Nirvana is that place where kittens and cats are the center of the world and rock stars play with them and shows them photographs and gives them tiny little pet humans and are pen pals with with poets who write about them.
Happy Birthday Françoise Sagan.
We hope there are lots and lots of feline friends where you are.
* 21 June 1935
† 24 September 2004
We know he wrote the story about a cat who lived with a girl – Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Here he are with some of his muses.
The Cats of Mirikitani is A story that is an intimate exploration of the lingering wounds of war and the healing power of art. A heart-warming affirmation of humanity that will appeal to all lovers of peace, art, and cats.
“I sometimes longed for someone who, like me, had not adjusted perfectly with his age, and such a person was hard to find; but I soon discovered cats, in which I could imagine a condition like mine, and books, where I found it quite often.”
Cultural cat could’t agree more.
I know. I know.
They are limited, have different
needs and concerns.
But I watch and learn from them.
I like the little they know,
which is so much.
They complain but never worry,
they walk with a surprising dignity.
They sleep with a direct simplicity that
humans just can’t understand.
Their eyes are more beautiful than our eyes.
And they can sleep 20 hours a day without
hesitation or remorse.
When I am feeling low all I have to do is
watch my cats and my courage returns.
I study these creatures.
They are my teachers.
Percy Bysshe Shelley’s oldest know poem is about cats. When he couldn’t find inspiration to write another poem about cats he drowned himself and was cremated on the beach. At least that is how we interpret it.
Verses On A Cat
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
A cat in distress,
Nothing more, nor less;
Good folks, I must faithfully tell ye,
As I am a sinner,
It waits for some dinner
To stuff out its own little belly.
You would not easily guess
All the modes of distress
Which torture the tenants of earth;
And the various evils,
Which like so many devils,
Attend the poor souls from their birth.
Some a living require,
And others desire
An old fellow out of the way;
And which is the best
I leave to be guessed,
For I cannot pretend to say.
One wants society,
Others a tranquil life;
Some want food,
Others, as good,
Only want a wife.
But this poor little cat
Only wanted a rat,
To stuff out its own little maw;
And it were as good
Some people had such food,
To make them hold their jaw!