Welcome to the COZY COTTAGE. This is the furever home of the memory of Miss Peach, our 18 year old Devon Rex angel kitty. I am Miss Hunny Bunny, she asked me to pour you a cuppa catmint tea as you read our old fashion mewsings about this and that. Please come by often...one lump or two? Now our precious Hunny Bunny is also an angel cat...please let me be your hostess at the cozy cottage...my name is Miss Hope.

Remember...only in our tomorrows will we realize what we had in our yesterdays.

Friday, June 26, 2009


And when the groove is dead and gone...you know that love survives...so we can rock forever...

I cannot escape the moon. Its soft beams push aside the curtains at night. I don't even have to see it — a cool blue energy falls across my bed and I am up. I race down the dark hall and swing open the door, not to leave home but to go back into it. "Moon, I'm here!" I shout."Good," she replies. "Now give us a little dance."But my body has started moving long before she says anything. When did it start? I can't remember — my body has always been moving. Since childhood I have reacted to the moon this way, as her favorite lunatic, and not just hers. The stars draw me near, close enough so that I see through their twinkling act. They're dancing, too, doing a soft molecular jiggle that makes my carbon atoms jump in time.With my arms flung wide, I head for the sea, which brings out another dance in me. Moon dancing is slow inside, and soft as blue shadows on the lawn. When the surf booms, I hear the heart of the earth, and the tempo picks up. I feel the dolphins leaping in the white foam, trying to fly, and almost flying when the waves curl high to the heavens. Their tails leave arcs of light as plankton glow in the waves. A school of minnows rises up, flashing silver in the moonlight like a new constellation."Ah!" the sea says, "Now we're gathering a crowd."I run along the beach, catching waves with one foot and dodging them with the other. I hear faint popping sounds — a hundred panicky sand crabs are ducking into their holes, just in case. But I'm racing now, sometimes on my toes, sometimes running flat-out.I throw my head back and a swirling nebula says, "Fast now, twirl!"Grinning, ducking my head for balance, I start to spin as wildly as I can. This is my favorite dance, because it contains a secret. The faster I twirl, the more I am still inside. My dance is all motion without, all silence within. As much as I love to make music, it's the unheard music that never dies. And silence is my real dance, though it never moves. It stands aside, my choreographer of grace, and blesses each finger and toe.I have forgotten the moon now and the sea and the dolphins, but I am in their joy more than ever. As far away as a star, as near as a grain of sand, the presence rises, shimmering with light. I could be in it forever, it is so loving and warm. But touch it once, and light shoots forth from the stillness. It quivers and thrills me, and I know my fate is to show others that this silence, this light, this blessing is my dance. I take this gift only to give it again.Quick, give!" says the light.As never before, I try to obey, inventing new steps, new gestures of joy. All at once I sense where I am, running back up the hill. The light in my bedroom is on. Seeing it brings me back down. I begin to feel my pounding heart, the drowsiness in my arms, the warm blood in my legs. My cells want to dance slower. "Can we walk a little?" they ask. "It's been kind of wild.""Sure." I laugh, slowing to an easy amble.I turn the doorknob, panting lightly, glad to be tired. Crawling back into bed, I remember something that I always wonder at. They say that some of the stars that we see overhead aren't really there. Their light takes millions of years to reach us, and all we are doing is looking into the past, into a bygone moment when those stars could still shine."So what does a star do after it quits shining?" I ask myself. "Maybe it dies.""Oh, no," a voice in my head says. "A star can never die. It just turns into a smile and melts back into the cosmic music, the dance of life." I like that thought, the last one I have before my eyes close. With a smile, I melt back into the music myself.from the book**DANCING THE DREAM by Michael Jackson**(published 1992)

Brilliantly talented...Troubled in life...The price of fame is often agony, loneliness and heartache...Rocking forever in our memory!


Angel Ginger Jasper said...

Yes very talented, But very troubled. I hope he is at rest now and troubled no more..

Hugs GJ xx

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful tribute to post-Karla! I can't see the picture on above it?-It is just a square empty box--I have re-logged in 3 times now & can't see it?- Am I the only one?-

Oh, I know Michael Jackson was very troubled.-but oh my, could he dance!! He honestly is one of the best dancers I have ever seen! I still love his song, black & white", to this day! If I ever need a song to rev me up to dance, that one still does it for me!I'll never forget mastering the moonwalk, & teaching it to my Boys!lol- & when he burnt his hair accidentally at a concert, My Foster Daughter actually cried!-Oh that white glove,with the silver flecks,!-lol we had a couple like it for the boys to "practice" dancing with! --Wasn't he just the cutest on stage at like 6 yrs old?

I agree with "Pughy" on here, He can rest now-& troubled no more- we can still enjoy his music,& try to remember & think about all the fun he brought to so many with his talent. xoxo-Valery

Noll's Nip said...

He was born the same year as My Own...1958...For this, she felt a kinship with him, watched him grow from a child into an adult. His was a talent and magic that happens once in a life time. Her lifetime. God bless you Michael & may your soul find peace.

Rosemary B❤️ said...

RIP Michael Jackson.
I really liked his dancing the best!

purrrs for a happy day Peachiekins

Gemini and Ichiro said...

A lovely post Miss Peach. What a shock.

Cezar and Léia said...

oh Miss Peach!
Fabulous tribute!
Many thanks for this beautiful post full of good feelings and love!
Luna(from Brazil)

Angel Junior, Orion and Sammy said...

That was a very nice tribute! Yes, awesome talent and stardon so often comes with troubles. At least Michael is at peace now.

Motor Home Cats said...

We were sorry to hear about him. He was very talented. Mom feels for his children.

Tavi, Cody, Camie, Miss Jade and Gracie

♥Da fambly kitties♥ said...

We are so sorry that Mr. Jackson and Miss Fawcett and Mr. McMann have passed away. But our momma is worried that all of the attention on these stars' deaths has overshadowed the horrible things that are taking place in Iran.

It seems like the news is focused on the "flavor of the day" and not what is so very important to humanity and human rights and good people being murdered all in the name of freedom. Sadly, it's all about ratings...sigh.

The Taylor CatSSSSS said...

What a lovely tribute. This was a shocking event.

On a much lighter note:

Want to see some baby pictures of Spats & Sassy...come on over!

Love, uSSSSS

L. Alida said...

Oh Miss Peach and Mommy Karla, what a long week this has been! :(
Such a lovely post for poor Michael.
I love the picture of Miss Peach in the dollhouse with your granddaughter. They are so precious.
I found the pics you sent in my e-mail. How beautiful! Thank you ever so much! I am slowly on the mend from my root canal. I have been out of it for most of the week, but this morning I woke up and didn't need the Motrin. I need to get caught up.
Sending all my Love,

Andrewbun said...

Oh what a BUNDERFUL post for MJ! Mom loves this! All the stages of her life can be measured by his music! RIP

Andrewbun & Mom

KC and the Giggleman Kitties said...

This was a wonderful tribute to an incredible talent.
It was a shock to lose him, hopefully he is at rest and no longer troubled. He brought so much happiness and joy with his music and dance.