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a place for Zoe

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I’ve heard the theory that the Internet is 90% occupied by cats. I have spent a fair share of my time watching feline antics on stairways, kittens tumbling from chairs and cats sneaking up on cameras.

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The cat I spend most time with is Zoe. She is a small cat, about eight years old (whoops, my niece says Zoe is twelve)! She tries so hard to communicate and can usually make herself understood via telepathy. She sits and stares at me and I go through the list. Food? No. Water? No. Ice cubes? Yes.

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Zoe checks in with me at intervals through the day. She greets me and listens to the morning bird chorus with me. She runs in front of me to her bowls and waits while I feed her. When I am typing at the computer, she hops up and tries to help. Later, when I watch TV, she snoozes on my lap for a few minutes. She usually appears later to race through the house from corner to corner.

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Nothing special about this particular cat post. But I wish I had Zoe’s nonchalance, her utter calm, her faith that all will be well.

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Copyright Jane Tims 2016

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June 22, 2016 at 7:00 am

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string for Zoë

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Our cat Zoë’s niche includes a ‘string’. 

I often say our Zoë is ‘telepathetic‘.  She will sit and stare me down until I understand what she wants.  Sometimes she wants food.  Sometimes she wants fresh water, or an ice cube (yes, an ice cube).  Sometimes she wants to play, with her string.  Her trust that we will figure out what she wants is pitiful.

The string is not a special toy.  Any long thin peice of string will do.  A shoelace or a length of thread are all the same to Zoë.

Zoë can be an acrobat when her string is part of the action.  She will stalk the string and pounce on it.  She will walk upright on her back legs to reach it.  Sometimes she just wants to look at it.

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telepathetic

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Zoë thinks she is telepathic

sits intently, stares at me

narrow pupils on pale green eyes

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I run the list

water, cat food, litter

such simple needs

but no thought resonates

with telepathic tremble

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string

the word vibrates

as if plucked on a guitar

Zoë blinks her eyes

looks over her shoulder, utter longing

ten inch shoelace, knot at one end

pathetic on the hearth

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black pupils open round

frank pathway to brain

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© Jane Tims  2010

© Jane Tims 2011

Written by jane tims

December 9, 2011 at 6:32 am

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through Zoë’s eyes

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Each space is unique to its occupier.  For example, two people will experience a space quite differently.  How they perceive a space depends on their mood, their individual preferences for certain tastes, smells, and colours, and their background and memories.

Animals perceive spaces very differently from humans.  Their eyes and ears are tuned to a broader spectrum of colour and a different range of sound frequencies.

Zoë watches the air above her

My cat Zoë sees the world very differently from me.  Her perceptions are much keener.  At times, she will pay sudden and rapt attention to the empty space above her.  I puzzle for a moment, look a little harder, and there it is … a tiny moth I would never have seen if Zoë had not pointed the way.

If you have a pet, are you amazed at how differently they experience their space?

Zoe watches the birds in the feeders

 

Stalking the Wind

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the cat crouches 

on the window sill

puzzles out the night

considers fireflies and the moon

explores the June bug

on the other side

of the screen

pats at a maple key

wandering on the wind

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when the door cracks open

she is ready

she slips between my feet

into the yard

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and waits

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all around her

            the crickets

            the tickle of grass

            the scent of other cats

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no moment     to gather herself

and run

scooped

into the arms of her keeper

scolded inside

dour at the window

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next time

she will not pause

bewildered

she will leap and run

kin with the fireflies

pursuit of the wind

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Published as: ‘Stalking the Wind’, Spring 1995, Green’s Magazine XXIV (1)

 © Jane Tims

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August 16, 2011 at 6:34 am

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