Coco, my ills

Today I fell on the cat, no, stepped on the cat, by accident of course! 

She screamed and ran, I thought I killed her. I called Harvey to check the damage but he was in his computer, immured from the noise of the world. Finally, he arrived and told me not to move. At surface level the floor looked elusive.  Too much stuff around. La casita del Coco given by Adina. The cubby in which Coco travels to the vet. A box fashioned by Arielle that serves as a bed. Sheets of light filmy paper on which Coco likes to glide.  On another spot on the floor Coco's food water and toilet. All around me cat's toys, corks, strings, all things to pounce on, especially in use when I personally stay with Miss Coco. Oh oh my back, my ribs! But cats need to play to play.  They need all the exercise they can get, therefore one day Coco will be strong enough to catch a tiger by its tail.

Cats and Dogs

Both animals may well be named Coco

my cat was named after Coco Chanel

my cat is better than your dog

 Coco my kitten

doesn’t slobber on people

nor shake her hind parts

noisily

in front of company.

My cat is better than your dog

 

As she plays soccer with a cork

her body energy in motion

Feinting with the object

coiling in the air

batting with her paws

yet all grace and ease

A feline Zineddine Zidane *

 

This is it and

I am done

My cat is better

than your dog

in all ways

 

Zidane : a World cup soccer player from France

 

 

The snow

I woke up with a sore sore throat this morning, but surprise when I opened the shutters I saw something falling from the sky.  Was it rain? No, let's see, it is snow.  I swallowed hard and miracle, milagro, I am studying Spanish again, my sore throat relinquished its claw like hold, but that's not all. 

We've had a kitten for about nine days, so now the first thing I do in the morning, instead of making the coffee I crave, is to go deliver her from the room in which we shutter her.

She meowed fiercely, first because she wanted to be fed, second because she wanted to be held. I did and carried her to the window.  

The beautiful light snow was blanketing my garden.  It continued falling, gamely, gravely, grandly, gracefully, gaily.  

Coco and I took in the spectacle for a good twenty minutes.

New Blog! It's the cat's meow!

It all begins with a kitty named Coco, who looks like a little tiger, and calls me by my name. Six weeks old, and she keeps me so busy that I'm exhausted, and so I am signing out for now. Welcome to my new blog!