I have a new assistant! It really happened quite by accident. I have been spending a lot of time in my home studio, making new pieces and currently doing A LOT of online “stuff”. No, not ALL day reading blogs and generally being nosy. Actual work. Posting, posting, posting….
So in walks this buff young thing….
Already knew him, he’s been hanging around, and now he is with me everyday in the studio “doing his part”.
I am so lucky!
- Just checking in, seeing what needs to be done
So much to do! Taking care of minor details...
You think I’m kidding?
In a way, yes, but to be honest since I have been in here nearly everyday, so has Queso. He knows the value of putting in a days work. He could be grooming and sleeping anywhere in the house…but he chooses to be with me.
Which brings me to musing on cats and their sensitivity to energy.
If you have a cat, I know you have been in one or another spooky situation with your cat. You know, home alone at night, enjoying some peaceful time. Ah, being alone is so great sometimes, house to myself, romantic comedy on the Netflix maybe a glass of wine… BAM! No warning, said cat jumps up and bolts of the couch like a shot after having looked right out the back window. Wine spilt, nerves shot, WTF?
Or how about when your lovely feline companion insists on not looking lovingly in your eyes, but about 6 inches either right above you or to the side? WHAT are they looking at?
Are cats more in tune to what we can’t see, or are they just nuts?
This tickled a thought in my head and reminded me of something one of my Russian friends once mentioned. Yes, I said Russian…oddly enough Myrtle Beach is teeming with said nationality, and surprisingly I have met all of them at my local yoga studio, Shanti Yoga Studio . Russians LOVE the yoga!
Anyway, I have also learned Russians can be a rather superstitious lot. I recall once hearing that upon buying or moving into a new house, that many people would not enter unless a cat first entered. Now, why is that?
So you can see my obvious leap from my cat to Russian superstitions.
So I looked into it a bit more yesterday and found some basis to this theory of cats, houses and energy.
Enter the Domovoy!
Turns out there is this rather mischievous, opinionated house spirit in Russian folklore known as the Domovoy. The Domovoy rules your house, kind of like a patron, who supposedly likes to hang out in doorways, and does not tolerate laziness. I’m sure he does a lot more, and you can get the extended version here.
Well, turns out it’s true! According to lore, people would try to lure the Domovoy into a new home by first letting in a cat (or a cock, but I won’t go there), as it is believed that cats communicate with the Domovoy. Some even believe that the Domovoy is inhabiting the family cat at times. God knows I have seen some crazy eyes looking at me sometimes and I wonder what they are thinking!
So, maybe Queso’s being here is a good thing. Either he is luring the Domovoy in here to keep me from being lazy ( which seems to work for the most part), or he is now in fact possessed.
The jury’s still out on that one.
What IS he looking at???
