Yesterday, this old guy turned 11.
Yesterday, this old guy turned 11.
The German singer-songwriter Reinhard Mey once sang a wonderful song about parentship. The title is “Keine ruhige Minute” (not a quite minute).
He describes lovingly the changes which come into your life when you get your first kid. He is wondering, what he has done with all the time before the kid was born and what all changes: i.e. repair toys, being a horse for the kid, loud noise, and so on.
The chorus is
Keine ruhige Minute
Ist seitdem mehr für mich drin
Und das geht so, wie ich vermute
Bis ich hundert Jahre bin!
(Not a quiet minute
Since then, there’s more in it for me
And that’s how I suspect
Until I’m a hundred years old!)
As the song goes on, the perspective changes. Instead of complaining, he starts noting all the positive things he gets from the kid. One of the verses says:
“Ein Haus wird doch erst ein Zuhause
Wenn eine Wiege darin steht!”
(a house only becomes a home when there is a cradle in it)
In the German language, there is a big difference in meaning between “house” and “home”. while you can have many houses and live in different places over the years, only one can be your home. The home isn’t necessarily the one your currently living in. Often it’s the place where you grew up. A place with very strong feelings and where you know quite everything about. Maybe it’s the farm of your grant-parents or the quarter where your parent’s house stood. In either case it’s the place where your heart beats stronger when coming nearer to it. And this connection keeps strong over the decades and survives even the passing of the beloved people (grant-parents / parents / aunts / …) who used to live there.
You wonder, what I’m telling here? It’s time for Lens-Artists Photo challenge and Amy asked for “At home“. I have 3 adult kids. But, todays 10 years ago, we got a cradle in our kitchen. Our cat got 4 pretty babies. When the time came, 2 of them moved to another family. But the oldest and the youngest stayed with us. The mother, unfortunately, died, when her kids were about half a year. The youngest is also not with us anymore. She died these days 3 years ago.
In the image below the kittens are 4 weeks old.
Here’s a quote from the birth announce:
“Last night our family grew enormous. Our cat gave birth to 4 kittens. One kitten every about 90 minutes starting at 8:30 p.m. At first she gave birth to 2 black girls, than a tabby girl and at last a tabby boy.
Even the mother is only about 9 month old, she did it very well.”
It seemed, after 2 babies the mother ran out of black color 😂. Not I was the one who stacked the kittens. The mother did it and even the kittens themselves were constantly climbing one over each other. When living outside in the wild they can warm each other.
In case you’re now interested in the whole song and the lyrics, both can be found online quite easily. By using Google you can find the lyrics and put them into the Google translator. The translation is quite good. By using Youtube you can also find a recording taken from a 1980s tv show. Even if you won’t understand a word, give him a try 😊. You will get to know a famous german singer. Although was born in 1942 and his career started in the early 1960s, he is still well-known for his intelligent lyrics which often make you smile.
6,5 years ago I got rang out on an early sunday morning for a death cat.
While friends of us took the middle 2 kittens, the oldest (a black female) and the youngest (a tubby male) stayed with us. Both of them are outdoors every night. 6 weeks ago both went out as usual, but the next morning the black one didn’t come back.
We have search for her for some days and hoped for the best. She was very shy and fearful, even at home. Maybe she was locked in a garage for a weekend or short holiday of the owner. Nothing happened 😦 So, we assumed she’d have passed away because of an accident and someone already had removed the corpse.
Saturday afternoon my daughter saw a post in a local Facebook group about a found black cat. When she got the address, my sons went to that house to look if it could be our cat. She hid under the basement stairs out of their reach. A tiny, shy, injured, black cat. Offering her some food, water and a blanked they left here alone hoping she’d come out. This Sunday morning we got the notice of her having passed away during that night. Probably because of her injuries.
Now, we were able to see that this one was our cat. The size and the white spots forming kind of a bra made us sure she was it.
So, both cats in the above image aren’t with us anymore.
Rest in peace!
Today, I’d like to introduce you to Fritz. He’s our cat. Born in late April 2010 in our kitchen. He is the youngest of his siblings, but the biggest from the birth. Out of his 3 sisters, only the oldest is also still with us. The other 2 moved to an other family in summer 2010 when they were a few months old. These were the first of the four kittens which ate cat food and didn’t drank mother milk anymore.
Their mother was less than a year when she became pregnant by accident. According to her habit, we guessed, she was born in summer 2009. She became only about 1 years old and died as a result of an accident with a car at a Saturday night in mid September. Luckily, the kittens were already old enough to survive alone (with our help). The first 2 girls were black, just like their father and the 2 younger kittens were tabby, just like their mother.
The first-born kitten was the smallest from the beginning and is still quite small. So, she got the name Petite-Fleur (little flower). The second got the name Felina, derived for the latin name for cats: Felidae (Felis silvestris catus). The third got her name from the very prominent “M” on here forehead: Mchen (little M). And, the youngest was Fritz. He also has the “M” on his forehead, but less distinct than in his elder sisters fur.
This is my contribution to Monochrome Madness organized by Leanne Cole. This week we have a themed competition, because it’s the first week of a month. The theme is “cats” or at least “pets” if cat is not possible. Look at here site on Thursday (Australian time), to see many more monochrome images created by many other talented photographers from all over the world.
On Corfu we saw many, many cats. Most of them quite shy, others trusting and curious. But, all of them very skinny. You can see easily, they have to work hard to make a living. Surprisingly, I didn’t see or hear any dog.
Not all of the images in the gallery below are mine. Half of them are taken by my company. He is also here at WordPress.
While I was driving our rental car, he was able to take some photos while we were on the road. So, he got the images where the cats are examining the waste bins.
Look in the lower right corner to see, which images he gave me. 🙂 To see some more images from Corfu, you could switch to his blog, too.