Saturday in Town

As some may know I managed to get my first (and probably my only) book published last week. Today I noticed that two copies had been sold. I know a colleague of mine had bought a copy, but have no idea who bought the other copy. I was told to take my book along to the local bookshop and see what they would do. I decided they could only say "no" so I went along. As I wanted to buy a book (I still have book tokens) I decided to combine both. The lady in the bookshop was very pleased and enthusiastic. She said one copy was already on order and if I could leave two copies they would put them in the english book section and I could go along in January to see what had happened in the meanwhile. If they get sold they would naturally refund the money. I thought fair enough so let us see what happens. I wonder if J.K. Rowling had such problems with her Harry Potter, probably not.

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I was naturally armed with my camera as usual and took once again a photo of our St. Urs cathedral - I think that is the most photographed object in our town. It was a warm sunny Autumn afternoon and I noticed about 4 or our town hostesses (yes, we have them as well) were showing groups of tourists, foreign and otherwise around our town. I had to do a little bit of shopping but not very much, so made my way home. It is a twenty minute walk into town and again back. The doctor told me it was important that I get more exercise (it seems sitting at the computer is not the solution) and the price of a one way ticket on the local street train being three swiss francs, I did not need a lot of persuasion. It was really a wonderful day.

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Walking past the entrance to the town cemetery I noticed there were some nicely coloured trees in Autumn colours. I had to cross to the other side of the road. The train lines are on that side of the road and one of the local stations. Behind the station there is a field used for horses. Today they were all out grazing in the sun so I took a couple of photos before arriving home.

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MULTIPLY Creative Challenge #22: Elusive Dreams

Perhaps a strange photo but it has a lot to do with one of my elusive dreams. One of my dreams has always been to be able to ride a two-wheeled bike since I was a little girl. My first bike was a three wheeler, as was the fashion in the 1950's for children and that was no problem. I grew up in London and the roads were not exactly bike friendly and my mum was always worried that "something might happen" so I never had my bike to learn on. Some of my friends had one so I naturally tried it now and again, but with no success. As soon as I sat on the bike it would start falling and me with it. I just could not keep my balance. The years went by and I eventually left home and came to Switzerland. Now it seemed to me that everyone in Switzerland rode a bike. The children went to school with their bike as soon as they were old enough, the housewives did their shopping with a bike and a lot of the men went to work with a bike. I was a bit the odd one out and did all my journeys by walking or with the bus. My husband needed the car to go to work and I only learnt to drive a car at the age of 36. I somehow had a secret wish to own a bike and ride one. I remember the day when my husband bought a motor scooter. I tried that as well, thinking that the speed would keep me upright. I had a few lessons with my other half, but we gave up - too many problems with the balance, so to this day I still have not learnt to ride a bike, but have not given up hope. Just a small note would be that when I had my driving lessons I also had a problem. I could do everything with the car, just not steer very well. Of course after driving for 26 years I don't seem to have a problem any more, but you cannot fall off a car I suppose. And now for the second elusive dream.

When I got married and had a family, part of the routine was going on holiday once a year to get away from things. Switzerland does not have a coast line and with a growing family it was too expensive to go to other countries on holiday so we usually rented a holiday chalet somewhere in the Bernese Overland amongst the mountains. One of our favourite places was Adelboden which is situated in a wide valley between the mountains. What did we do on these holidays? We went for long walks, you could call them hiking holidays. At ten in the morning we were ready. The Rücksack was packed with bread, meat, tomatoes, something to drink and we made off. The weather was usually quite sunny and warm, especially at midday and we usually found a nice spot in the country side on a slope to eat. The particular photo shows one of my elusive dreams. It needed a lot of energy to get to the top of the slopes and it was not as easy as it looks on the photo. On the left of the photo you can see a dip in the mountain outline. This particular dip was known as the Bonderchrinde. We would walk up the slope over the meadows. The last part was pure gravel and very steep. The time given on the signpost was 90 minutes and we never achieved that bit. We were so exhausted when we got up the main slope that we had no energy left to get to the "chrinde" (edge) to see what was on the other side. That is something I would love to have done, but this view remained elusive. When I look at the photos today this always springs to my mind. After our walks we usually arrived back at the chalet around five in the evening and need a couple of hours to relax before we went into the village in the evening for a meal. The kids really enjoyed coming, but that last little bit always remained an obstacle that we just could not achieve. I was younger then, and a bit more movable than today. Just to prove my achievements, here is a photo I found. I must have been in my mid thirties then (note the professional hiking shoes - the areas where we went walking had to be done in those shoes, anything else would not hold over the rocks and the stones and slopes).

