Meditation on a candle (with Wandering Gata in the background). 1

Szaloncica usually has dinner in his Szalon with the only company of the light of a candle. So lonely he is that he feels impelled to dance for his gata. He thinks about actually doing it (and many times he certainly does it, anyway, after dinner, up the stairs, going to his bedroom, part of the Szalon, though: a Szalon in cica terminology has to be conceived in very general terms). He eats and thinks, under the light; sometimes enthralled by his very deep thoughts. We are trying to communicate the intricacies of those thoughts here, hopefully successfully respecting the nuances of the cica philosophy.

Candles fascinate Szaloncica. He half closes his eyes, and stares at the mystery of the candle. He smokes his pipe after dinner, but he does not leave the table. The candle still lights the Szalon and attracts his attention. He smokes again, sips his glass of dark beer and thinks.

It is not the first time: Szaloncica has been able to develop a nice corpus of thoughts lately about the candle and the mystery of its small and quiet self consumption. Tonight is different, the train of thoughts, as modern journalist would say, is different, because Wandering Gata, his gata, the gata he dances for, has been recently visiting the Szalon, the Ország, Szaloncicaország, for being precise. Now, tonight, this night, everything makes a little more sense, thinks Szaloncica. He smiles approvingly. You can tell when a cat smiles if you look attentively to his whiskers: lightly upwards.

Difference is, very simply, Gata wears red beret and Szaloncica favours dark clothes. Mundane wardrobe options, certainly. But nonetheless... :somehow months of thoughts coalesce.

The wick of a candle is black, true. It burns, it burns endlessly, its end is bright and red, but the wick never dies, the fire, the flame breaths through it; but only very slowly dies, that wick. Yes, everything dies, but the wick only very slowly. It burns brightly though, sometimes the flame is high and defiant, and illuminates fiercely the room. But somehow, in exchange, you would expect a high and quickly paid price for such a daring feat. And it is not the case. It is not the case. Here lies Szaloncica's fascination with candles. What makes the candle burn but not being consumed by her own fire?

Szaloncicaország says goodbye to Wandering Gata

Szaloncica at the window of his Szalon, sadly saying goodbye to Wandering Gata after her official visit to Szaloncicaország. (Source: The Daily Miau)

Wandering Gata's official visit to Szaloncicaország

The Sunday Miau includes in its latest edition a long illustrated article reporting the recent visit of Wandering Gata to Szaloncicaország. Wandering Gata was received at Miau Airport by Szaloncica himself, who performed the customary Cica dance in honour of such privileged and well loved allied of Szaloncicaország. The entire Ország celebrated the arrival with street parties.
During her visit Wandering Gata resided in Szaloncica's Tower, the Presidential Palace. There she witnessed sportive events of the highest category. Gatolimpics were opened with the celebration of a new edition of the 6 seconds marathon (won by Szaloncica) and a new and challenging competition in which Szaloncica won the gold medal for putting back on his glasses.
Wandering Gata visited extensively the Ország and adjacent territories. She showed a great interest in a curious variety of sheeps, who in addition to peacefully gracing are reknowned for the strange ability of uttering very long, sad and subservient sounds that the reporter transcribed as "Orrrr-bá-a-a-a-annn!".

Szaloncicaország dances

When Szaloncica dances an entire country dances, reads the headline of The Daily Miau today. Indeed, Szaloncicaország knows how to dance. Everytime is needed, as Szaloncica reports, the Szaloncicaország Army intones the Cica battle hymn: “Macska induló”. “Kurrogj, kurrogj!” the army sings, while marching in support of all Cicas under threat anywhere. Cica's solidarity knows no bounds! The army is always confident, knowing the total support of the entire Ország, represented by, and incarnated in its President and Prime Minister, Szaloncica. But as the reports remarks, peaceful times are the norm. Respect for Szaloncicaország is paramount everywhere among all the relevant Powers. Therefore, a more subdued dance is regularly performed in the Ország. Actually every Ország shares this beautiful practice: a sign, no doubt, of the right Cica consciousness. Certainly, all Cicas dance for their gatas. A very different kind of dance, whose peculiarities are visible inmediately. Let's not loose sight of Szaloncica's mentioned report in The Daily Miau and the best description of this peaceful dance. The entire Szaloncicaország dances for his gata, writes Szaloncica. A self-contained, little dance, apparently. Almost unnoticeable, but an entire country dances, reminds us The Daily Miau. Then, the important moment arrives, when Wandering Gata -and we are sure, The Daily Miau continues, a similar phenomenon happens in every Ország-, stands in her two feet and rubs her head against Szaloncica.Whiskers entangled. Szaloncica whispers then gently to her gata's ears: “kurrogj”. And Wandering Gata replies slowly: “krrrr”.

Autumn games

Szaloncicaország opened the Autumn Gatolympic Games. But a lot of cold wind entered through the opened door into the Szalon. Szaloncica decided to postpone the games until further notice and proceded to organise a magnificient closing ceremony of the Autumn Gatolympic Games.

Szaloncica in his szalon (enjoying a traditional bock beer)

Szaloncica is wise

The Sunday Miau publishes a reportage on Szaloncica intellectual activities. According to the newspaper, Szaloncica, Prime Minister of Szaloncicaország, spends most of this time in his Szalon, dealing with the political affairs of the Orzsag, smoking a pipe full of aromatic tobacco. Sometimes he seems to sleep, but that is when he is actually engaged in deep philosophical thoughts about the cica condition, whe he actually sleeps he dreams of Wandering Gata.