Changing the Palette

As we flew over mountains I had no name for, I noticed splotches of gold that were strange to me. They seemed to be randomly scattered across otherwise barren slopes. It took me a moment to realize that those vibrant patches of gold were trees, their leaves brilliant with the color of fall.
It occurred to me that such a technicolor spectacle was nature’s own splendid costuming for the season’s finale. As if to say, “You thought the green was nice, well get a load of this!”

I wish I could be like that – so unselfconscious that I would cease to clothe myself in the grays and khakis of safety and the familiar. How lovely it would be to embrace the vibrant, variegated colors that the artist Divine has chosen for my personal palette. Oh, to say to the world - unafraid of comment or consequence, "You thought the old me was good, just wait till you get a load of this!"

The Kitten Code of Conduct

(As lived by Dax & Kaboodle at 4 months of age)

I. Thou shalt purr whenever someone you love is near.

II. Thou shalt find joy in every little thing – including crumpled paper.

III. Thou shalt try to make friends with everyone you meet – even the old mean cat that hisses at you.

IV. Thou shalt appreciate every meal that is put before you.

V. Thou shalt clean up your brother when he can’t do it himself.

VI. Thou shalt take a nap when you’re tired.

VII. Thou shalt meow when you are scared or lost.

VIII. Thou shalt come running when your brother is scared.

IX. Thou shalt forget mistakes made by those you love – even when they step on your tail.

X. Thou shalt cuddle.