Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Most of this blog has been written by me while my cat dozed on my shoulders. She drapes herself across the back of my neck, head always on the right side and buries her nose in the crook of my elbow. Since we've both gotten older, she enjoys putting her hip right at the base of my neck and I lean back into the warmth-feels good on her hips, feels great on my neck.
Pasht is an alternate name for the Goddess Bastet; I didn't want people to call her Bastard. She's one of those animals I plucked from a bad situation, not intending to keep. I sometimes forget how beautiful she is because I'm so taken by how much I love her.