Creative Challenge #22: Elusive Dreams

It's Autumn

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As you can see from the photo looking towards the Jura mountains, taken around the corner to where I live, the trees are slowly changing colour and the leaves are falling. Now that sounds really romantic, I must be getting older. Anyhow the weather is really nice at the moment here in the part of Switzerland where I live, up to 18°C during the day. I noticed in the shops the choice of veg is also changing. You can now buy brussel sprouts again and chicory which you don't see during the Summer. I also noticed that the prices seem to be shooting upwards, cauliflower being now at least five Swiss francs each. I don't think it is the bank's fault, but probably the farmers. Who knows?

Life goes on as always. I am still working half days, probably until the end of the year according to my doctor. I have sold one copy of my book, one of my colleagues went to the local book shop and ordered a copy. I was so proud, as I did not think anyone would be interested. Things seem to be quiet in the office at the moment and the management are trying to find the solution to overcoming the slump that may be arriving in the world of industry. It will not be the first one I have gone through in the working world and probably will not be the last one.

And now for something completely different. I don't know if anyone here goes fishing. My mother-in-law had a small aquarium when she was alive, with a couple of gold fish and a catfish (also known as a sheatfish according to my German dictionary). Anyhow I remember that the catfish she had always seemed to be growing. Not a giant, but he overtook the gold fish. Eventually he survived the goldfish and grew to quite a size for an aquarium fish. One sad morning my mother-in-law found him on the floor, it seems he did a kamikaze flight during the night. Anyhow, there are catfish and catfish and the reason I am telling this is because something very interesting happened in our local River Aare, so much so that it came in our Swiss news programme and it appeared in the newspapers. Here is a translation of an article I found. There is also a link to the web site with a film, and I strongly recommend to watch the video.

The Giant

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"Divers in the Aare near Bettlach (just a ten minute drive from where I live) in Kanton solothurn have made a spectacular discovery: a three meter long catfish.

The diver said "I was filming some perch and suddenly saw a large shadow. He was already in front of me and looking at me. I took three deep breaths and than swam around with him for twnty minutes." Alain Bauermeister talks of his first meeting with the “Giant” from the “Bettlach”. The diver has made a fantastic discovery and also filmed it: A catfish three meters long – this was the size the diver reckoned it to be. He has been diving for the last four years with the camera and could compare the catfish with the length of his own body size and his experiences.

Bauermeister often went diving in the Red Sea where he earlier worked as a diving teacher. Back in Switzerland he did not want to give up this hobby and so he now goes diving in the River Aare with his diving colleague Marco Schneider. They keep records with the camera and often show photos and videos on the Internet. In the meanwhile they have already seen the “giant” three times and have gone for a swim with him each time. One often finds a catfish in the river Aare but very rarely in this size.

Impressed from the giant is also Rudolf Winzenried, president of the fishing club Grenchen-Bettlach. When he heard from the three meter fish he did not really want to believe it. He thought it was a fisherman’s story which are often exaggerated. Then he saw the video in Internet and was convinced of its size. A catfish in that size is very rare. Winzenried does not intend to remove the fish from the river. He finds such a fish should remain. The divers are naturally the same opinion and are keeping the place secret where the catfish is, they just mentioned that they went into the river near the village of Bettlach. "

MULTIPLY: Pictures to Words: Reflections Week 4: The Escape

"I think it’s time Harry.“
"Yes you are right Frank. Let’s go and get Charles.“
And the two men made their way down the corridor of the building on their way to Charles’ room. They knocked at the door and entered. Charles was sitting on the bed ready dressed wearing his raincoat and had a small case beside him.
“At last you two have arrived” he said “I have got myself ready and have been waiting for the last ten minutes.”
“Yes Charles, we are now here, but where do you think you are going dressed like that with the suitcase.”
“Well you said we were escaping tonight, so I got everything ready. We have to cross the lake by boat and I didn’t want to get wet, so I put my raincoat on.”
“Charles wearing your raincoat is all right, but you still have your pyjamas on underneath, you will catch a cold and after we escape you cannot run around in your pyjamas.”
“But Gladys said she will be waiting for me on the other side with a change of clothes, so I decided wearing pyjamas would be best. I don’t need shoes as they will only get wet on the boat.”

