Sita is always right there at my door as it opens in the morning. She has her routine…greet me with a full-body rub against my legs and then a purposeful jaunt to the kitchen…breakfast time! I’m always happy to see her…and offer her a few loving words and a scratch on her bunny-soft, tabby head.
Sita in her catnip "patch"
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Posted by Bodhirose on February 3, 2012
Tabby cat on my lap
My dear friend
Curled up tight
Eyes squinting shut
I admire your beauty
Your shades of plenty
Running my fingers
Down your back
Soft down fur
Like velvet silk
Parting some along the way
Hues of colors not seen until
Some of russet like burnished gold
Black mixed in with tan and white
A nap of gray next to your skin
Tones so subtle
Tints just right
Stripes and patterns
I had not noticed
Taking the time
Sitting with you
I admire your beauty
And tell you so
As I speak with whispered words
You raise your head
Looking back at me
And answer with a thanking “chirrup”
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Posted by Bodhirose on July 7, 2011
Sita in her catnip patch
Nothing distracts me
Eyes straight ahead
Suddenly my vision
Catches a motion
And I hear a tiny meow
Sita’s paw is patting my arm
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Posted by Bodhirose on June 12, 2011
Sita’s sleeping once again,
this time in my just-dried laundry.
She’s in a snugly tucked-in shape.
It’s her favorite place to nap next only to a sunbeam patch.
My Sunday 160.
Posted by Bodhirose on December 19, 2010
Here are photos of my cat, Sita. She is 13 years old now and in excellent health. My daughter adopted her when she was an infant kitty. She was very happy living with us in a small apartment that had an enclosed courtyard around it. We would let her out to play in the courtyard where she would occasionally capture a lizard that was one of her favorite tasty morsels. If we ever happened to glance out there and see her with the tell-tale “grimace” that alerted us to the fact that she had captured one in her mouth, we would run out there and make her let it go. She hated that and would run from us. We couldn’t bear the fact that she was killing the lizards–she could care less. After all she’s a cat–what were we thinking?!
My daughter made the huge mistake of thinking Sita needed a playmate and adopted a male kitten she named Rumi, after the Sufi poet. Sita thought this was a horrible idea and never would warm up to her new “brother”. It was a disaster. Sita had to deal with him in “her space” for several years before my daughter moved away and decided that to take two cats who hated each other would not be the greatest idea. So we gladly took her in and she has been happily living with Tom and me for several years now. She is so much happier being an “only kitty”!
She’s very affectionate and loves to get into my lap for a snooze or a cuddle. Her “Dad” gives her a good brushing everyday which she loves. And will wait patiently for him outside his bathroom door to finish with his shower in the mornings for him to administer the anticipated brushing.
She has a little stool that she gets on throughout the day and night to check out the front of the house. Usually that’s where she’ll spot an intruding cat and if they approach too closely to her window seat–all hell will break loose with full-fledged puffed up, bristled fur, accompanied by loud caterwauling! Thank you, Sita, for alarming the household of the danger lurking outside!
She has a “paper patch” and a catnip patch that she loves to roll around in and play. The paper patch consists of discarded, multi-colored tissue paper (the kind that comes in a gift package). She loves to lie in it and pretend there are “things” hiding within its “crinkly” crevices and attack them. She is very good at “disemboweling” these imagined tissue critters. Her catnip patch is right next to her paper patch. This is where she will receive her pinch of “nip” and scratch at it vigorously before flipping on her back while she then lazily lolls in her “purple haze” of bliss.
Posted by Bodhirose on September 8, 2010