HT: The New Neo
Beyond the Herding of Cats
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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I dunno… I think these guys have them beat…
https://youtu.be/m_MaJDK3VNE
gorgeous kee kee’s.
Somehow I can’t see Miss Olive performing stunts on a public stage– I’m thinking she has Gerard trained/herded rather than the other way around.
Well that is just about amazing! I guess lion tamers::cat trainers, or something?
As I am currently working with my two dawgs to improve their return to my whistle, the amount of detail those ladies trained into those cats caused me to marvel. Dawgs do have their own minds, yea, but they have a certain amount of buy-in because they like us.
But training cats? Whoa!
“…two dawgs to improve their return to my whistle…”
It all starts with a leash, and the proper use thereof.
Food is the primary inducement, I have Iam’s mini-chunks in my pocket at all time.
Lavish praise is the reward they seek because they live to please the master.
Voice tone is the key.
high = good
low = bad
Patience works.