Claude's Software of the Soul
Claude's coat, all black and snow white, reminds me of a Holstein cow's patterning: unmistakable but difficult to recall, and seeming to shapeshift.
As these events began fifteen months ago, he was small enough to curl
into a large coffee mug. And now, he's a heavyweight, lovable, 13 pound lug with a ton of heart still wrap't in Holstein snow ocean with jet black continents.
As a kitten Claude frolicked
and wrestled
with abandon
together with his sibling,
Camille. They joined our family
in November, 2013. The emotional time clock was re-set.
And apart from this fun,
alone at 15 years of age,
our senior cat, Basil, was well into patrician, Maine Coon loftiness. Basil slept in his furnace room bed, still connected to us, but doing little. The long since tenured Basil
was not amused by the new energy. And he failed all efforts at feigned invisibility.
On the other hand,
Claude sought Basil
with gestures of love,
such,
that his intentions
penetrated
Basil's force field
poco a poco.
Claude
would lay himself tummy up,
within whispering distance
of a clearly annoyed great one.
Claude,
setting himself, again tummy up,
would strategically position himself in a hallway
such
that he seem'd to be saying
"this is Claude's Corner,
please pay the toll,
or I'll kiss you."
A year has passed.
Basil has been transformed
from lonely curmudgeon
into a new spirit that allows
and supports his duly earned,
age appropriate dignity.
Neither cat has lost anything.
So, my question is: how did
young Claude know all this?
He seem'd pre-packaged with, well, healing wisdom.
Aren't we all created,
hardwired
for love?
