Home again! Back from my weekend visit to the Netherlands and my dear friends J & J. I have seen windmills (from the bus/train, that still counts!). I have eaten unholy amounts of stroopwafels. I have been to Efteling and conquered my fear of rollercoasters. I have made friends with a funny cat named Bob, a cute kitten named Missy, and a sweet little dog named… Putzi? I think that’s how it’s spelled, yes.
I can also proudly say I have experienced Dutch summer weather with pressing heat and lots of rain. And! I was going to experience a Sex Museum, but… I got sick. So I ended up spending the last day in bed, coughing and sniveling. Ouff. Oh well, the Sex museum will have to wait until next time.
So, I am back!
“What is that? A cat?”
It was a cat, it had to be, but also it was not. A black long-haired creature with blue eyes. Those eyes… They shifted, changed size and form. A deep deep blue, glittering like a starry night, pulsated at its chest.
“What shall we call it?”
Kosmos, we decided to call it Kosmos.
At New Years a very happy Caspar got some raw tenderloin. Delicious, he said. Absolutely delicious.
Every breath lets me sink,
deeper into relaxation.
Deeper into myself.
Deeper into the Earth.
Every breath lets —
SNIFF SNIFF PURRRRRRRRRR.
I tease my eyes open just a bit and come face to face with Caspar’s fluff and glimmering eyes. Hrgnhg.
Caspar licks my nose, it tickles.
Caspar bites my nose, eeeeeii!
I wrestle the furry monster down to lay by my side instead.
Starting over, eyes closed.
Stretching and reaching, Caspar paws at my nose.
He likes my nose.
A cat’s claw tickles my ear. Then my lip.
Then back to my nose.
Gods damnit, this isn’t working.
I give up on meditating and cuddle the cat instead.
The wayward furball turned up safe and sound, a few more hours and he’ll be home too. Such a relief! Freya, if you had anything to do with this, THANK YOU!
I very rarely ask something directly of the Gods when I bring offerings. Tonight I will though. One of our cats is missing since a couple of days and I am hellishly scared of never seeing him again. He didn’t run away here on his home turf, but way up in another city while we were visiting family. Sure he has been there before and hopefully knows his way around by now but… GAH! By morning he’ll have been gone three days and I am worried sick! So tonight my offering is to Freya, as I ask her for help in bringing him home. Preferably before I tear my hair out in nervousness. Pretty please?