Frank and Harry just shook their heads in despair. It was always difficult to explain things to Charles. He never really understood, but he was their friend and where they went Charles came as well. Gladys was his wife and she meant everything to Charles. She had died five years ago, but it was difficult to persuade Charles that she no longer was alive.

“OK Charles” said Harry “you can come as you are, but just stay close to us. This will not be an easy escape, the night watchman is always alert to noises on the stairs, but as tonight is the European soccer cup final on the television we hope that he will have his eyes on the screen and not on the exit. At least you won’t be making any unnecessary noise barefoot.”
“You are right there Harry, do you think we should leave our shoes and socks here as well.”
“No Frank, I do not. Just make sure that you are quiet. So let’s go.”
And the three men made their way down the stairs past the night watchman’s office.
“Charles down on your knees and creep past the window to the office. Our three heroes then began a synchronised creep until they were out of the main door. They then stood up.
“Frank, Harry, my feet are cold. Wait a minute while I get some socks out of my case.”
“Charles we told you to wear your shoes and socks. Now we have not got time for a complete change of dress. You will have to put up with it. Why do you have a case with you?”
“I have all my letters from Gladys in the case, as well as photos and a complete change of underwear. When we arrive on the other side of the lake I want to be dressed in clean clothes. Gladys will be meeting me with my Sunday suit and hat.”
“Frank, I think we will have to keep an eye on Charles, his mind seems to be wandering just a little bit.”
“Well he has a point Harry. It is always good to have a clean change of underwear, you never know. My mum always told me that you might have an accident and have to go to hospital and it makes a better impression on people when they see that you are dressed nice and clean. It could be that you have a touch of the runs and then you really need clean underpants. I remember ……”
“Frank otherwise you feel ok I assume. We are three men all approaching our seventy-fifth birthday and I think we are old enough to know what to wear, except for Charles of course, but he is an exception.”
“Why am I an exception?” Charles asked.
“Don’t ask such questions, Charles, you know what happened at the last birthday party we celebrated together. You wanted a fancy dress party and came as a hot dog smothered in ketchup and mustard.”
“I thought that was a good idea” answered Charles.
“Oh, it was a very good idea” and Harry and Frank started laughing. “The only problem was the sausage bit. You should have kept your clothes on.”
“Stop laughing at me; everyone knows that sausages don’t wear clothes. See, I am not as stupid as you seem to think.”
“Frank, Charles, now pull yourselves together. We now have to go down the path to where the boat is moored and this could be tricky. We don’t want anyone falling in the lake, now do we?”
And the three men made their way precariously along the slippery path to the rowing boat.
“So now who is laughing at my bare feet and pyjamas? I am the only one here with a bit of common sense.”
“Can you explain that Charles?” asked both Frank and Harry.
“Easy answer; one of us has to untie the boat and push it out onto the lake. I am the only one with bare feet and I can roll up my pyjama trousers. My raincoat will stop me getting wet.”
“He’s right there Frank” Harry answered. “Looks like Charles has more sense then we credited him with.”
Frank and Harry boarded the rowing boat and Charles untied it and pushed it away. There was a bit of trouble as Charles was so pleased with the achievement, he forgot to jump into the boat. Luckily Frank grabbed the oars and rowed back to the banks of the lake. Frank and Harry then hoisted Charles onto the boat.
“Thanks boys, did you see how well I did that? You can really be proud of me now.”
“Yes Charles we are proud of you, just a shame you stood in the water waving goodbye to us both.”
They then started rowing, Charles gave Frank and Harry instructions to keep up the rhythm. They passed by a large sign on the bank with the name of the boat station. Charles threw some mud at it.
“We don’t want to go back there do we boys.”
“Definitely not, said Frank and Harry in unison.”
The sign said “Paradise home for the elderly mentally ill. The place where you can be sure your beloved relatives will be cared for by an expert staff.”

Our three brave boats men were not happy with the expert staff. They were never allowed to go for walks on their own; they were supervised when they had a bath and just could not do what they wanted. Frank, Charles and Harry decided it was time to make an escape. They were convinced they were being kept in this place against their own will. Charles was sure that Gladys had tried to rescue him many times, and that was the reason why he never saw her again.

