The life has left,
left to sleep.
The land begins to become bitter with cold.
On this day a blanket of white shall fall from the sky.
So let it,
let it put the earth to sleep.
Let the earth deeply sleep,
for the forth coming renewal of life.
The cloak is seen as death.
Let the solstice become one of life.
This is a time,
a time of darkness.
Let the cloak heal all of humanity.
Let the cloak protect us from ourselves.
The spell is cast!
Forever the light,
with hope will shine.
By: Matthew P. Stein – 1996
Math is doing well. Lora is doing better. Math is working hard. Lora is looking. Both seem to love each other as much as they love us. We get food and water. Lots of ear scratching. The clutter is leaving for other places and spaces. Leaving room for love and good luck to fill this hearth and home. Sending all of you love and fuzzies.
Although he does need further feline domestic living training, he has an unacceptable habit of scaring the catnip out of me during the nighttime hours by petting or scratching me while I am lurking in the dark or sleeping on the uppermost perches without any difficulty. I have tried fluffing my fur at him and even lowered myself to hissing once. He has a strange immunity to my laser like glare. I have tried to explain this to the female human, but after years of linguistic lessons, she still does not understand basic Meow. I am currently using a suggestion from Feline to Human Social Sensitivity Training Manual and implementing the following tacks: