How do you spell bliss?  You probably spell it with the following letters…b,l,i,s and s.  Not me Sistah! (or Brothah)  I spell bliss with C an A and a T!   (no wonder everyone beats me at Scrabble)   If you want to get mathematical about it lets say: If A=B and B=A  then A and B are congruent.  Okay…now…plug in  (Bliss) for the letter A and (Cat) for the letter B and you get:  If Bliss=Cat and Cat=Bliss then Bliss and Cat are congruent! (Which means they are identical in form) (HA…see…I told ya!)    

If I could choose any avatar to represent me and my personality it would have to be something with the form of a feline.  I’ve always felt this way for as long as I can remember.  If my diminishing mind  serves me correct my first love affair with these creatures began at an early age of five with a kitten I nick-named, Fluffy.  You may remember my previous blog, “You Have To Give It Away”  written on June 5th of this year.  In it I tell the story of this beloved kitten who captured my heart with only a twitch of her whiskers.   Fluffy, definitely a member of a motley crew with her flea-bitten coat and crusty eyes, taught me an important truth about love:  Love should never be controlling.  You see, the funny thing about this amazing emotion is  when you try to hold it, it flees; but when you let it go, chances are, it will stay and bloom forever.

Each one of my previous felines have taught me similar lessons and have touched me in their own unique way.

Besides Fluffy, there was Puss, the Siamese, who’s greatest lesson was:  It’s best not to piss off a cat or they will deposit said liquid inside your favorite pair of running shoes!  Oh, and I could never forget, Sunny Boy, who warmed my heart with rays of sunshine…thus his name.  And Dr Jones, Jonesie for short.  He was a kitty chameleon and a comedian who not only enjoyed sticking out his tongue but also enjoyed a good wrestle with clean laundry, preferably in the form of underwear.

Today the two pussies who share  my life are Morris, the lover, and Luna, the Queen. (and…yes…that is Queen with a capitol Q…of that she insists!)

 Morris is a ginger boy, who spends his days dreaming and deep in thought.  Luna, still a young kitty, enjoys climbing Christmas trees, cuddling her toys or catching the suds from her pink bottle of bubbles.

Well,  you must think me well on my way to becoming that crazy cat lady everyone warned you about.  Yes…it probably is in the cards…

oh well, I can’t think of a more blissful way than spending my last days lunacy in the company of cats!