On reflection, would a cat repent?

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Photo by my  dear sister Eileen

If only cats could talk I’d be content,
For conversation is my sanity and friend.
I’d marry one as soon as he’d consent

On reflection, would a cat repent
If he  told the police I’d killed ten hens
If only cats could talk I’d be content

Wittgenstein would never comprehend
That cats  and women spoke a common tongue
I’d marry one as soon as he’d consent

Would a cat  be master and demand
To see each bill and say I’d paid it wrong
If only cats could talk I’d be content

He could take my name without dissent
I guess he would not mind it being long
I’d marry one as soon as he’d consent

And I’d prefer his purr to any song
He could sleep  and I could make blancmange
If only cats could talk I’d be content,
I’d marry one as soon as he’d consent

 

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The small black cat is lounging on my chair

The small black cat is sitting on my chair
Two cushions warm with sun provide a nest
Its little face is happy, its plate bare.

This is easier than a love affair
This is sweet , it is a needed rest
The small black cat is sitting on my chair

I don’t think in my grief that I can bear
A man whose love might put me to the test
The cat is happy and its plate is bare.

Could I start again to cook and care
For anyone with hairs upon their chest?
The small black cat is lounging on my chair,

Yet cats can’t run their hands through my fair hair
Nor hold me in their arms when feeling blessed
The cat is happy and its plate quite bare.

And if I mention Wittgenstein’s great flair
That will be the end of the affair
The small black cat is sitting on my chair
Its little face is happy,  why want more?

 

 

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Self control

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https://thespinoff.co.nz/society/13-07-2017/why-im-not-buying-the-new-learn-self-control-mantra/

 

“But if we take a wider view we see that people exhibit extraordinary self-control in a whole range of ways in many different areas of their lives. It’s just that these different modes of self-control are not equally valued or celebrated by society. And society expects different people to exert different types of self-control. Gender is an obvious example, with women often expected to be particularly self-controlled in how they express their sexuality, how they control their weight, and how they suppress anger and assertiveness. You only need to look at media coverage of the drinking habits of young New Zealanders to see a highly gendered idea of self-control at play. Inevitably the media uses images of rowdy, out of control young women as the symbol of our youths’ “drinking problems”, even though their behaviour is similar to that of young men.

Some people perform jobs that require immense resolve and patience in handling challenging scenarios and pressures. Flight attendants, nurses, teacher aids for kids with behavioral challenges, to name a few. These professions must practice self-control, perseverance, and self-discipline in often testing situations. But they are rarely deemed worthy of an inspirational article about self-control. Watch carefully the work these people do. It’s often a masterclass in self composure and restraint.””

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So cats feel proud of their unique access

Do cats feel proud of their unique access
At any time they  need a loving touch
On the laps of humans whom these cats possess?

They may stalk off  or lingering caress
Then bite  the hand that gave to them so much
Do cats feel proud of their unique access?

When  cats are lost it gives immense distress
To owners who by loving them feel rich
Theirs the laps that these dark cats possess?

Evolution’s brought to them success
As proud, they eye the world where they insist
They are owed  their  full, unique access

In a  home, a cat will  miaow, God bless
While rubbing  on our ankles with odd nips
Asking for the laps that they possess

I have even known a cat to kiss
As if to total intimacy pushed!
So cats feel proud of their unique access
To the laps of folk whom these  brave cats possess

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The images we carry in our minds

The images we carry in our minds
Created by us in  our early years
To new realities may make us blind

For early happenings get us into a strong bind
Visual, kinesthetic, blend with care
Into the images within our adult minds

Even if our parents appear kind
Some  babies are unhappy with their fare
To new realities, they make us blind

And if I cut my cloth to my design
To change what I take in to vision fair
I fix the image in my  latent mind

But we can change with friendship and sight hind
These ancient pictures into ones with lesser glare
Then to  reality become less blind

 

From a new perspective, we compare
Our prejudice to what is present here
The images we carry in our minds
To new realities may make us blind

 

 

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Do you over-analyse your problems?

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http://www.positivityblog.com/how-to-stop-overthinking/

 

 

1. Put things into a wider perspective.

It is very easy to fall into the trap of overthinking minor things in life.

So when you are thinking and thinking about something ask yourself:

Will this matter in 5 years? Or even in 5 weeks?

I have found that widening the perspective by using this simple question can snap me quickly out of overthinking and help me to let that situation go and focus my time and energy on something that actually does matter to me.

2. Set short time-limits for decisions.

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