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In the Thread: The Opera Room

Post Subject: Magic!Posted by Romy the Cat on: 12/19/2011

My Cat truly lives on her own. She never comes to me when I call her. She always does whatever she wants. She always wants something different from what I want. I am with her since she was 6 days old She teaches me to live soon to be 21 years and I am truly praise that this beautiful creature blessed me by letting share her live with me.

Sometime she hides in house and I spend 10-15 minutes to search for her. I call it “Koshka’s witness protection mode”, we both enjoy it tremendously. If she is not in my view she show up only when she wants, in a way how she wants and although we live together for a long time and have million conventional behaviors but she never makes the same appearance twice. She always unique and always has in her appearance the beautiful, possessed only by her twist. I love it is death and she know it.

There is however one amassing thing that we developed juts recently that I praise more than Christians praise their cross.

There is that moment when I do not know where she is and I do not particularly need her at the moment. It is cold outside. It is late evening. I go to my Opera Room and I light up my fireplace. I take my large buckwheat chair and place it right in front of fireplace. I lay in my super comfortable buckwheat chair and I stretch my bare feet toward to the fire. I take a remote control and push “Play” with any dark and slow music. The room is dark, even black. I see only a fire in front of me and the rest of the world stops to exist. With my right rand I reach a box of Cohabas, lighter and light up my cigar. I close my eyes. I take with my right hand cigar out of mouth stretch arms wide open, floating in my no-gravity chair. As soon my left arm reach it’s maximum extension my left palm feels one single, very soft touch of the very end of my Koshka’s tail. She always there, not juts she is there but she is there with millimeter precision, holding her tail up, just to tell me that she is there to care me and to support me through my life.

Only Cats…

Me.

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