For they can creep
I may often speak of my affection for goats, those most feline of herbivores, but it's an abstract sort of love, without role-models or ready-made metaphors. The beat of their hard hooves and the music of their silly bleats will always have a different energy, one which can never replace the love I have for cats. On a day like today, when my thoughts rise up as if in the dusty funnel of a spinning devil of dry leaves, it's a cat I want in my lap to anchor me to its immovable and contented fastness.
Right now I want to submerge myself in the snore of a half-sleeping cat like a warm pool of calmness. I want to snuggle my girl in a sun spot and inhale the chocolate-like scent of a tomcat's head. I want to meditate on the sliver-irised mandalas of their eyes. I want to grow old as their patient servitor, deaf with the purr of my cats, blind with their heavy-lidded gaze. Like some crazy cat lady riddled with Toxoplasma gondii, I do their parasitic bidding, and yearn to learn their secrets of tranquility. I am brought low, not by their strength but by their yielding.
Some say Louis Wain went mad in search of the archetypal cat. I think rather he drew them to stay sane. Here's one Wain drawing: nigel_the_cat in the Garden of another life.
Edit: Here's some more on toxoplasma, people seem to be curious about it:
http://community.livejournal.com/metaquotes/5393493.html?thread=86959701#t86959701
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Let's share two cat quotes from a Website called "Everything2" (a sort of more ambitious, more all-embracing, and ultimately more frustrating Wikipedia pre- or præter-cursor.)
"Feline Hedonism", by Deborah909.
Cats are the ultimate hedonists; I admire and respect them. Their unabashed self-centeredness is only slightly less awe-inspiring than their ability to persuade humans to cater to it.
But their real superiority to human beings is most evident in their contempt for the inessentials that interfere with true hedonism. For example, a cat wants unlimited amounts of delicious food at all hours, but doesn't waste a moment on insisting on the best table at the trendiest new restaurant in order to impress others. Likewise, he or she wants a nice silky cushion to nap on, but doesn't care how much it cost or whether it has a designer label. Moreover, a cat wants a fairly roomy indoor environment for those occasional impulses to run around, bounce off walls, and wantonly destroy things - but he or she doesn't need an infinite number of rooms with ostentatious decor in a prestigious neighborhood.
They don't need money, fame, vast possessions or any of those other factors that interfere with total enjoyment of the present moment. They do like power, but as long as everyone within immediate range is happily enslaved they feel no need to take over the world.
Human beings can definitely take lessons from cats in the art of happiness.
Indeed.
Now to the second quote: a longer, more difficult kitty-koan; the prayer of another half-mad, half-sane cat fancier, a forgotten Blakean poet of the 18th century, Christopher Smart. This invaluable excerpt comes from his insane asylum poem "Jubilate Agno", and is called "My Cat Jeoffry".
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his prayer.
For he rolls upon prank to work it in.
For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.
For this he performs in ten degrees.
For first he looks upon his forepaws to see if they are clean.
For secondly he kicks up behind to clear away there.
For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the forepaws extended.
For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood.
For fifthly he washes himself.
For sixthly he rolls upon wash.
For seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat.
For eighthly he rubs himself against a post.
For ninthly he looks up for his instructions.
For tenthly he goes in quest of food.
For having consider'd God and himself he will consider his neighbour.
For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.
For when he takes his prey he plays with it to give it a chance.
For one mouse in seven escapes by his dallying.
For when his day's work is done his business more properly begins.
For he keeps the Lord's watch in the night against the adversary.
For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.
For he counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about the life.
For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
For the Cherub Cat is a term of the Angel Tiger.
For he has the subtlety and hissing of a serpent, which in goodness he suppresses.
For he will not do destruction, if he is well-fed, neither will he spit without provocation.
For he purrs in thankfulness, when God tells him he's a good Cat.
For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.
For every house is incomplete without him and a blessing is lacking in the spirit.
For the Lord commanded Moses concerning the cats at the departure of the Children of Israel from Egypt.
For every family had one cat at least in the bag.
For the English Cats are the best in Europe.
For he is the cleanest in the use of his forepaws of any quadruped.
For the dexterity of his defence is an instance of the love of God to him exceedingly.
For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.
For he is tenacious of his point.
For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery.
For he knows that God is his Saviour.
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.
For he is of the Lord's poor and so indeed is he called by benevolence perpetually--Poor Jeoffry! poor Jeoffry! the rat has bit thy throat.
For I bless the name of the Lord Jesus that Jeoffry is better.
For the divine spirit comes about his body to sustain it in complete cat.
For his tongue is exceeding pure so that it has in purity what it wants in music.
For he is docile and can learn certain things.
For he can set up with gravity which is patience upon approbation.
For he can fetch and carry, which is patience in employment.
For he can jump over a stick which is patience upon proof positive.
For he can spraggle upon waggle at the word of command.
For he can jump from an eminence into his master's bosom.
For he can catch the cork and toss it again.
For he is hated by the hypocrite and miser.
For the former is afraid of detection.
For the latter refuses the charge.
For he camels his back to bear the first notion of business.
For he is good to think on, if a man would express himself neatly.
For he made a great figure in Egypt for his signal services.
For he killed the Ichneumon-rat very pernicious by land.
For his ears are so acute that they sting again.
For from this proceeds the passing quickness of his attention.
For by stroking of him I have found out electricity.
For I perceived God's light about him both wax and fire.
For the Electrical fire is the spiritual substance, which God sends from heaven to sustain the bodies both of man and beast.
For God has blessed him in the variety of his movements.
