Snapshot Saturday: Callie

I usually take photos of my cat with my phone, but I decided to use my Canon for this one. It turned out great. You can feel the contempt in her eyes as she glares at something she feels has offended her. To be honest, that’s just her face. I was also pleased with how well this turned out in a low light setting. Because of the uncertainty of a cat’s movements, I had to act fast with this shot. There were a couple others that didn’t turn out well. Perhaps one day I’ll have an official photo shoot with my grumpy old cat lady.

Callie. Nov 2019. f/5. 1/200. 41mm.

Callie is a rescue. I adopted her on February 10, 2018. She’s a senior cat. She sleeps a lot and doesn’t play much. This is good for me. All she wants to do is sleep on my lap or chest. That’s our bonding time. And we have disagreements about how much food in the bowl is considered “enough.” She sleeps in the sun and doesn’t eat the house plants. She’d be the perfect roommate if she paid part of the rent.

Caturday Poetry: Under the Cat's Eye Moon

The heart within my heart (Trapped within my
thoughts) Beats for you (Fantasies unfulfilled)
Even if yours does not (Obstacles
plentiful) Under the cat’s eye moon (As
many as stars above) I dream of
what was not (Nightmares relived daily) A
reverie of peace

(Healing takes time) Lighting up my eyes (Time
feels never ending) I can’t stop the 
smile you generate (The past directs
the present) A world without you
unimagined (And I’ve nowhere to run)
I destroy the thought before it comes (Stuck
in the circular dreamscape)

This beating heart of mine (Love is a 
fickle thing) Often falls for what can’t be
had (Fantasies unfulfilled)

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Caturday Poetry: Cats, Coffee, Catharsis

Every year I think
It will be different
I say this year
Will be the greatest
Of them all
I’m always disappointed

I see people
Go out with 
Half a dozen friends
In celebration
If I plan something
No one comes

I watch as other people
Plan surprises for 
Others they dislike
I don’t want surprises
But it would be nice
To see the same effort

Even when I ask
To be alone
I don’t get to be
Alone or anything else
I don’t feel
Important to anyone

I’m important 
To my cat
I know she
Cares for me
Or is it only because
I bring her food

I enjoy my coffee
Be it addiction
Or the heat in my body
It always brings
Some comfort
Something familiar

I can’t float through
Life alone
But I can’t find companionship
I find no answers
To break away from 
The darkness and pain

Something unresolved
Blocks my growth
I can’t connect with others
Until I face that demon
The demon won’t come out
It feeds off my fears and depression

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.