30 Perfect Minutes.....
I had 30 perfect minutes today.
I had a lot of other minutes that were Very Good, to be sure. That first sip of tea in the morning, a Baby Blizzard that was wondrous in it's beauty (until I had to go out, them it was wondrous in it's treacherous driving conditions.), got lots of work done with the two person-dog-wrangling approach, had several long talks with Canada, and I can really, really see light at the end of Tube Tunnel.
I listened to great music, split a steak with Cabel, watched King Lear the Huge rip a Feather-stick (and nearly my hand) in two. I pet Queen Mab, and Venus and Mim went a long ways towards forgiving me this long Dog-related absence. Chatted me some EG chats with other EG friends from around the country, who responded to a letter I wrote the Foundation user-group (another post to be sure). Talked some with Fiends and found a long lost friend from the far past.
All good minutes.
But I got 30 perfect, complete moments, the kind where you know it simply doesn't GET any better. With Magic.
He came right out, and we started playing. I lie on the still not-peed-on futon. And twice he came up with me. He noticed that Venus and Mim play Claws Under The Door, and he Watched. He Watched, looked at me, and Mewed the Question Mew. He trilled at me. He washed his face with his paw, and hung out, and when I had the audacity to check my inbox on Blackberry for too long he Mewed the HEY! mew.
He climbed his cat tree. He batted his ping pong ball filled water dish, he went in and out of the cave. He got very close and I showed him my fingers, and he hissed, but in sort of a habit way, and didn't Cave.
I can't explain what it is like to watch a Creature who has never known love, or anything but fear, start to trust, and love, and watch their eyes fill with wonder.
I love getting to know him. And communicate with him. We played with a couple different mousies, and feathers off a stick, and if he still is wary about getting too close, he no longer worries something bad will happen when I am in the room, but rather something good.
Magic is the one no one wanted, or could take, that the shelter refused, and who had three different homes in under two years, as people realized "HEY! This is like, a half Leopard!!!! I have no clue what I am doing, why doesn't he act like a CAT???"
Another rant for another time.
Tonight I am just happy. I had 30 perfect minutes.
Felt like 5.
Love and Magic,