“Frank, I think I have a cramp in my arm” said Harry.
“In that case Charles can take over your oar, but be careful how you move on this boat, it is very small and we don’t want any accidents.”
Frank stood up and the boat began to sway from side to side.
“Sit down Frank” said Harry “this is not going to work. We will have to think about this.
“I have the answer.” Charles put his hand up in the air in an excited way.
“Put your hand down Charles. You are making the boat shake even more. What do you want to say.”
“OK Harry, I know you always think you have the answers, but this time I have the solution so listen to me. If Frank stands up on his own the boat starts rocking and might capsize. Now if I stand up with him it will balance the weight and when Frank moves to the back of the boat I will move to the middle and we will both sit down again at the same time so that the boat remains in the right position in the water.”
Harry and Frank looked at each other and decided that Charles had spoken a few words of wisdom, which was not often the case with Charles.”
“Yes that is the answer”, said Frank.
“OK, Frank, Charles at the count of three you will both stand up and exchange places. Do I make myself clear? One, two three.”
And this really worked. Charles stood up holding his raincoat together to make sure it kept him warm in the cold night air, Frank stood up in the boat and the two of them changed places.
“We did it” said Charles and sat down in the boat. “What do I do now” he asked.
“The idea is that you take the other oar and start rowing with me” said Harry.
“Which oar” asked Charles.
“Why the oar that Frank had of course.”
“I didn’t think I needed the oar any more” said Frank “because I was changing my position with Charles, so I just pushed it into the water.”
“You did what?” and now Harry was becoming a little annoyed “How do you expect me to row this boat on my own. Do you have your wits about you.”
“Now don’t start annoying me. Are you calling me mad? My wife called me mad before she put me in the home. I do not allow anyone to call me mad. I am not speaking to you any more Harry, you have now annoyed me.”
“Frank, have you forgotten that we are friends. Of course I did not mean you were mad, we are all tired and a bit excited.”
“I don’t care Harry. First of all you get on your knees and apologise before I talk to you any more.”
“How do you expect me to get on my knees? There is hardly any room in this boat.”
“That is not my problem Harry, you started the argument by insulting me in front of my friends.”
“There is only one friend here and that is Charles and I am sure he knows that I didn’t mean what I said, don’t you Charles.”
“Well I am so sure Harry, after all that is a bit of a strong insult. We all know that we were kept in the home under false pretences. That is really the worse you can say. I would get on my knees and apologise if I were you.”
“Ok, ok, I am now on my knees and Frank I apologise for the insult. Are we now friends again?”
“I will think about it Harry and now sit on the seat you look stupid on you knees in the boat. And where is the other oar?”
“The other oar? I had to let it go to get on my knees.”
“Oh, great” said Charles. “Now we are sitting in the boat with no oars, so how do we steer?”
“That is a very good question Charles, do you have the answer?.”
“No not really, but I know what I can do. I will take off my raincoat so that it will not get wet and get into the water. I can then swim and push the boat towards the other bank. It is not so far, I can see the lights on the other side. I am sure Gladys is waiting for me there. Look boys there she is.”
“Where, Charles I can’t see her.”
“Neither can I” said Harry
“There she is, Charles, Frank, she has got into the water and is wading towards me. I have to go now. See you on the other bank.”
and before Harry and Frank could stop him, he jumped into the water and made off in the direction of the bank. Unfortunately Charles could not swim.

The next day the newspapers were full of their escapades.

“Three patients of the local mental hospital rescued.

It was noticed that three inmates of the local home for the elderly were missing from their beds yesterday evening. After a quick search it was found that the rowing boat was missing from its moorings. The lake police were informed and a search was quickly organised. One man was pulled out of the lake. It seemed he was looking for his wife that had departed some five years earlier. The boat was floating on the surface of the lake without any guidance. The other two men had lost both oars. All three men were suffering from over exposure and were taken into care at the local hospital. They have now been returned to the mental hospital.

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MULTIPLY Writer's Block: Challenge #48: The Kiss and The Scream

Jack was just drifting off to sleep when he heard a blood curdling scream through the open bedroom window.

“What the hell….” Was his thought, but that was the standard Jack reaction on unexpected events. He dragged himself out of the sheets and stumbled across to the window and looked out. The water in the swimming pool below was reflecting in the moonlight, but he saw nothing suspicious. Thinking it was another cat fight in the neighbourhood he went back to bed noticing that it was just five minutes after one in the morning. Jack saw his wife Hilda sleeping in her bed. He thought she resembled a sleeping angel, but how looks could betray. He remembered their wedding day. She swore to be true for ever and never betray him but things had changed. Although he was twenty years older than his wife, his sexual fantasy and longings were still present and he longed to hold his wife in his arms and just make love to her. He reached out in the dark and touched her shoulder and moved his fingertips downwards towards her breasts, but there was no reaction. She just turned over and continued breathing deeply. He decided he was fighting a lost cause and tried to win back his interrupted sleep.

