Feline Repose

(Photograph copyright 2010 by Dan Routh)

Strutting down his wooden catwalk,
Whiskers poised, he purrs and stalks
Mice below the mill worn bedrocks,
But first he stops to strike a pose.

Yes, he knows that we can see him.
We are guests within his kingdom.
Nothing stays unless he lets them
(He even chases off the crows).

After noon he’ll find a shadow
Chase it as he fights a battle
Under brush, through herds of cattle,
Until he stops to then repose.

(Poetry copyright 2010 by Devin Routh)

The Lord Works in Mysterious Ways, Especially With Cats


Last week our 16 year old cat Boots laid down on his favorite bench and went to sleep. My wife found him the next morning; he never woke up. We were devastated although thankful that he went that peacefully. Then the very next day, what appears on our back porch, but a little female kitten, full of energy and wanting to be rubbed and loved. She was obviously dumped by someone. We live out in a very rural area of Randolph County, North Carolina and we aren’t near enough to anywhere from which she could have wandered. And, she was probably raised around someone who petted her, she is entirely tame, very much so. A terrible thing for someone to do and usually tragic for the animal, because most dumped pets end up starving or hit by vehicles. This time, I guess the little girl is lucky. My wife calls her Precious.


UPDATE: A couple of days after Precious showed up, enter Spook.


And I don’t even want to talk about Dewey.

(photographs copyright 2009 by Dan Routh)

Figs


The figs are starting to ripen on the south side of one of our barns. Succulent golden fruits that make wonderful preserves but are even better eaten fresh from the tree (or bush as it were). I picked a bowl for my wife the other day, and as as oft happens on our farm, I had help, this time from one of our farm cats, Tiger.

(photographs copyright 2009 by Dan Routh)

(Posted from Hanover, New Hampshire after a 20 hour train journey. More to come on that next week.)