on Sunday morning, Savannah, and runs to the window with a kitten, click a few thousand beaks scratching the air. Yankee starlings
migrate south for the winter blacken the streets, yards, and trees, stirs outcry vortex. Horus and Thoth wiggle with excitement, while Re creaking of their satisfaction. Suddenly, the weight for jumping into the sky synchronized time, shading light to dark funnel cloud of feathers and scream, leaving behind four confused souls.
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Re zooms After lunch in the office, clutching one of Ravenna's catnip mice between his teeth. He crashes into a closet filled with rattan fabric, dances round or two of the fingers, and zips out the door.
"Someone said the rep," Savannah gurgles, trying to focus on the intricate sequin designs for a new bag, while raising her legs every time Re dashes through the office at high speed. Kittens can not easily retract its claws at that age, and she wears purple marks on his arms and legs to prove it.
Tot shuffles into the office and Plops on the carpet to watch the show. After the first day of curiosity Re replaced Tot constant hissing, and now follows a kitten from room to room. Quite delighted, Re perform for this audience and then deals with Tot's fluffy head, holding a large cat is a giant ears like a small white hat. Tot not shake off a kitten, and Savannah intermediates, gentle removal of Re.
"Tot is not your mother, " she says, even as Thoth Re face washes, which stimulates the kitten's infatuation.
Re swings every day from carpeted kitty condo in the den, performs frantic kitten gymnastics for an hour or so. Re also loves Savannah has long black hair, which is the Yanks with his teeth and paws whenever she leans down to him five or sitting in a chair at her desk, while he silently stalks her.
"Ow!" Savannah yelps after another sneak attack from the Re, separate the kittens from their backs and loosening the hair out of his mouth. "I had no idea you could jump so high now," she says, wincing from the injection of fresh scratches. "I have to find a range of toys for you, one that makes
my hair looks dull ."
After dinner Re learning how to spit and spends the rest of the evening, spitting on Horus, Thoth, and Savannah, delighting in the new sound skipping out of his mouth. He invents a game that consists of running through the living room, climbing on the sofa cushion, spitting in Savannah, and she reads the latest urban fantasy novel, Lilith Saintcrow, then darting into the kitchen to slide under the refrigerator as a garter snake.
: "Tomorrow I'll slide a few pieces of cardboard under the drip pan to block his entrance, " she gurgles, turning another page of the novel, Horus sprawled in her lap.
But the next day Re-blossoms into a spitting sneezing and his nosebegins to to leak . "Do not worry, " says Savannah, lifting him on the shoulder and walk into the kitchen, while the rain on her face. She clears her face with paper and goes back to the cabinet for bottles of soft goldenseal and Echinacea.
"I'll just add a few drops of liquid and herbs to your food and water, and you'll be back on your spit tricks in no time, " she promises, scratching his chin as he sneezes on her hands.
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Savannah patron goddess, Bast, occupies a special place in Egyptian history, not only as a respected cat goddess, but also as the goddess of the moon. Therefore, Savannah celebrates every Esbat, Ritual Magick and divination, which appears every month in full-moon nights.
Esbat In November honors Snow Moon, and that evening Savannah slipping into her dress and ritual altar is decorated with paper cutouts of a snowflake. Horus and Thoth to settle on the couch to watch, while Re bounces around the room, unaware of Savannah's ritual routine. She catches on Re as the race and puts it on the pillow next to Tot.
"Sit down, " she says, pointing to Re, the command she was teaching him this week. "If you're a good boy, I'll give you a treat later with the big kitties ."
She returns to the altar and three green lights candles carved with Wynn, the rune for prosperity and love. She leaves them on the altar, but it is an arrangement in a circle on the floor, not wanting to tempt Re, who sizzled one of his whiskers a few days to scented candles burning near the coffee table.
clearing space on the altar, Savannah spreading bright pink wipes clean in the sun and sets her tarot deck in the middle. Snow Moon offers the opportunity for divination, the opportunity to work with abundance and prosperity, to peer through the folds of time and to discern the future. She opens the curtains on each window, flooding the room with candles moonlight.
Standing before the altar, it raises the bar and slowly turns in a clockwise direction, welcoming villa, elementals, a potent ritual of her observation. She stops in front of the statue of Bast sits on her imperial altar. Raising his hands, Savannah says:
"Beloved of Bast, the goddess of cats,
Great Queen of the moonlit night,
I honor your feline might and power.
I pray for your wisdom and foresight.
Beneath this sacred Snow Moon
open your eyes, reveal my fate.
future and place on an onyx legs.
With love, gratitude, so mote be ."
savannah is reaching out for her tarot cards and cut the deck, turning upside down the second half. But as she begins to shuffle cards Re can no longer contain his excitement and diving with the sofa, climbing up Savannah's foot slap one of the silk tassels hanging from her ceremonial robes.
She screams like a little needled his claws draw blood from the legs, and she drops the card to grab Re, loosening it from his jeans.
"No!" she cries, and the bottom of his swats Re posting back on the sofa cushion. "No," she said again, firmly, pointing at him, Horus and Thoth cringing, Re tail twitching.
when Savannah returns to the altar found in cluttered pile of cards. As she gathers them back in neatly stacked one card slips from his fingers and falls to the sacred cloth. silver streak of moonlight illuminates the upturned face of Ace of Cups. She looked in the garden, whose golden cat eyes dancing candles.
Savannah laughter. "OK, " she says. "This is certainly the oddest tarot card reading I ever did, but I get the message ."
She props the card from paper flakes and stares at it for a moment, puzzled expression dancing across her face.
"I do not understand how this card relates to my future prosperity, " she mumbles, knowing Ace of Cups foretells the beginning of a love affair.
Suddenly Savannah shaking, I thought a new lover or dating uncomfortable burning her skin. "I'm just not ready for it yet, " she prays, moonlight streaming over the altar, and Bast in flaxseed magickally eyes twinkle with candles.