The next morning at breakfast Jack decided to try some conversation with his wife.
“Did you hear that noise in the night? It sounded as if someone was being killed.”
“I must have been sleeping, what was it exactly?”
“It was a loud scream. I thought it might be a cat fight, but saw no movements anywhere when I looked out of the window.”
“Must have been a figment of your imagination Jack. Before I forget, I have to go into town this afternoon to the hairdresser and afterwards I have to see the doctor about the headaches I keep getting. Don’t expect me back until at least seven in the evening” and she carried on eating breakfast, ignoring Jack.

Jack was rich, very rich. He did not have to work; his company existed without his help. The first few months of their marriage were just wonderful. He reflected on how they were one heart and one soul and how he felt at least twenty years younger. He was sure Hilda loved him, but since the last couple of weeks, he was not so sure any more. Her headaches always seem to appear when they went to bed. He now had his doubts about her faithfulness and whether it was him she loved or just his money. He decided to follow her to town. It seemed strange that a doctor’s appointment would keep her until late in the evening.

After dinner she put one of her narrow skirts on and a silk blouse showing as much décolleté as was decent to show, climbed into her car and drove off. This was the signal for Jack. He had told her he would be busy in the garden, but he was waiting in the shed for her departure. The second car was parked in the garage, a Jaguar, so he knew he would be fast enough to catch her up and follow. He was soon on the road and saw her car faintly in the distance. Eventually she arrived in town and parked just in front of the hairdressers. She entered and Jack decided to have a drink in a near bye café and wait until she appeared again. Two coffees later she made her exit but left her car standing and started walking. Jack followed in the background, when she suddenly stopped. A young man with blond hair was standing next to Hilda. Hilda looked pleased to see him and then it happened. They kissed. Jack thought not just a kiss, something that radiated a feeling of longing, of love, and belonging. The couple walked into a side street, one of those alleys where there was no traffic and half in darkness. Jack followed and standing on the other side of the street he could see what was happening. Their kiss was no longer just a kiss, but something passionate and he could see that his wife’s partner, as well as his wife, wanted more than just a kiss. Jack decided he had seen enough and walked back to his car and drove home.

Hilda only arrived at eight in the evening.
“That was a long appointment at the doctors” Jack said “did he find out what the problem was?”
“It seems it is something to do with my blood pressure and I now have to see him every day to get my blood pressure taken. I am not allowed to do anything that might excite me, so I will just have to take it easy at the moment. Oh and Jack I think it might be a good idea if you go and sleep in the guest room for the time being. The doctor said it is important that I have a complete night’s rest, if you know what I mean.” She emphasized the last words with a biting tone.
“Well if you think so, Hilda. I just want to be sure that you soon recover from those headaches. I will be glad when we get back to a normal routine. I miss you so much.”
Hilda looked at Jack and nodded. “Yes dear, let’s just wait and see what the doctor says.”
Basically Jack was boiling inside. He moved over to the spare bedroom that evening and found it to be a good idea under the circumstances.

That evening Hilda went to bed early, but Jack fell asleep in the armchair in front of the television and only retired around half past twelve. He was just falling asleep when he heard the scream once again. This time it seemed to be louder, outside on the corridor. He once again looked out the window, but saw nothing. He then opened the bedroom door and made a quick examination of the corridor, but all was still. He entered the room that he used to share with his wife, and she was sleeping alone in the bed, breathing regularly. Jack decided to leave her and returned to his own bedroom.

The next day Jack followed Hilda again on her journey to the doctors. This time he saw that she was met by her blond boyfriend at the entrance of a well known town hotel that many couples were known to use for their happy hours. Jack had to really pull himself together that he did not approach his wife with the facts.

