Month: February 2020

Well, my cat has taken quite fondly to her new condo. I put it on the bed a few weeks ago since I destroyed her under the bed resting place. While I was hoping she would like it, I never realized how much.

The other day I walked in and there was an offer in earnest for quite a bit. Some kibble, a few cookies, a dead bug or two, along with some major fur balls, just waiting for my signature to release the condo to her. Frankly, what she didn’t know is it was already hers. A gift. One for her to cherish until she no longer required one. Since it faces the front window, she has a vantage point, almost magical I would imagine to her.

I signed the agreement anyways, made a big show of sealing the deal with a few treats as well – then moved on to more important things. Like, when was she going to catch a rodent? A moth? Any critter that didn’t belong in the house? Too many questions without any forthcoming answers. Oh well. Perhaps my expectations are too high?

My newest pup (getting bigger everyday) stares at her when I’m getting their morning breakfast. The cat is getting braver as well. Coming almost into the kitchen – less than 10 feet from the monster Malinois. Sometimes, she get chased back into the room with the condo. When she does, a minute later she’s back out and once again about 10 feet away. Small brain? Or as I like to think, they have all grown fond of one another with their various ways of making it known.

Where can you find cat condos – you ask? Why that’s an easy one – in a cat-alogue.

The other day I went to the gun range. Yep. But not to shoot guns this time. Arrows. Lot’s of them. It was hailing arrows left and right, up and down. Just you and the target. An almost zen like mystical moment. From the time you nock the arrow, to a flick of the finger as the arrow soars through the air at up to 200 mph, you’re taking deep slow breaths, gazing along the sight, keeping the bubble level, silently estimating the wind and curvature of the earth before the tip reaches it’s intended destination.

OK. Maybe not the curvature of the earth, but that’s kinda poetic, huh? I mean, what better way to focus your mind and body then becoming one with your body, like a shaolin monk? Harnessing your chi, using your senses in a symphony of coordinated movements, all designed to bring an arrow to it’s intended destination. Of course this is after I was told to stop shooting the walking people. Who knew moving targets were off the menu? They did, I guess.

I was still determined to have fun in spite of the rules above. My chi was brimming with energy, waiting to be released. Instead of going on and on as some say, I will show you. One of me just about to release the arrow using a compound bow. Another with an almost perfect grouping. All this, after having one cup of mushroom coffee. Kinda makes you think differently about having a morning cuppa, eh?

A nice day spent with good friends. And praying they didn’t pick up on my bad habit of shooting walking objects. Until then…

Nam-myoho-renge-kyo