Our tortie kitten has some perceptual misconceptions regarding mirrors. She is a determined little thing who loves to be with us, and who, if separated from us by a door or window, paws rapidly on whatever is in her way as though to scratch through it to get to us. Sometimes we even open the barrier to let her through. She does the same to mirrors, as though there is a room just beyond her reach. I notice this the most in the bathroom. She sits on the counter and paws and paws.
I suppose it is an easy mistake to make, since a mirror and window glass feel the same on her paws, and she can see things beyond both.
When have you wanted to be somewhere you couldn’t get to?
I can’t resist this one:
The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore:
When you let him in, then he wants to be out;
He’s always on the wrong side of every door,
And as soon as he’s at home, then he’d like to get about.
He likes to lie in the bureau drawer,
But he makes such a fuss if he can’t get out.
That’s an excerpt from a poem by T.S. Eliot
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One of my favorite songs from the Cats musical. I’ll be singing this all day, Steve. 🙂
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Rise and Shine Baboons,
The room is always shinier on the other side of the glass. I spent most of my early years—from ages 5-20 wanting to be elsewhere—I wanted to be a different person in a different family in a different town in a different life. Finally, I arrange to borrow my uncle’s truck and left for Iowa State University where I lived in the dorm and had the life I wanted. It was really rather wonderful.
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Which dorm were you in, Jacque (I was in Barton, then Maple).
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Third floor of Elm. The next room was Oak. Loved it
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They put the homesick students in Pine.
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Finns were n Birch.
Religious zealots in Locust.
Veterinary students in Pawpaw.
Ag students in Cedar.
Trump supporters in Poison Sumac.
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Also the dead students.
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In Pine, that is…
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Failing students in the Stump.
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Literature majors in Hawthorn
Computer students in Hackberry
Law students in Slippery Elm
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Difficult students in Crabapple…
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I was going to put the IT Dept. there
ROTC in Olive
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I spent a good share of my second and last year in Brooklyn, NY, wishing I was anywhere but there, but I didn’t let myself be conscious about it until undergoing some therapy. Took me about 6 months to let myself consider leaving a situation with no happy ending.
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I spent 2 years in Milwaukee, every minute of which was waiting to be gone from there.
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I would rather be in Saint Paul than this smallish town in Michigan, something that is easier to say in June than it would be half a year from now. I sure miss the Twin Cities and Minnesota in general. It would be a bit of heaven to experience my old cabin again. I never forget that, wherever I am, I have pretty much the same limitations and pains and health niggles. Nowhere would I be free of all that. But I have fond memories of where I used to be.
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I am on the way to Rochester and wish the way wasn’t so long.
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I take it you’re driving, Renee?
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Yep. It is about 8 hours
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Did you remember to bring your bell?
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I am considered an orphan ringer, since only a few of our members are attending. I have been assigned to a bell choir from Baldwin, WI, in which I will play 4 bells and several chimes.
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Not being an actual member of the Baldwin choir, are you considered a ringer ringer?
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Hi Reneeinnd—
It’s Rochesterfest this week. Meaning a food alley down at Soldiers Field Park. And the ‘Big Parade’ Saturday afternoon.
Hope you’re not stuck in that anywhere.
I’ll email you my cell number.
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OT: Apparently it’s not only the summer solstice, but also Yoga Day – nice photo at https://www.bing.com/
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Wanting to be somewhere you’re not. Not wanting to be where you are. Isn’t that the basis for at least half of all the country western songs ever written? Especially the ones written by cats…
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A poignant moment is when Anne Shirley before she was taken at Green Gables was her imaginary friend to whom she talked and called Katie Maurice, her reflection in the one unbroken glass in a bookcase.
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Someone should put up Groucho and Harpo as mirror images of each other.
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Excellent – I’ll bet you’re thinking of this one, Harpo and Lucy:
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No is, not. They are imitating Groucho and Harpo doing it. So much better than this.
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Ah, thanks for the info. Will look for it.
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Might this be it?
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I have mixed emotions on today’s topic as I do on life
As much as I try to savor the moment I am often times working so hard to get to where I’m trying to get to that I’m feeling stressed about trying to get to the other side of the looking glass
I have dreams and ambitions and goals that make my life interesting and drive me forward on a daily basis and when I hit them fulfillment is glorious
I have been coached to make small incremental goals which I do and which I am successful app but they are always stepping stones to the great vision in the sky that drives me forward and also keeps me from feeling like I have reached a successful handoff
I have been coached to make small incremental goals which I do and which I am successful at but they are always steppingstones to the great vision in the sky that drives me forward and also keep me from feeling like I have reached a successful handle
Thank you for the therapy session this morning Renee
onward and up word
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I’d like to reach a point where I could retire with some level of financial security. There’s a window I keep pawing at impatiently and fruitlessly.
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At the moment I feel trapped. I don’t particularly enjoy being in the US right now, but where would I rather be? Honestly, I don’t know. Maybe I should get myself one of those jackets that declares that “I really don’t care, do U”?
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Can you imagine any situation—not just this one but any the FLOTUS would participate in—where that jacket would be acceptable? Even if you weren’t the FLOTUS, that would be a tasteless choice.
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I agree, Bill. Can’t think of what the hell would motive anyone, let alone FLOTUS, to acquire that piece of clothing. Mindless, thoughtless, and tasteless, not to mention offensive.
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I can imagine only two explanations. Either the choice of apparel was unconscious and Melania has shown us she has the mentality, self-awareness and compassion of a twelve-year-old, or the choice was deliberate, a dog whistle to the base and a provocation to criticism, in which the Trumpians will manage to see Melania, and themselves, as victims of political correctness.
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