Wednesday, 4. May 2011 11:28
PASSIONATA DI CATALANO
Life sure is a roller coaster, and throws all kinds of wrenches at you. Just when I’m certain I have it all figured out and have gained some sense of balance and direction in my life… wham things turn upside down again and I’m back clawing my way back up the mountainside reaching for that stable platform. It seems as though we spend all of our time balancing that platform upon the narrowest peak doing our best to keep it level and our lives on track and comfortable. Realization is that the platform we all cling to is not so stable at all. For me it’s always been trying to improve on what was provided for me. I always do it too. I always try to take what was provided and take it to a place that is just out of reach. Maybe it’s the explorer in me, the challenger, or researcher. But it always blows up in my face, if not now, then later, but at some point I’ve got it coming. This has been my life’s lesson over and over again, and you’d think that at some point I’d heed its message.
So if you have read the last post you’ll see that I was on to a dream, I sought it out and was going for it, creating the path I would walk down. Well shortly after posting it, the horse I was creating my dreams around died. The other horse I had hoped to move forward with was made unavailable to me and I was lost again. Not one day later though an old opportunity to travel down a specific path opened up to me and I chose to take it and yet not a day later than that I had already moved this opportunity toward that unachievable goal. Damn! It took Heather to open my eyes and show me what I was doing… again. In a few short sentences, she brought daylight to the path that has been provided to me and brought light to what I was doing…. again, reminding me how it all could end up if I kept this up. So my job now is to keep it simple and finally heed that lesson. Find satisfaction in the simple pleasure of this gift.
It’s a funny thing, since early childhood I’ve been drawn to blue animals. Blue cats, blue dogs, blue horses, blue birds, blue fish. I don’t want a cat… but guess what… meet Gunner.
He is a six year old grossly overweight life long pet of a friend who moved to Thailand. I could not see this guy just tossed aside so I offered to help find him a forever home. They called him “Crazy Legs” because he would attack your legs. Wow were they not kidding… this guy is treacherous. I had cuts and scratches all over me from him attacking me as I’d walk by. There was no petting him without being in danger. Once he attacked me from across the room and left marks all over my chest. I was a little nervous about sleeping in the first days after he moved in with me, that he would attack my face at night. I mean not your usual kitty play. we’re talking dangerous injury kind of kill pray kind of thing. Me being the pray. I think this cat weighed close to 30 lbs, and has a big cat (like tiger sized) mind. I quickly realized that he was not going to find a home. I’m faced with putting him down or putting him in a no kill shelter who will keep him caged for life, or biting the bullet so to speak and keeping him myself. I’ve renamed him Gunner for his gun metal color and have put him on a diet where he has lost maybe 4 or 5 lbs over the month and still needing to lose about 8 to 10 more. He may put me in a position to have to find another home as I’m not suppose to have a cat where I live. I’m going to ask if I can pay a hefty deposit, non refundable, with written promise of carpet cleaning etc when I move out. Gunner is not a dirty cat, he is very quiet, doesn’t get into anything, and is trying so hard to learn how to be gentle and loving. He wants to be secure so badly. I have to try.
So at least at the moment, I have a blue ‘”fat” murderous cat named Gunner, and, if you have been paying attention… I now also have a blue horse.
(Yes I know, she looks mouse brown here, but she is what is called a grulla known for their blue-ish tint with dark head, legs, mane and tail, and stripes also on their legs and stripe down the back. Once shed out she will be a deep slate smokey color with a blue-ish tint.)
From my favorite bloodlines in the Spanish Mustang breed, I’ve named her Passionata di Catalano after my passions for this breed, for horses in general, and given her my maiden name Catalano which means from Catalan Spain where our Sicilian family originated many many moons ago during the Catalan/Iberian reign. A tiny little thing, she will be perfect for my family and inexpensive to feed and maintain. She was given to me from Laura Louise Jayne Mueller of Spanish Horse Conservatory, the lady I once bought my first Spanish Mustang from. Now to keep on the path of the opportunity that has been afforded me. To intertwine her into my family as a member, train and show her in exhibitions, and just enjoy a horse (One Horse) for the sake of a horse and for no other reason no matter how grand or potentially beneficial. Creator, please give me the strength and wisdom to stay on this path, and to keep from trying to turn it into something more than it is fated to be.
So, the plan is to locate a place to bring Passionata home to this June in Silverton for the summer then to just begin the life long process of becoming friends with her. To some time by next summer buy a saddle something like this Portuguese Vaquero saddle for her.
With matching bridle and equipment. while in the meantime start her training for classical style work that will prepare her for Garrocha.
I’d knot her tail up like you see here and braid her mane up and go to exhibitions… I think Passionata would be very pretty and well suited for this kind of work, as well as trail riding and family enjoyment.
So unless the creator changes things up on me once again this is where I sit. A blue cat named Gunner, more than likely a new place to live by next summer, a blue horse named Passionata di Catalano and a dream of trail riding, along with Garrocha exhibitions and family fun.
Wish me luck!
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