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Kitty-Who-Is-Not-My-Kitty and I Do Not Walk Alone

Kitty and I have discovered that we are a part of something much bigger than we are. And we are very thankful that we have each other.

My Kitty is mine for today


There are times when Kitty and I do walk alone. We set out on a walk to discover a bit of freshness for our mind and, in my case, for my soul.

That is not of what I speak. What is meant is that we are sharing this planets with all humans (and the amazing animals that inhabit it as well). That which diminishes one of us in turn diminishes each of us.

Something Interesting Just Over There


How I was Fully Hooked on Writing

When I was a senior in high school I had a class termed 'advanced journalism'. I suppose it was entitled that to make us work harder. There were only 10 of us in the class.

The teacher was the most amazing teacher. His name was Mr. Raymond Fulmer. He left the planet in 2011. The world is missing a most amazing individual. I am so glad that I had the opportunity to speak with him on the phone in the late 90's when I visited my family in Pennsylvania. I told him how much he had influenced my life and how grateful I was because of it. He was most appreciative of the call.

I had always known that writing my thoughts in a journal or a diary was something that I greatly enjoyed. I was never really confident about what I had written until I was in Mr. Fulmer's class. He encouraged me and the other students to write honestly about our thoughts and views. He wanted to help bring out the true writer in each of us.

In the class he taught we had to do a research paper about an author. I chose John Donne. I became totally immersed in the study of this complex individual. I spent hours and hours in the public library researching and reading and learning. I know even at that I only barely scratched the surface. One line that has stayed with me through the ages stated that we are not walking alone. We are all a part of each other's lives. That is what prompted this article.

Bench for Dining

This is the DIY bench I erected for a memorial garden bench for my nephew. I know he will be glad the kitties are dining on it.

This is the DIY bench I erected for a memorial garden bench for my nephew. I know he will be glad the kitties are dining on it.

It is tolling for you

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

— John Donne

The Largest of the three Kitties

She is the most wary of all the kitties including Mommy.

She is the most wary of all the kitties including Mommy.

Listening is a good thing.

Kitty and I spend some part of almost every day in each other's company. "Talking" to each other and listening. The listening is a very important part of our time together.

Her connection to me has connected me in turn to the neighbors across the street who also love on and feed Kitty. She has caused a bridge to form that has lead us to visit when we are in the yard and catch up with what is going on in each other's lives.

Kitty Most Like Mommy

This little gal tries to be so brave. She races around on the bench as I lay food out. But she will not stay until I depart.

This little gal tries to be so brave. She races around on the bench as I lay food out. But she will not stay until I depart.

Spending Time Catching Our Breath

Grabbing my keys, I pop into the vehicle that will take me away to some unknown place; unknown to kitty that is.

Kitty turns, looks at me, as if to ask that I do not leave, that I stay with her longer. Somewhat sadly she meanders across the road to find a critter to chase. I sit and watch before pulling out of the driveway. She quickly becomes lost in the scraggly tall grasses in the field across from my place. Later she will return to tell of her day's adventures.

Returning home, as soon as my car is put in reverse and I am backing under the carport, Kitty comes rushing toward me. It's as if she was waiting patiently for my return.

When I get out of the monstrous (to her) machine that has carried me from her, the first few minutes are spent trying to guess which way I will step so that she can wind her way through my legs. She really wants me to park somewhere and just adore her. Which I usually do. We sit for a bit and she hums loudly as I stroke her feathery soft fur. We play for a few minutes with her fluffy yellow toy on a stick.

Raking is calling me. That is just fine with her. She still loves to roll in the leaves I rake up into small piles. She is certain they are piled there for her entertainment only.

Mommy Kitty

Mommy blends into the background. There are dead leaves that create a way for her to be camouflaged.

Mommy blends into the background. There are dead leaves that create a way for her to be camouflaged.

Making Connections

She tells me: "You know, Padi Kay, when you are gone, I am not totally alone. Even when my family across the street is not home."

"O, not alone?" I query.

