ENFUEGO!

ENFUEGO!  ON FIRE (In Spanish)

Yes!  This Little Fig, Figster, Figgy, Figlet is quite the maniac!  Driving us crazy; keeping us entertained.  And certainly a grand subject for mindful contemplation.......

****The ears!  Just look at those ears!  Little twitching radars.  The tawny middle highlights the curve....and makes those ears look as though there are lights inside them.  The camel color of the tawny shades to black upper and lower.  And then the edges are lined in white.  Amazing coloration.

****The Fig hangs out between the shower curtain and liner on the rim of the tub when I take a shower.  Sometimes just sitting, sometimes peering around the edge of the curtain, but if it's ENFUEGO he's madly dashing from one end to the other.  Or he leaps in at one end of the tub and flies to the other end leaping out and doing it again.  I see him through the shower liner, this amorphous and blurry body zipping through the tunnel of shower curtain.

****I cannot get dressed with the Fig in the room.  He chases, bites, bats, attacks anything moving (and many non-moving objects as well).  Try putting on shoes and socks with a dervish working on your feet, socks, shoe laces.  So he does his attack-work outside, sending mouse after mouse through the crack underneath the door.  It's hilarious to watch these little cloth mice (the same ones found floating in the water dish every day) zoom under the door crack.  And then to watch the paw scooping, reaching under the door trying to retrieve that mouse.....oh gosh, it's ridiculous!  Most days I find a mouse or two waiting when I get up.....a mouse mine-field in the dark of the early morning.  

****Since the Fig attacks anything moving......your feet, your legs, your low-hanging hands, your moving lips!....I was gratified and delighted to see a photo included among the best of the year of National Geographic.  It was a picture of a mother cheetah and her cub.  HA!  The cub was attacking the mother's face....hahaha....biting his own mother! on the muzzle. OK, this behavior is only natural.  Fig is so normal!

****Yesterday I received a package in the mail from Ariel's boyfriend.  It was a framed photo that Ariel took over Christmas....or maybe it was copied from one of the hundreds of photos I've texted to the girls since Fig arrived on the scene.  Ha!  That photo now sits proudly on the shelf  among the girls' high school senior pictures....just one of the gang.  (Yes, this is a joke, certainly.  One doesn't want to be seen as a crazy cat lady.  I'll put his photo on a lower shelf soon.  But for now it makes me laugh).

****The Fig's little snores when he's asleep and not ENFUEGO.  Tiny tiny little squeak....puff, squeak....puff, squeak....puff, squeak.  So dear.  So calm.

OK, OK, enough of the Fig.  I had imagined only making comment on beautiful and serious things, but honestly, why not include the absurd or quirky, funny and entertaining?  For heaven sake!  Everything is worth paying attention to.