harry bezalel

I love things about Harry. I love that he's fluffy and warm. He can be picked up and transported to any destination, and just left there to sit willingly. He's like clay being molded. I love watching him run and play. he is like a feather floating slowly back down to earth. He is like light being captured as a streak in a photograph. He has beautiful eyes and his coat is as silky as any surface known. His paws are too big for his body - those paws with tufts of chocolate brown fur jutting out. He has yet to grow into those big paws. I love that. And on the legs that own those big paws are longer cream colored hairs just starting to grow out. I love that too. He hangs limp and accepts being twisted into a pretzel, or dangled and folded. In the morning he sails through the air and lands on my neck. Other times I wake to find a nose being burrowed into my face. I love these things about Harry.

He has a lot of toys, but his favorite toy is a ball almost as hairy as he is that he likes to stalk like prey and then parade it around the house. I love the way his head hangs low like a bloodthirsty hunter; hairy ball in mouth. Harry is like a confection on a dessert tray, you know the kind you see carted around in expensive restaurants - there are so many flavors and textures and varieties of different creme and chocolate desserts sitting on that 6 month old kitten. I love that his body weight has already increased from air to 20% of a total. Soon that 20% will be 50%, and soon that 50% will be a part of 100%; Death by Chocolate. Harry is a dessert and I want to eat him whole.

I love that Harry blends in with every human being he meets equally, and favors not a one. No, not even myself. He is one with everyone and everything and everyone and everything is one with him. This is Harry's being, and it makes him both unattainable and aloof - and completely, utterly irresistible. Harry is as aloof as any cat I have ever encountered. His eyes don't settle on any one person for too long. He is no one individual's cat - he connects only with his greater purpose: he exists. He is a part of everyone and everything, part of the collective. And that's why I love Harry Bezalel. I can only ever love him simply, and only, because he exists and breathes air.

Maui was only and ever only just part of me-he loved no one else - and it was that way from the first day he came to possess me. I was madly in love with a being who demanded that kind of love. And I am still, and always will to be, madly in love.

posted, 2008
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