The evening came, Hilda arrived home and told Jack she was tired from her visit to the doctor and would retire. Jack just lost his temper.
“Does your doctor have blond hair and do you meet him in front of one of the town’s well known hotels for infidelity before you have your examination?” he asked with a sarcastic tone.
“I don’t know what you mean Jack. You know who my doctor is and he does not have blond hair. He has almost no hair and I certainly would not meet him at a hotel. And now if you would excuse me I am going to bed.”
“Hilda, I followed you yesterday and today and it seems that there was no doctor’s visit. Who is the albino you are meeting. You have a boyfriend it seems.”
“Jack I do not like being followed, but as you seem to know the truth then I will tell you. My friend is not an albino, but a young man who happens to love me. For him I am not just a young thing to show off to his business friends, but something he treasures.”
“I demand that you stop seeing him at once. I can forgive you but I am your husband and you belong to me.”
“Jack I do not belong to anyone, I belong to myself and Peter my friend realizes this. He accepts me for what I am and not just a status symbol to show off to friends; and now just leave me alone, I am tired and want to retire.”
“The lady wants to retire? If you continue this relationship I will divorce you.”
“No Jack, you will not divorce me. Think of the disgrace amongst your rich business friends and I can tell you it would cost you a lot of money to divorce me. I suggest we stay together as up to now, you do your thing and I do mine. Peter can give me a lot more in feelings than you can, for him I am not just a pretty young toy, but a person made out of flesh and blood and he loves me. He is quite happy to see me from time to time and I am sure you will invent some sort of story for your friends. Just tell them I am visiting my mother when they ask questions. They are stupid enough to believe it.”

Jack was completely destroyed by this argument with his wife. He had trusted her and even loved her in his own way, and this was the thanks. Perhaps Jack should not have expected thanks. He went to bed that evening tossing and turning but could not sleep. He now hated his wife, the humiliation he had to put up with; he saw the passionate kiss constantly before his eyes that this Peter person had given to Hilda and the way they stood in a dark alley holding each other. No, this could not be the way to be treated after all he had given Hilda. She could buy everything she wanted; he read the wishes from her lips. Perhaps Jack did not realize that by doing this he could not buy her love.

He spent a restless time that night in bed tossing and turning and then he knew what must be done. He had never felt so humiliated in his life. He Jack the factory owner being pushed over for someone called Peter with blond hair. No, if he could not possess Hilda then Peter was not going to possess her either. He left his bed and walked down the staircase to the kitchen. He was searching for something and found it at last. At five past one in the morning there was a genuine blood curdling scream which really did come from the house, from Hilda’s bedroom. It was the last noise that Hilda heard as Jack plunged a carving knife into her heart.

Writers Block Challenge #48

MULTIPLY Poetry Posse: Weekly Topic 2: Happy Times

Where is the happiness of the baby?
In the mother’s arms
I was secure and safe
protected by her charms

I grew up but not too much
to leave my nest at home
the chick still needed food
and did not want to roam

Security was everything
My mother taught me all
but the ties were no longer strong
I had to break the wall

I left my home and wandered
away to another land
everything was different
Nothing organised, nothing planned

I was still happy and was free
but needed something more
I met the answer to my search
When a man opened up the door

The days they came, the years passed on
The children arrived and grew
They were happy in their mothers arms
with all the love they knew

My happy time will never end
life has been good to me
the circle closes with all I need
I have my family tree.

MULTIPLY Creative Challenge #21: Unspoken Looks

What does Nera want to say
Perhaps just come out and play
Her eyes are pleading, begging for fun
I know what she wants, she just wants to run
For a titbit of fine feline food
She seems to be in the mood
I approach her, she moves in her silky stealth
Please throw it and watch I can catch it myself
The tit bit has changed to a mouse in the air
And Nera is happy with her capture so fair
What will she do, eat it or chase?
She knows where the fun is
There is no haste
I watch her and wait for a message, she flies
through the air but the answer it lies in her eyes

Tabby lies outstretched, she purrs with her muzzle
Now what does she want, another cat puzzle
She watches me intently with her eyes and pleads
I know this look and just what she needs
She shows her tummy, the lady is fickle
Her look is unspoken

I want a tummy tickle
She moves her paws in rhythm with the strokes
she shows contentment, the feeling she soaks
and now her head she lifts a little
because it is time time for a raised chin tickle
Yes the cats they have no need to speak
Their looks are unspoken you just have to seek

The smallest of all is Fluffy and blind
He cannot ask with his eyes,
and only his mind
He knows what he wants, he drifts away
He lays on the chair and is there to stay
Searching Nirvana is his one and only game
He buries his head and paws all the same
The rhythm is in time with his thoughts so sublime
he knows where he is, is no longer mine
Possessed by a feline longing to go
to a land far away and he purrs so low
he is happy, content, away from the world
in his own feline place on the chair he is curled
He cannot see, he feels the word
he purrs in his silence, but he still can be heard