Obelisks and pyramids

When we once in a blue moon have a visitor to this cat blog the visitor is represented graphically on a special stats display curtsy of Blogger, from the house of Brin and Page (first dynasty of Google). Sometimes the graph looks like a snub-nosed pyramid and sometimes like a pyramid still intact. From time to time the graph peaks like an obelisk or like an array of obelisks for no apparent reason. In case the obelisks are standing shoulder to shoulder on the display they create a kind a primitive pylon. A lot of freaks and Pharaohs enter the gate of the pylon when nobody is around watching. The wind also comes through and the desert sand. Lethe, the goddess of oblivion is doing her thing bit by bit and Bastet the cat goddess seems powerless to prevent it. What a dismal state of affairs!

Being and time

Whenever Wimbelina settles on my lap, she's settling there for good. To the uninitiated onlooker it may appear as if she only stays on it for a wee while, while the truth of the matter is, she never leaves it. Not if she can help it, that is.
In her own green green eyes, there are at most minor interruptions, some inconsequential matters on her to-do list to sort out and be done with ASAP before getting down to real business. That's when she'll settle and camp on and colonize my lap, tail, teeth and talons.
So sure is she of her vocation in life, that she'll react vehemently against any change to status quo. And so I can forget all about moving my limbs or stirring a muscle while she lounges on me, even at the peril of a blood cloth in my veins.
Should you thus find me someday right here, strapped to the same seat of torture, cramped in the same catatonic posture, you can guess the reason why.
The same way a thousand years are but a flickering moment to God, so are all unlapped moments to Wimbelina. They simply don't amount to anything much.BEING equals being on my lap. And having the good times while having them.