March 7, 2008 Sockies

Since Sadie died this summer, Socks is the Alpha animal.  She has been consciously training us in these last months.  She is over 14 years old, but looks like a large kitten.

Last week my daughter’s dogs (Aliya lives downstairs) came up to visit.  They each weigh over 100 pounds.  Socks chased them out – first making herself as large as possible (you know, becoming 2-dimensional, with all hair raised) — and she scream-moaned.  Ebony & Goldie fought to be first down the stairs.

She started by tentativel taking one corner of the bed, which she now owns.  She meditates with us.  And makes it very clear that she allows us to show affection, but always remains aloof and rarely purrs.

She makes her demands known.  Recently she tells us that she needs a quarter pound of butter on the table that she can lick at leisure…insisting that it be put out in the morning.  She checks that it’s there and then leaves.  We don’t know if she comes back to it.  She’s the same way with going up to the attic (which is hers!!)  We open the door; she goes in and 6 seconds later comes out.  This is why cat doors were invented.

Her evolution is fascinating.

September 6th, 2007 – Cat’s Leaping

The more I study creating, the less I see of no creating.  I’ve been studying my cat, Sox.  She’s now 14 or so and has converted herself from an outdoor cat to an indoor one.  She has all of traditional cat behavior, staring intently at nothing, particularly corners…and so on.

But I am fascinating about how she leaps – chairs, tables, bureaus,… She sits and studies her landing area.  Then she prepares herself; she wiggles her haunches.  And then she jumps.  And what fascinates me is that she always jmps exactly to the right height.  She never over leaps – There is no parabola.  How does she do that?  How can she so judge the height so that she’s never too low and never too high?  Some calculation must happen when she studies the landing area – but how?