Damn Egyptian Perseverence

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A beautiful horizon of dark turquoise water relaxes and tempts you to sit, to hear it longer, to listen to its moaning, soft up-and-down of the miniature breaking waves. Just within reach. Almost a complimentary sound, the arabic princess gracing the speakers above brings up images of her smooth and curving facial features, kind of like the arabic alphabet. She sings her song of anguish and loneliness, I presume, because the slow ballad rhythm slows the heartbeat and her sounds linger with rolled r's and k's.
Alas, I am broken from her spell by the colorful sustainance arriving in the hands of an obvious non-native english speaker, but his English suffices to get across our salutations.
Reds, yellows, pinks scatter the bed of greens, and the awaited salavation breaks through the dam. Pure bliss, to be greeted by such uality stimulation at such a needed point in time, a time of forced egocentrism, froced solitude and contrived oneness.
Broken.
Shattered.
Spoiled.
Is that a cat I see, it's coming my way I know it. And its brought its entire immediate family and first cousins.
They circle with good intention.
Begging is a way of equalization in the world, a way to allow the trickle-down effect, like a tribal raindance begs for the fruits of the sky to equalize the pressures between the land and the heavens. The felines have conflicted looks in their eyes: vicious and die-hard, but still respect and admiration comes through.
The food, they ask, we want the food.
And we are willing to do what it takes.
We just want to look, no harm.
Either the flies brought the cats or the cats brought the flies, a silent pact, symbiosis.
One cat makes the dash, breaks the ice and reaches for the luscious red jewel, but it respects the slap it receives. It will not accept no for an answer, though.
Hello, my friend, where are you from!
Come, come, You look for free!
I am Akhmed, what is your name!
I laugh, they are such emphatic workers, putting themselves on the line constantly, teaching their kids the trick. Toeing the line between honesty and devilishness.
I suppose I could donate, sacrifice, share. I'm not about wealth, right.
But will the gift be understood, taken with a smile, or will that initiate their final planned attack? Will all hell break loose, no rules, anarchy, nihilism?
But is that worse than greed, selfishness, unwillingness.
HA!
SHIT!
What will happen now? A meaty morsel has finally fallen into their laps, I know they want it.
Chaos.
Fighting, there is not enough for everyone.
Egyptian Cats.
Egyptians and Cats.
5000 plus years of connected history.

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Photos

Cats, dogs, all are strays in Egypt
Relaxing Canines "guard" the world famous Aswan High Dam.

Chillin'
The Terrible Three have finally parted ways. I'm back in Israel, and they are in South Africa.

This is light traffic
Rush for the train station.

Comments

[Jay Lev]

Cleopatra's Favorite Cat
Brilliant blog goodsir Gadi. I'm surprised the cats didn't try to take your spats, brother.