When cats stare what are they seeing? Why do they look at things that don’t seem to exist. I see him pouncing on things but they are not visible to me. A great big purr/miaow yowl… then a rush and land crash onto a chair or leap over a bag or some books.
Seeing the unseen.. A sixth sense? No smell, nothing to feel, no image. I look in the same direction, nothing.
Can cats see into the past or future? Can they see ghosts? He never hisses and his tail does not thrash from side to side. The look is curious, open eyed. Querying the validity of what he sees.
There is a Shakespeare quote from Hamlet, something along the lines of “there are more things on heaven and that are dreamt of in my philosophy Horatio”
Maybe cats can see through our universe. Maybe they can see into the next….
I want to be in my bed
Sleeping, snoozing, snoring, napping.
Dozing, having 40 winks
Getting some shut eye
Sleeping under the duvet….
Warm, snuggled, wrapped in feather down
Hushed, soft, moonlit,
Hidden in the dark,
Eyes closed but seeing the stars.
Waves of colour.
Dreaming of galaxies and sun’s,
Nebulae encompassing infinity,
Then shrink down, back to the room,
And sleep.. …
￼Wake up, smile at the sun,
that was a dream, move on.
These few words came to me after speaking to my partner about some particularly bad nightmares he’s been having. He agrees that this is a good thought.
What is sleep, this spider web of thought,
Old choices or soft places? Violence or love?
Never forget your dream until its over then it’s gone.
Reality is there . Belief in normality that is surreal.
Fire and ice, pain and grace.
How we dream of troubles,of happiness of joy of hate.
Integrating thoughts or losing the agony of pain.
Value sleep it is an escape into dreams.