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the magical cat
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 Created on 7-30-07
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I have a very special cat, his name is Rumi, after the Persian mystic poet, Mevlana Jelalludin Rumi. Well, Rumi didn't last long as a name for him. He is so huge and round and delicious and sleepy and even somewhat anti-social at times, and over time we just started calling him Rumi -Bumi - Boomster- Boomer. And so, Boomer it is. Another pseudonym we often use is Lord Handsome Hunk O'Fur. For indeed, he is.
Though he is special in oh-so many ways, I want to tell you about his magical belly. He is all silver tabby on top, you know, his back and head, ears, and he has a very distinctive raccoon striped tail. Yet underneath, on his softest of bellies, he is all pale golden cream. Oh my, it is delectable. When he sleeps (which is a lot!) if you're really quiet and move verrrrry slowly as not to alarm him, you can sneak up on him and nuzzle that belly with your nose deep in his golden fur. And if that is not magical enough . . . take a whiff! Oh me, oh my . . . it is quite unbelievable if it were not absolutely T R U E ! His belly smells like all sorts of magic.
Once, it smelled just like birthday cake and ice cream, I kid you not. I looked at him and asked, how can that be? He just returned his inscrutable owl-eyed stare, as if to say, in a few hundred years I might "get it."
Once, when my daughter and I were planning on bathing our two love cats, we once again took a sniff, and --believe it or not -- his belly smelled just like freshly scented shampoo! We laughed and laughed and laughed. You see, he hadn't had a bath in several months. So how could that possibly be. Yes, the bath was delayed. Hmmmm. . .
Today, while taking a huge allergic sniff-ful of Boomer's belly, another surprise occurred. This time, I kid you not, his belly smelled just like a cedar chest full of old quilts and blankets full of long ago memories. There is no cedar chest in my house, not even mothballs. I scratched my head, and he continued his beauty sleep. This time, I felt inspired to write about this magic.
Now, both of my cats, spoiled, pampered, incredibly and incomparably adorable, are indoor cats. They don't traipse through the lavender, mint and sage in my garden and thus collect a diversity of smells, They are in the house, all the time, though they get plenty of fresh air through the screen windows and doors. Yes, I burn a bit of incense, but that is not the belly-smell.
I have a new theory. What if Boomer's dreams seep out of his belly? And the magical scents are the stuff of his dreams?
Well, do you have any better ideas?
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| On July 30th 2007 toroc Said : | |
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aww cute XD |
| On July 30th 2007 ployploy34 Said : | |
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drag 1st the story and it will appear |
