I write these posts in the hours before dawn.
Every day I witness light splitting the darkness.
And every dawn there is one moment where it’s still and quiet…
then the very first bird sings.
Then follows the part that Laska the love kitty hearts the most, a thousand different birdsongs tweeting all at the same time.
I’m watching him now as I write this.
He’s sitting at the screen door.
To me it sounds of beauty and peace.
To him it sounds of dinner bells ringing through the trees.
Regardless of kitty or human there is something in us that wants to reach out to charm of these voices. Laska has learned that there is no reaching out on the big screen door – he hadn’t – until yesterday – learned the same for the little screened window in the bedroom.
Yesterday I think he saw a bird on a branch – just on the other side of the window. Being a love kitty who doesn’t always weigh all of the options before he makes his move – I bet something told him that he could reach the bird through the screen.
If you live with a love kitty you learn to recognize noises as distinctly “cat”.
There’s the crash followed by the scurry,
and the I’m trapped in the closet meow,
and the vigorous covering in the litter box – as litter flies everywhere except where intended.
sitting in another room,
I heard a new noise,
a distinctly “cat” noise,
a kind of tearing noise.
I bolted into the room, expecting to see damage, but not this…
the screen half torn off
and a love kitty, claws frantically clinging to the screen.
Three out of his four paws attached like ultra-velcro,
hovering not over the floor of the room,
but outside the window,
30 feet above the ground.
And the screen was peeling rapidly away.
This isn’t the screen – but the hanging was like this – but more urgent…
I rescued the love Kitty.
He hugged my neck like a survivor from the Titanic.
Then he gave me the “but thayre waz burdz” look.
I think it was Kipling who wrote, “A love kitty’s grasp should exceed his reach. Or what’s a heaven for?”
Laska had a point.
The early morning birdsongs call to us. We want to reach out to the sound. Maybe we’ll close our eyes and just listen to the singing as it brings peace, and smile as we hear the symphony. We seldom press our paws against the screen so hard that it breaks and our claws are the only thing keeping us from dropping.
We reach out with the heart – with the mind – and we take in the peace.
And it hit me. The negative voices have us curling up in a ball – afraid to reach out, to try, to grow. But what if we replaced the negative inner voice – with the predawn chirping of birds. What if…
Tomorrow I think the love kitty has a guest post he’s been working on.
He hears a negative voice too.
If you haven’t yet read a Laska the love kitty guest post, you’re in for a treat.
Then the next day,
today’s inspiration leads to the first shot,
in the Love War against the negative voices.