i was beginning to think it wouldn't happen. But this morning, i Knew some things about the Pretty Cloth. And right away, i Knew to look at the Maria's Cloths that remain on the middle back of the futon couch. See if one would work and oh, yes. One will work. It is a very gentle sand pink color, really a sand blush . Perfect.
so...stitched to a piece of gray lavender that i had somehow dyed of something sometime, a piece of harem cloth in the middle. Began the kantha, all around, more than half way down one side today. It feels very very good and right.
Wood box turned over, copper tub for kindling, Chinche's winter sleeping blanket. Out. Done for seven months. Chiche's blanket and two other wool blankets, the two door blankets, will be off to the Laundromat, then stored away until needed again.
and it seems we might have another new neighbor. The Sparrow neighbor under the awning at the far West and for now, a new cat under the house to the farthest East. This is the young cat that is the mother of that little yellow kitten that was in the Albatros a while ago? I think she ordinarily lives under neighbor Margie's house. I see her now and then, over in the far place. She needs to leave Margie's on the weekends when Margie's son Strong Man comes with his pitbull Fiona who is a very good dog, but not so much about cats. She's come here before for the weekend but here we are....Wednesday......
off and on through the day, Tay has barked there. I finally went out and squatted down with her, looking....into that crack and yes, about 4" away, it's her. Staring back. She looks so much like Tazmeena that i came in to see if Taz was in her usual spot...on the bed...yes...so back out and squatting again, i explained to Tay that it's just another cat like Tazmeena, no need to bark, but then
as the words were said, like lightning, a forearm and paw whipped out the crack and caught Tay on the nose.
Still, i thought how it might be good to have an OutSide cat, an Under the House cat. Maybe i should dribble some food into that crack. But then i remembered that she has had two litters of kittens that i know of. Hmmmm. She is feral. Hmmmm. That i am trying to understand that last part of the Metta meditation...May i live with ease. understand how i lovingly sabotage my self.
