~~Kitty-Kat-Um Commune~~~
In the sixties and seventies…..
…..communes were a big deal…..
…..eating together…bathing together…meditating together…sleeping together…
…..everything was tie-dyed and together…..
…..there were sit-ins…and bed-ins (the Lennon/Ono one)…the Summer of Love…and lock-ons…..(***Remember What A Lock-On Was?*****)
I think I’ve mentioned before that I was living in New Jersey at that time…..
…..and I remember having the opportunity & being asked to go to this outdoor concert-thing in up-state New York…..
…..I picked staying home and go horseback riding instead…..
…..hmmmmm…..
But suffice to say…..my formative-teen-age-years were totally immersed in the flower-child-era…..
…..(come to think of it…..my hairstyle has never changed either)…..
…..(and I choose tie-dye whenever possible)…..
My point here is…..I was never allowed to go to Woodstock or even consider the jumbled personal space of a group commune…..
…..but I appear to have gravitated towards that in the gray-panther-era of my life…..
…..(***The Gray Panthers***)…..
There appears to be a collective-habitation in my bed every night…..
I have my favorites…..
…..and then there are the vagabond roamers…..
We all have our set places…..and pillows…..
There’s a healthy individual respect for everyone’s personal-space…..
…..and if there’s not…..
…..I know how to efficiently slingshot them like a trampoline off of my duvet and down the hallway…..
I really don’t mind the nightly kitty-commune on my bed…..
…..but I’ve never been a fan of the next morning’s/in-your-face/cat-yawns…..
…..they always smell like semi-digested fish vents & entrails…..
…..(I don’t recommend it)…..
…..but I do like kitty-snuggle-bunnies…..
…..(except for the fur that gets stuck up your nose or in your mouth)…..