back, Solomon's outraged expression, his utter disgust, his effrontery at having to constantly fight off a delinquent teenager was worth any kind of effort Oliver could make. So, normally, it's like this here:


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But then, what is to us a sudden thing, this:





On the daybed, they touched paws and went to sleep. Who can explain these things? I don't think I want to. It didn't completely transform the atmosphere, just this morning, Oliver thwacked Solomon's head against the refrigerator door. But to know they can, for a hour at least, touch paws and sleep, it speaks of mysteries, the unknowable, the unexpected, the small miracle of sudden, unexplainable, unpredictable peace.

Hallelujah.


6 comments:

Daydreamer said...

This Makes me SMILE, Amy!
My current cat.... now a mature nine years old, joined our household as a ten week old kitten... and our elderly cat... she was already twelve by then, was NOT amused! She hid.... she growled and spat... she ran away from the little pest..... but he persisted.... and she started to play with him and nurtured him... an orphan kitten... she would clean his ears and they became great friends.... even though he would jump on her and she would fight back..... I guess its a Cat thing we don't quite understand!
I think it gave her a whole new lease on life... she lived 'til she was fifteen.
So maybe it's Just what they Both need!

Amy said...

It's true! Since being around Oliver, Solomon has been more alert and active and youthful, despite all the chaos. Maybe because of the chaos. I love the image of your elder cleaning the ears of your little one. Occasionally Oliver tries that out on Solly, but he gets that expression of pure outrage and whacks at him. Boundaries, I guess.

You won't believe this, but I just heard a thump from the hallway. I'm off to break up the first fight of the day...

Robert said...

I am not sure of course, but from everything I have read about Solomon, I believe that he was practing the Tai Chai exercise sticky hands. Sticky hands works to undo a person's (in this case Cat's) natural instinct to resist force with force, teaching the body to yield to force and redirect it. Solomon but touching paws with Oliver develops the sensitivity to feel the direction and strength of a Oliver's intention. Make sense?

Sans! said...

Now I really want another cat, no , 2 cats, maybe even 3. I had 3 of them once and none of them played together like that.

Xerxes (white tabby) was the last to go . He was mine . Before that, there was Khomeini Puntip , an elegant but arrogant cross breed Siamese and the most loved of them all, Moshe Dayan because he was blind in 1 eye.

Moshe thought he was a dog and was best friend with our then Alsatian, Eva.Your paw pic reminded me of the times when Eva would let Moshe lie across his paws. :)

Amy said...

It does. And it would-my Dad practiced Tai Chi, so maybe Solomon channelled his natural feline instincts, and combined them with the Tai Chi exercises he picked up though observation. If my Dad was giving him private lessons, he never told me. But neither my Dad or Solomon were and are particularly chatty. You have opened my eyes, Robert.

Amy said...

Sans, you are the best namer of cats I've know! I've always been kind of paralyzed when it comes to naming my pets, and wind up going conventional-I named my first kitten after a tv cat food commercial star of the 70's, Morris, so I started young this way. Your beautiful names-I love them.

And I love the image of your Eva and Moshe together, maybe that can happen here some day. I could never imagine the daybed sharing a few months ago, I was content to just come home at the end of the day and find them both with all their ears and eyes intact. You have given me even more hope...