One Sunday afternoon I got a strong smell that permeated the thick baking summer air. At first I just thought it was cat food.
Looking in the green, oozy pond I noticed that black fish lay turning-silver-side- up. It was sad.
I often enjoy watching animals eat. There is just something about it. There contentment with food. The fact that it comes from you makes them all flustered inside. It's enjoyable. I used to watch Mowglee, the strange, the black, amongst gold, frog-eyed fish with fins that looked like fabric wrapping around the contours of moving air. The dancing delicate delight had been crawling through oozing grind, hiding under shady spots because the sun was speaking volumes of fire in the water.
Fish are delicate to their environment. I had asked Mr Bo' Rai Cho to clean the pond because I do not know how to and didn't want to hurt them. I'm not even sure if he has been feeding them properly. I sometimes feed them and love watching them all surface to peck at the flaky bits and they swim around doing an almost rain-dance as the fish food falls from the heavens. Now the fish lay still. It's black scales turning silver. Looking at it, I could feel the life-form i once saw was now an empty shell. The light was gone.
I got this lecture from Mr Bo' Rai Cho that I was not to feed his cat. He then met Mr Bear an hadn't been at home for a whole week. In that time there was no one else but me to feed Coraline's-Cat. So Coraline's-Cat has become attached to me. I play with him and feed him and talk to him. It's amazing!!! The feeling of an animals love is spectacular. He meets me most nights at the gate and walks me in. I usually have a beverage and take a seat and Coraline's-Cat usually jumps up and does his massage paw technique that i have discovered cats do when they are happy. He then lays on my lap and sleeps for awhile. One night he woke up and started licking my arms. Like cats do when they clean themselves. As grotesque as that sounds it was actually magical. The love from animals is a light that is as bright as the sun.
Coraline's-Cat has the flu for weeks now and he's starting to puke. He is also getting quite thin and often looks at the door of the room in which Mr Bo' Rai Cho sleeps waiting for him to come home. I feel bad. The poor cat needs him and needs his love, the love from the one who took care of him when he was a little kitten.
So I have decided to start taking things into my own hands instead of complaining about it. Cleaned the pond and dusted Coraline's Cat with flea powder etc etc
It is actually a cool experience so I'm grateful to Mr Bo' Rai Cho for giving me this opportunity and I understand that he still has a lot of soul searching to do...in the meantime I have these beautiful pets to admire and take care off :) My little adorable monsters!
