Recent DNA studies suggest that cats entered the human sphere during the Neolithic period, at the dawn of agriculture, when Felis silvestris lybica, the Arabian and African subspecies of wildcat, developed a high tolerance for living among people. (In 2004, researchers in Cyprus found a cat skeleton carefully buried with a human in a ninety-five-hundred-year-old grave.) As grain storage became common and mice became a problem, cats wandered into settlements in the Fertile Crescent. And when the technology of agriculture was transferred to other cultures cats went with it: the genetic fingerprint of all domestic cats can be traced back to the delicate wildcats that decided to improve the human experience with their presence about twelve thousand years ago.

The  rippling of the branches
In front of the  gentle white clouds
Seems to have little pattern
Yet the  red sun governs all
Both the swift and the slow
In the heart of the dark shrubs
Insects work patiently
Follow their inner logic
Like mini-computers
Reproduce as appointed
If only my computer could
Reproduce;what a saving
Of course we’d need updates
It is not the survival
Of the fittest computer
But the prices ;what will sell?
Computers don’t make love nor
War.They are patient like
Tombstones. by the ancient wall
Of Tudor brick near the path.
Can laptops be cremated?
Will the patient churchmen know?
This is a new one for them.
Jesus had no computer
It is inappropriate
To even ponder such   houghts.
He spoke and people listened
That is what makes us human