My wife and I keep four cats. They talk to us. Some of them tend to keep their counsel, but Nelson is a real big mouth. Lots of times it’s plain what they are talking about, but often it’s a mystery they keep to themselves. All four are very generous with their healing energy and love, particularly Nelson’s litter-mate Rodney. He’s an eighteen-pound behemoth and he’s most content on my lap or sleeping beside me. He’s so big, sweet and warm that I can bury my arthritic hands under his belly and feel the healing energy and warmth that he freely shares. We brought him and Nelson home with us when they were twelve weeks old and Rodney quickly decided that I was his favorite person. Sometimes I think that he thinks I’m a great big long-haired cat, as I’m able to wrestle with him on the floor and he loves to “groom” my beard with his raspy tongue. We have two females too, and they are a great pair, rounding out our little family. This is kinda weird, but when I was very young my nickname was Pookie. I’m glad that your own little Pookie is feeling better. Peace be with you and your little family!
I loved reading about your feline family Rafael 🐈⬛🐈⬛🐈⬛🐈⬛ They sound like wise and loving characters ♥️They are mysterious and magical in their healing and affection aren’t they. Peace with you and yours too and I LOVE that your childhood nickname was Pookie, so much synchronicity in your generous sharing and so many others here.
I love knowing you’re a proud cat mumma too Kimberly! And thank you so much for The Apprentice, my goodness what a beauty it is. I’ve been listening to RWT this past week and you sharing this poem is such serendipity ♥️✨🐈⬛
Great essay, so much here I will have to return to it again.
For now, I can only say your Pookie looks a lot like Piqui, my beautiful cat who lived to almost 20 years old. She left us 3 years ago and I will never ever get over it. Even now, as I write this, I have tears in my eyes.
Bless you Sara and dear Piqui ♥️ What a gaping hole in our lives they leave behind when they leave us. So much love to you and your tender heart. How lovely Pookie and Piqui could be soul sisters. 🐈⬛♥️✨
what a lovely post! couldnt agree more
Yay! So glad to connect with another 🐈⬛ appreciator x
“It’s interesting that cats are often maligned for the very things women are, like having the audacity to prioritise their own needs. “
I’ve long thought that society’s open hatred of cats is aligned with the patriarchy
Me too Elizabeth.
My wife and I keep four cats. They talk to us. Some of them tend to keep their counsel, but Nelson is a real big mouth. Lots of times it’s plain what they are talking about, but often it’s a mystery they keep to themselves. All four are very generous with their healing energy and love, particularly Nelson’s litter-mate Rodney. He’s an eighteen-pound behemoth and he’s most content on my lap or sleeping beside me. He’s so big, sweet and warm that I can bury my arthritic hands under his belly and feel the healing energy and warmth that he freely shares. We brought him and Nelson home with us when they were twelve weeks old and Rodney quickly decided that I was his favorite person. Sometimes I think that he thinks I’m a great big long-haired cat, as I’m able to wrestle with him on the floor and he loves to “groom” my beard with his raspy tongue. We have two females too, and they are a great pair, rounding out our little family. This is kinda weird, but when I was very young my nickname was Pookie. I’m glad that your own little Pookie is feeling better. Peace be with you and your little family!
I loved reading about your feline family Rafael 🐈⬛🐈⬛🐈⬛🐈⬛ They sound like wise and loving characters ♥️They are mysterious and magical in their healing and affection aren’t they. Peace with you and yours too and I LOVE that your childhood nickname was Pookie, so much synchronicity in your generous sharing and so many others here.
Pookie is beautiful!
I’m also a proud cat momma. And this poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer landed in my inbox this morning—another ode to feline.
The Apprentice
I would like to receive direct training
from my cat in which I learn to move slowly
from room to room in search of pools of sunlight,
learn to immerse myself in a new rhythm
that has everything to do with darkness and warmth
and nothing at all to do with a clock. And purr about it.
Purr because purring feels so good in the body.
I want to restore my connection with silence,
to let something small, like a ribbon, completely
captivate my attention. Want to be utterly
absorbed by the way light moves.
I want more skill
in being curious about my own wildness,
to be less civilized, more alive. For her part,
the cat seems disinterested in this new arrangement.
She rubs against my leg before wandering off to nap. Ifollow her, letting my shoulder graze the wall.
Can you go slower? I ask myself as I move newly
through space. It feels ancient, this pace.
Nothing like the bustle I normally keep.
I let myself move toward curling in,
toward sleep, and for a dreamy, real moment,
I know slowness as a primitive right,
an invitation to intimacy with the world,
the kind of skill that can’t be rushed.
The cat nuzzles into my side.
And for a moment, some emptiness
I hadn’t known was there is filled.
—Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
I love knowing you’re a proud cat mumma too Kimberly! And thank you so much for The Apprentice, my goodness what a beauty it is. I’ve been listening to RWT this past week and you sharing this poem is such serendipity ♥️✨🐈⬛
Great essay, so much here I will have to return to it again.
For now, I can only say your Pookie looks a lot like Piqui, my beautiful cat who lived to almost 20 years old. She left us 3 years ago and I will never ever get over it. Even now, as I write this, I have tears in my eyes.
I am very happy Pookie is feeling better.
Much love from Poland.
🤎🐈⬛
Bless you Sara and dear Piqui ♥️ What a gaping hole in our lives they leave behind when they leave us. So much love to you and your tender heart. How lovely Pookie and Piqui could be soul sisters. 🐈⬛♥️✨
Relieved about your wonderful cat; delighted by the return of your wonderful essays!!
Aww, thank you lovely 🥰 So good to see you here! Xxx
Thanks for this, I recently lost my 19 year old best buddy Toby (He looked a lot like Pookie), and your thoughtful writing and resources made my day.
I’m so glad you enjoyed the read Rob and bless dear Toby ♥️ I love knowing he and Pookie look alike.
Beyond relieved to know that Pookie is back to her usual self ♥️
Thank you my love, me too 🙏🐈⬛♥️