[Grendel; I know I’ve posted similar photos in the past, yet I find myself lost in such images; one can feel his intense focus tempered by the soft lighting; one can almost reach out and touch the patient predator as he gazes at what lies beyond; these things and more captivate me with this series of photographs showing Grendel staring out the bedroom door at a cloudy, rainy, shadowy world resting a mere breath beyond the glass]
I heard that in a movie once. Or was it “Don’t go into the light!”? I can’t remember which. . .
That’s Grendel takin’ a little siesta in the bit of sunlight we saw a few days ago. Such occasions have been rare, of course, but are increasing, so all of The Kids take advantage of every opportunity that presents itself.
Oh, and here’s a wider shot demonstrating he was indeed being a lounge lizard, a couch potato, a carpet kitty if you will. Or, in the parlance of those in the know, he was being a typical feline by locating and hogging the available warmth from sunshine.
“I urged that kings were dangerous. He said, then have cats. He was sure that a royal family of cats would answer every purpose. They would be as useful as any other royal family, they would know as much, they would have the same virtues and the same treacheries, the same disposition to get up shindies with other royal cats, they would be laughably vain and absurd and never know it, they would be wholly inexpensive, finally, they would have as sound a divine right as any other royal house. . .The worship of royalty being founded in unreason, these graceful and harmless cats would easily become as sacred as any other royalties, and indeed more so, because it would presently be noticed that they hanged nobody, beheaded nobody, imprisoned nobody, inflicted no cruelties or injustices of any sort, and so must be worthy of a deeper love and reverence than the customary human king, and would certainly get it.”
— Mark Twain
[Grendel]
[Grendel]
Of what world do you partake when outward you look? Or inward even? Or is it inwardly out or outwardly in? I feel they be equals in your eyes, halfworlds in the one case, and halfworlds in the other. For see we not all that you see.
Could I make the journey with you? I fear the road impassible for all but gods, yet still I must ask. Your beck rends from me all but good. I wish to follow.
For my own reflection seen in your eyes tells me of worlds both youngold and oldyoung. Even the universe pleads for but a moment in those places only you know. There, where shadows dance with light and stars with worlds, where galaxies take shape on your breath, where universes unfold like petals just to see you smile, there is where I want to be. Mine eyes ache of desire to consume that which you take for granted. Or perhaps you don’t.
Secrets shatter under your gaze as watchfulness and understanding intertwine to pierce the shrouds of mystery which blind all other life. But to have such vision, I fear, methinks I needs be as you, be stood upon high where other gods reach upward to touch your feet.
Already your soul guides me. Darklight by moon and lightdark by sun, and I find my way by your lamp.
Given so much already you have, I know, yet one more gift I must request: Teach these eyes to see.
[Grendel]