We hiked Mount Zion yesterday. Home, showered, and then rest. No, Miss Boa did not hike, but no one can rest like a cat. We are all delighting in this string of sunny days.
Day of rest
We hiked Mount Zion yesterday. Home, showered, and then rest. No, Miss Boa did not hike, but no one can rest like a cat. We are all delighting in this string of sunny days.
For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #102, a soft study. Rose pink velvet and soft black fur and textures and curves, even though a photograph is two dimensions.
I go to the guest bed to take a nap. I reach for the blanket and touch… fur.Β I recoil. Boa cat wakes and blinks at me.
She looks so warm that I go curl up on the couch.
This for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #86.
This for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #73: Boa Cat in her guard position. Except for her ears, which are in “my person is doing something…” position. This is in my backyard two summers ago, when the grass dries out. August, 2014.
For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #55: I rarely get a good photograph of Ms Boa outside, because when I point the camera at her she purr-chirps and comes over. But this time I got the zoom just right — caught her!
H for heal, healing, healed.
Heal is not used as a feeling as much as healing or healed in conversation. Unless you are a healer and you hope to heal someone. But we use healing frequently or say, “I need to heal from that.” What do you want to heal from? A physical, a mental, a spiritual or an emotional healing? They are all tied together and we need them all. I am working with a massage therapist, once every two weeks. I chose massage for healing because my sister and father had died 14 months apart and about ten months later I thought, I need some help. And the thought of discussing my family was horrifying. I thought, I don’t want talk therapy. Let’s go at it from another angle: heal and help the body and the mind will follow. I feel much better now….
verb (used with object)
1. to make healthy, whole, or sound; restore to health; free from ailment.
2. to bring to an end or conclusion, as conflicts between people or groups, usually with the strong implication of restoring former amity; settle; reconcile:
They tried to heal the rift between them but were unsuccessful.
3. to free from evil; cleanse; purify: to heal the soul.
verb (used without object)
4. to effect a cure.
5. (of a wound, broken bone, etc.) to become whole or sound; mend; get well (often followed by up or over).

I am a family doctor and one area of healing that we should use more is going outside, going for a walk and going in the woods. Why? I was feeling gloomy yesterday am and walked down the wooded paths in my neighborhood. The birds are celebrating spring. A deer stood watching me on the path, immobile in hopes that I wouldn’t see her. A sapsucker was up in the top of a dead madrona tree. I only walked ten blocks, but the new information from being outside and watching and listening, blew the gloom right out of my mind. The brain is geared for new neurological information using all the senses. We do NOT use them for computer and especially not for television. So go outside and blow the cobwebs away! And if you have a feeling you are not comfortable with, take it for a walk and show it birds and squirrels and just let it be present. Be kind to it and yourself. Heal.
I took the photograph Saturday. I walked into my lower yard and the deer and a yearling were startled. I stopped and the deer did too. She kept looking at an evergreen to her right, and at last the cat walked out from the lower branches…. If a cat may look at a king, then a deer can look at a cat….
For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #52, Boa cat on my lap…. and bike shoes…
This is for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge #46. Boa Cat eschews all commercial cat scratch posts and blankets and containers, but she likes to lie by me in the early morning when I write. I took a box and put one of my fleece jackets in it. Purrrfect. She curls up there in the morning and I can move the box easily. She likes it best on the table in the middle of everything so that she can watch when I leave for work.
Next I will decorate the box… I need some beautiful paper for Boa.
Z for ZZZzzzzz…. shhhh, everyone is asleep after the Blogging from A to Z Challenge and I am tiptoeing my last contribution in during May…..very quietly.
Yesterday morning Boa cat brought a mouse in the house. I heard it squeaking and protesting being played with before being eaten. Then Boa called me insistently, with her mouth full of squeaking mouse. I started down the stairs and she dropped it and it ran into a closet. She lost it.
I tried to find it, gingerly. I had to get the recycling out of that closet anyhow, because Tuesday is recycling day. I picked things up rather carefully. I found the mouse once but it skittered away in the closet again before Boa grabbed it and I was not about to grab it. Sharp teeth.
Last night Boa brought the mouse into my bedroom and tore around, chasing it. I think. I am not entirely sure whether Boa really did bring the mouse in or whether it was a dream. If it was a dream, it was very convincing and had five parts or more. And then I dreamed or heard crunching.
There is a pile of paper knocked over on the stairs. I have not checked my room for mouse feet or a tail. In the night I hoped Boa would keep the mouse on the floor and not bring it up on the bed. She didn’t.
The cat in the picture is not Boa. It’s Princess Mittens. She was about a year old and stood at the open back door growling at the terrible things in the back yard: a doe and two fauns, there to steal the apples. Princess Mittens was hit by a car last summer, at age ten. Boa misses her but would never ever admit it.
And there: I am done with the A to Z Challenge! Sleep well, everyone!

Y is for why in the Blogging from A to Z Challenge as in WHY did I FAIL!!!? I was supposed to post the whole alphabet by April 30th! It is May!
Well, actually, because life intervened, which is fine.
Friends were moving out of a rental and have a gap to the next one, so moved in with us. We went from two people, a fish and a cat, to six people, a fish and a cat. One of the people is two and another is seven, and they brought their parents along. They moved in last Wednesday, two days before May 1. So things got really exciting! The house is a mess! Well, really, my teen daughter would say it’s always a mess and she would be correct by some people’s standards. I am able to ignore clutter pretty successfully and my main rule is food at the table only, for kids. Boa cat keeps bringing mice in to show me and play with and I don’t want a big mouse population.
I got to X in the challenge during April and now I will finish it in May. And I am happy with that!
The picture is Port Townsend Bay. I think it looks like a giant wave in the background, but it’s Marrowstone Island, with mist rolling off it.

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