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| 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.
Geranium 'Rozanne'& Feline Philosophy
An ode to a cat - Pablo Neruda
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.
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| Plata |
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.
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| Rosemary & Niña 5 December 2020 ( 4 days before Rosemary died) |
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| Florence 2019 |
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| Rebecca at the Buenos Aires Botanical Garden |
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| Our cat Gaticuchi |
