Searching for the Cats

I am looking around carefully for kittens. You know, the kind that grow up to be cats. Wonderful, incredible, graceful, fluid, amazing, inscrutable cats. We are taking Jaya to a cat show on the 20th, and I am sure we will get some ideas.

In the mean time, I am reading about cats, looking at cat pictures, thinking about what I love about cats and what I love about dogs, wondering how I got to be such a "creature" person.

I have great respect for animals, and maybe fell in love with them through books and poems that let my imagination run free from my childhood. I believe in the delight that I had then, and am glad for the joy that they bring to my life now. And I pay attention to them carefully - so now we are looking for cats that will be wonderful - not just with us, but with Gizzy, with other dogs, with the whole family.

So, no Tigers.

The Tiger
William Blake

Tiger Tiger burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand & what dread feet?

What the hammer, what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil, what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger Tiger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Tiger image and an amazing Tiger tale found here.