There haven't been any Bengals in far too long here on this Blog! I believe firmly, if a women is going to live with five Leopards, she ought to post a few pictures from time to time. So tonight, all Bengals. Not a word about FIT, or how sore I am, or how I got saddened today trying to Roller Blade with the Dog.

That's F2 King Lear the Huge in the Forest Bedroom.

And King Lear the Huge a little closer.

Ok, maybe a word or two about how I got saddened trying to Roller Blade with the Dog. I should have been HAPPY. After all, neither of us was injured. We got out in the sunshine. Lola needed a run, and I had no workout planned. All good things. But I didn't get very far. Total leg Goo. Pain. The Muscles (if there were any) failed. Three years ago, I did that entire trail, albeit without a dog on leash, but now? I can't do it.

And I think that's the hardest thing about getting FIT again, is that it's going to take time. You work as hard as you can, and each time you get a little further, each time you fail, you get up and DO IT THE HECK AGAIN.

And you never never never give up.

But I didn't have any mental reserves. I'm tired. In my body and head. I've been working out, as of today, for three weeks. I had gigs the last two nights. It's all gone.

That's the danger point. How do you keep going when there's nothing there, and you are saddened?

This is Lear's friend, Little Queen Mab. She watches things. And considers them carefully.

Lear is very protective of Mab. He worries for her. Nothing worries Queen Mab. Lear worries less than he used to. He has learned how to believe, and to trust.

This is like some sort of out-take shot from Bengals Illustrated. Like "What the heck? Where's our cue? What's our motivation? We'll be in our dressing room, get some decent crew"


Cats know how to stretch for what they want. And when to relax and when a nap is just exactly what's needed. Mim is also good about pissing on something to make a point. She makes that point. Every time.

F1 Magic and Venus share the Purple Chaise in the Romance Room. Magic let me tickle his tummy for the first time when I came home today. He's a part of us now, tho it took a very long time to get there, it's worth it. Many, many times over.

Here's Magic and the Swam Soup Tureen, which I keep on the floor in the Romance Room since I can't imagine having people over for dinner and bringing out the soup in it. What I really wonder tho about it was who made it, what did they dream of, and what path led them to see that dream thru? You can dream dreams and end up with a Swan Tureen. But if you aren't on that path,if you aren't HERE, you never will be.

See how well I can wax philosophical when I have had very little sleep, and very many workouts? The mind will get there. And so will the body.

I think the answer to how you keep going when there's nothing there is you simply do. You stay on that path. You skate further on that trail every day and you never never never give up.

And at the end, there's Venus. With the Stardust Dress standing gauard in the Romance Room.

Love and Bengals,
Lorraine