For, tho he cannot fly, he is an excellent clamberer.
For his motions upon the face of the earth are more than any other quadruped.
For he can tread to all the measures upon the music.
For he can swim for life.
For he can creep.
Right now I want to submerge myself in the snore of a half-sleeping cat like a warm pool of calmness. I want to snuggle my girl in a sun spot and inhale the chocolate-like scent of a tomcat's head. I want to meditate on the sliver-irised mandalas of their eyes. I want to grow old as their patient servitor, deaf with the purr of my cats, blind with their heavy-lidded gaze. Like some crazy cat lady riddled with Toxoplasma gondii, I do their parasitic bidding, and yearn to learn their secrets of tranquility. I am brought low, not by their strength but by their yielding.
Some say Louis Wain went mad in search of the archetypal cat. I think rather he drew them to stay sane. Here's one Wain drawing: nigel_the_cat in the Garden of another life.
Edit: Here's some more on toxoplasma, people seem to be curious about it:
http://community.livejournal.com/metaquotes/5393493.html?thread=86959701#t86959701
***
Let's share two cat quotes from a Website called "Everything2" (a sort of more ambitious, more all-embracing, and ultimately more frustrating Wikipedia pre- or præter-cursor.)
"Feline Hedonism", by Deborah909.
Cats are the ultimate hedonists; I admire and respect them. Their unabashed self-centeredness is only slightly less awe-inspiring than their ability to persuade humans to cater to it.
But their real superiority to human beings is most evident in their contempt for the inessentials that interfere with true hedonism. For example, a cat wants unlimited amounts of delicious food at all hours, but doesn't waste a moment on insisting on the best table at the trendiest new restaurant in order to impress others. Likewise, he or she wants a nice silky cushion to nap on, but doesn't care how much it cost or whether it has a designer label. Moreover, a cat wants a fairly roomy indoor environment for those occasional impulses to run around, bounce off walls, and wantonly destroy things - but he or she doesn't need an infinite number of rooms with ostentatious decor in a prestigious neighborhood.
They don't need money, fame, vast possessions or any of those other factors that interfere with total enjoyment of the present moment. They do like power, but as long as everyone within immediate range is happily enslaved they feel no need to take over the world.
Human beings can definitely take lessons from cats in the art of happiness.
Indeed.
Now to the second quote: a longer, more difficult kitty-koan; the prayer of another half-mad, half-sane cat fancier, a forgotten Blakean poet of the 18th century, Christopher Smart. This invaluable excerpt comes from his insane asylum poem "Jubilate Agno", and is called "My Cat Jeoffry".
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his prayer.
For he rolls upon prank to work it in.
For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.
For this he performs in ten degrees.
For first he looks upon his forepaws to see if they are clean.
For secondly he kicks up behind to clear away there.
For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the forepaws extended.
For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood.
For fifthly he washes himself.
For sixthly he rolls upon wash.
For seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat.
For eighthly he rubs himself against a post.
For ninthly he looks up for his instructions.
For tenthly he goes in quest of food.
For having consider'd God and himself he will consider his neighbour.
For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.
For when he takes his prey he plays with it to give it a chance.
For one mouse in seven escapes by his dallying.
For when his day's work is done his business more properly begins.
For he keeps the Lord's watch in the night against the adversary.
For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.
For he counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about the life.
For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
For the Cherub Cat is a term of the Angel Tiger.
For he has the subtlety and hissing of a serpent, which in goodness he suppresses.
For he will not do destruction, if he is well-fed, neither will he spit without provocation.
For he purrs in thankfulness, when God tells him he's a good Cat.
For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.
For every house is incomplete without him and a blessing is lacking in the spirit.
For the Lord commanded Moses concerning the cats at the departure of the Children of Israel from Egypt.
For every family had one cat at least in the bag.
For the English Cats are the best in Europe.
For he is the cleanest in the use of his forepaws of any quadruped.
For the dexterity of his defence is an instance of the love of God to him exceedingly.
For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.
For he is tenacious of his point.
For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery.
For he knows that God is his Saviour.
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.
For he is of the Lord's poor and so indeed is he called by benevolence perpetually--Poor Jeoffry! poor Jeoffry! the rat has bit thy throat.
For I bless the name of the Lord Jesus that Jeoffry is better.
For the divine spirit comes about his body to sustain it in complete cat.
For his tongue is exceeding pure so that it has in purity what it wants in music.
For he is docile and can learn certain things.
For he can set up with gravity which is patience upon approbation.
For he can fetch and carry, which is patience in employment.
For he can jump over a stick which is patience upon proof positive.
For he can spraggle upon waggle at the word of command.
For he can jump from an eminence into his master's bosom.
For he can catch the cork and toss it again.
For he is hated by the hypocrite and miser.
For the former is afraid of detection.
For the latter refuses the charge.
For he camels his back to bear the first notion of business.
For he is good to think on, if a man would express himself neatly.
For he made a great figure in Egypt for his signal services.
For he killed the Ichneumon-rat very pernicious by land.
For his ears are so acute that they sting again.
For from this proceeds the passing quickness of his attention.
For by stroking of him I have found out electricity.
For I perceived God's light about him both wax and fire.
For the Electrical fire is the spiritual substance, which God sends from heaven to sustain the bodies both of man and beast.
For God has blessed him in the variety of his movements.
For, tho he cannot fly, he is an excellent clamberer.
For his motions upon the face of the earth are more than any other quadruped.
For he can tread to all the measures upon the music.
For he can swim for life.
For he can creep.