Somewhere on a Palace, way up high
There's a balcony I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over that balcony, skies are blue
And dreams that you dare dream really do come true.
Someday I'll wish beneath the stars
And wake up in a land where sad days
Are far behind me
Where troubles melt like frozen cream
And pleasant peeps are not a dream
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere over the Palace where sparrows fly
Birds fly over the Palace
Why then, oh, why can't I
If happy little sparrows fly
Beyond my Palace in the sky
Why, oh, why can't I?
****** Sighs ******
This little song, this ditty, it has so many truths.
We dream and aspire to be places we can not be, reach for the sparrows that are beyond our paws, climb to the top of tree limbs we can not climb, ahem, that even a svelte Princess, such as I, can not tread. In search of dreams.
Oh if only there was such a place, alas it's like chasing a rainbow and that pot of golden cream that lies at its feet. Purrs
Is it wrong to dream? To hope for better, when all around you is death and killing. Yes to hope for peace is good, to hope for a life less mundane than that we see ourselves as having, is that wrong?
When so many starve and die, is that nature or intervention by others?
Oh if I could fly?
I have these dreams, in the nicest possible sense. OK some of them are nightmares, about giant mice and rabid squirrels, but the worst by far is when I find the cream has turned, turned and evolved into a new life form and is coming after me!
I dream of good things, of mice and sparrows, of peace and quiet, of health and happiness and joy.
I dream of times now long past, times of hardship and fear, of cold and hunger. That's why I hunt, and why I hide from all but my trusted peeps.
So why do I want to fly? Why do any of us want to be more than we are? To live the dream we can not live.
Oh if I could fly.
I read this great biography, about a Jonathan Livingston Seagull, and he wanted to fly, and he did, and he achieved so much.
In fact he learned to leave this world and travel beyond to infinite realms, and return again. I wonder, if there were infinite mice in those realms, and streams of cream and blue skies and peace, a place where cats can fly and chase the sparrows.
I want to be me, and yet I want to be more than me, I want to be better than me, V 2.0. But would I ever stop and be happy? That Jonathan wasn't, well not in the end and he wanted to do more and more. Is that the curse of the dreamer? Is that the gift of dreaming, of life?
I heard tell of a moth, she wanted to fly, and she did as that is what moths do, well at least if they don't fall prey. But this moth, she aspired to greater things, and wanted to fly to the huge light in the sky. Not for her was the flickering electric lights or candle flames of peeps, lights that mean near certain death.
No, she aimed for the stars, the sun, and the moon. To my knowledge she may still be out there now, alive and trying to be what she wanted to be and doing what she wanted to do.
No one thought to tell her, but then should they have? Is not a dream as important as a reality, and who is to say a dream is not just the future waiting to arrive?
Oh if I could fly.
I keep thinking I am for greater things, for higher planes. OK so that doesn't mean I'll be taking my pilots licence as I sure wouldn't want to piloting one of those jumbos around the skies. They, like the humble bumble bee, are truly one of natures mysterious beauties. Purrs
I mean how they get off the ground with all that weight and such small wings it is truly amazing. Those ears must have to flap so fast to get take off speed, and overcome the drag factor of that large trunk. Purrs
Nope, I think I'll leave that sort of flying to the elephants. Me, I just want to fly, but where?
I know I'm not going to BlogPaws, but that's OK.
But where does my life lead? OK so it oft' leads around the estate, to visit pals in the village. I have turrets and gardens to patrol, and yes, someone does have to keep those sun puddles in order and that duvet checked, and the comfy chair has to be made comfy. These all do take time and fill my day, but isn't there more to life than that?
If I could fly, I could do things quicker and I dare say better. Them sparrows would have some competition for the flight paths, and they say competition is good and healthy for the free market economy.
Mind you, if I could fly would that mean dogs could too? I can't be selfish about these things now can I. Dogs would be chasing the cats, chasing sparrows all over the place, and I dare say there would be a few collisions and we would end up with the FAA (Feline Accident Authority, known as Cat Accident Authority in UK) having to recruit more staff!
Now more staff would mean more wages and more wages will ultimately lead to more taxes, and nobody likes taxes!
Of course, the normal rules of engagement regarding cats and dogs would cease to apply. I mean running up a tree, when you and your chaser can both fly is hardly a defence, now is it.
Cat flaps would have to change too. For starters peeps would have to have them built at a higher level, with a runway leading into them. In a multi cat household this could lead to arrival and takeoff congestion and delays at peak times. Mouses!
And what if you had a nap, and started sleep-flying? Oh my, that would make for some very awkward situations, and no doubt we'd have to find some sort tethering system to hold us down!
Hmm, sounds like this flying game could cause more problems than it could solve!
Oh if I could fly.
But what is the point of flying if you don't know where you are going? Maybe I need to have a ponder, a search on the internet, and then decide what it is I want.
****** Rattling of keys on keyboard ******
Oooh! What's this? A Caterpillar for helping us cats climb up walls? Wow, Sounds just the ticket, and if I had one of those I wouldn't have to fly!
Who'd have thought those little green guys would be able to carry a cat, I wonder how big they actually are, and if those hairs would tickle?
Hmm, if they can carry a cat I best start ordering in some extra green veg for them to eat. I wonder if they like Brussels?
Hang on, silly me, its a Catipilla, as in the Uber cool, revolutionary metal cat tree designed for the in/out cat, rather than a Caterpillar, which is designed for... for... er.... eating my vegetable patch!
|Many thanks to Catipilla for use of their image.|
Now how do I order one?
Hmm looks like they're just in the process of starting up production and need backing on Kickstarter. Says here, if I get in early I can get a massive discount too!
Brilliant, I'm in! Now all I have to do is see if they'll take a down payment, in kind. I wonder if one hundredweight of Brussels sprouts will do?
～～～ The End ～～～
It was with great sadness that heard this morning of sweet Nellie's passing over the rainbow bridge. I dedicate todays blog to a fine friend, a friend to us all, one who will be sorely missed, until that time when we too can take that journey over the rainbow, and find that dreams do come true...
God Bless you Nellie, till we meet again....