|Niño & Niña January 6 2022|
Of late since I have returned from Buenos Aires I have been hit with a fit of depression which is all about isolation during dark, cold, rainy and snowy days. It has not helped that since I went swimming with my A5 Galaxy phone in the Claridge Hotel I have been without the ability to look up words I read in my books or the NY Times with Google. Perhaps I might have my phone back and repaired next week.
Meanwhile I find that my Niño and Niña keep me company all day. I am not sure I agree with the Argentine pope that cats and dogs go to heaven. I do not believe I will go there or the place below. I opt for my personal reality of oblivion.
Perhaps Bergoglio and I share the idea of the humanity of cats. Are they persons? Are they aware that they exist? Most of all I see them as living memories as they were both loved by my Rosemary.
It is comforting how they lie between my legs and on my chest when they can. As soon as I turn off the light at night they get very close. I can feel their body heat from below my sheets. While they are certainly not the heat of a human body and of my Rosemary there is something not palpable but that I feel that there is more to a cat than meets the eye.
I became very upset a few days ago when the very Roman Catholic son Jorge of my Argentine nephew Georgito reprimanded me for telling his five daughters that I was considering becoming a trans woman so I could be an authentic cat lady. He did not see the joke. I believe that anybody with a deep religious faith that does not include a sense of humour has to be fanatical.
I decided to Google (with this computer as I have no phone) if Christ ever laughed or smiled. If he did, there is no record in any of the gospels. But I am sure that he must have at some point.
|Rosemary & Niña 5 December 2020 ( 4 days before Rosemary died)|
|Rebecca at the Buenos Aires Botanical Garden|
|Our cat Gaticuchi|