"No, not alone. You see, I have discovered there are other little fuzzy critters that look like me who live most of the time in your backyard. We visit a bit each day spending a few minutes maybe racing and playing. I soon head off to discover some new adventure that calls me.

We have agreed to share you. Actually you feed some of them each day. They hang out just out of sight most of the day but sometimes it seems your yard is littered with colorful little critters as they spread out back there, sunning or playing or curled up in a ball snuggled next to each other. Three of them are smaller than me. Their Momma is a bit larger."

"I do spy them throughout the day," I reply.

"It really is a cute sight. And when I go out to feed them, one of the kitties, the smallest one, comes up very close to me and then dashes off. It is as if she is telling her sisters to look at how brave she is.

You see, I do feed them but have not become their Momma. Soon they will be gathered up and taken to a nearby location to have an operation so that they will not be able to have babies. If anyone at the business where I take them wants to adopt them that will be wonderful. They are adorable but we do not need any more feral kitties in our neighborhood.

You know what 'feral' means, right?"

Kitty looks a bit puzzled.

"Okay. So it means they are wild. They have not been tamed like you. You are a domesticated kitty which means you are cared for and loved.

The babies and their Momma in the back yard were dropped off out there and they have to fend for themselves. I am glad that you brighten part of their day by spending a few minutes with them."

More Connections

After a bit, Kitty wanders away and I go inside. After our chat I realize that our human lives are filled with many connections too. We encounter many people each day. And, we have a choice. We can acknowledge each one of them in some way--a smile, a nod, a greeting or we can brush past them as if something more important is just ahead.

Mr. Donne's words speak clearly to us down through the ages. We truly are a part of each other's lives. The person stocking the shelves in the big box store or our local grocery story are a part of the bigger picture. Each one of us no matter how humble our job or station in life may be is connected to every other person on the planet.

Likewise, most everyone appreciates being spoken to and appreciated for whatever contribution is being made by their presence on this planet. That little smile or kindness we afford another can be a game-changer. It may just lighten a burden they are carrying that day.

Just because

Help your old neighbor, give your seat in the subway to someone who needs it, buy a coffee for a homeless man that you see, bring flowers for your colleagues without a reason. Make someone smile, even for a brief second, and you will see how your day will change instantly for the best.

— Lucas Bailly

Putting on Someone Else's Moccasins

The evenings and early mornings have become cooler, finally. This morning it was 42 which is a big jump from 80s and 90s just a few weeks ago. This week we are told it may be 80 again. One never knows what to wear.

This morning I let Kitty in to dine inside. She has gotten her winter coat which is quite poofy but she allowed as how she was chilled to the bone, poor thing, and wouldn't I show her some mercy. She had more than one serving of the food she loved. After dining she decided she needed to go on a little tour which I allowed. After a few minutes I reminded her she had her nice warm coat and that it was time to go back outside.

She was back out visiting and exploring. I even saw her out back.

You know, I am reminded of the saying that we should walk in someone else's moccasins in order to try to understand them. Getting to know someone and their needs helps us to be more compassionate and less judgmental.

An Incredible Rendition of Never Walk Alone

A kind gesture can reach a wound that only compassion can heal.

— Steve Maraboli

Good Fences Make Good Neighbors

However, getting too close to someone can become problematic. We need to find how we feel comfortable sharing our time and ourselves with others.

Mr. Frost reminded us of that in the poem Mending Wall. The poem is open to an individual's interpretation for sure. He states that "good fences make good neighbors" He does not stop there though. Read it and ponder it for yourself.

One thing that really bugged me when I was taking literature classes was when the poem or story was dissected and interpreted so much it took the beauty from it. Thus I shall not do so here.

Walking on the planet would be very lonely if it were a singular walk. Maybe less complicated at times, who knows.

O, I see Kitty. It is time for a visit.

Mr. Frost's Poem: Mending Wall

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.

Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,

Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.”

Love is not patronizing and charity isn't about pity, it is about love. Charity and love are the same -- with charity you give love, so don't just give money but reach out your hand instead.

— Mother Teresa

© 2019 Patricia Scott