“Time spent with cats is never wasted.” ~ Sigmund Freud
“There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.” ~ Bernard Williams
Sometimes I really want a dog. These daze (pun intended), maybe even most of the time. I have been suffering a rather serious (physical) ailment, and a family member who would be ecstatically happy to see me come home, who would be a whore for my love, and who would understand at least a few f-in’ words of English would certainly alleviate my darker moods.
But don’t tell all that to Cleopatra. Who is certainly not a dog.
Cleo is a cat. And I have had many. Cats I mean, not Cleos. Although I do adore the right dog, I am also honest with myself: I, in no way, want the daily duties (and doodies) that caring for a canine involves. Leaving for a long 3-day weekend? Just leave dry food and water out for the cat and she’ll slothfully sleep away your absence. Have a social engagement straight from work? Don’t worry about the cat pissing on your curtains and leaving you a welcome-home surprise on the living room rug! Unless you count vomit.
Luckily, Okinawa, along with much of the rest of the Far East of Asia, offers just the right mix…of both. Shisa (シーサー Shīsā,), or “lion-dogs,” are perhaps the ubiquitous, most visually recognizable and culturally distinct artifact of the Okinawan culture. These effigies, large and small and stylized in any number of ways, can be found standing guard on most tiled rooftops, flanking the gates to homes, or gracing the entrances to businesses and shops all over Okinawa, all to help ward off evil.
Don’t get me wrong, I still very much love my cat. Problem is my cat apparently loves my wife…more. Cleo was adopted along with her brother by me in 2010 BJE (Before Jody Era) when they were just eight weeks old. The previous winter Sammy, my favorite cat ever (don’t tell Cleo this, either), went missing. After somewhat recovering from that mammoth loss, I was ready for more cat-company. Cleopatra and Alexander grew up as indoor cats, but become indoor-outdoor tabbies since Jody’s house came complete with a small pet-door. Cleo was always very aloof and distant, letting her brother be the warm, loveable cat. The very day he went missing, however, her personality underwent a radical metamorphism. Afterwards a much more vocal and affectionate feline…for a girl-cat…she is still no…well…dog.
A relative of the Chinese shishi, lion-dogs were first introduced to Okinawa in the 14th century via trade and cultural exchange with the nearby Chinese mainland. However, shisa and its forerunner shishi both share a common ancestry with the Persian empires of long ago, where they took the form of more traditional (Asiatic) lions, and which traditions moved East with trade on the fabled Silk Road. Interestingly, they along with European-centric and beasty gargoyles of gothic times all serve very similar roles. The oldest shisa on Okinawa, dating to 1498, continues to stand guard on a bridge at Shuri, although now certainly worn and weathered.
If you haven’t figured it out, I remain a rather hard-core cat person. I respect their lofty independence and envy their sleep schedule. But sometimes it’s very frustrating to talk to your cat, only to be met with vacant, silent contempt. It’s beyond me that cats just can’t figure out certain words (besides their names), or bring a frickin’ toy back after they bat it all the way under the large love-seat in the corner.
Chinese guardian lions (Chinese: 獅; shī; literally “lion”), often called “Foo Dogs” in the West, date back to roughly the 1st Century BCE, and by the 6th century CE, they were popularly depicted guardian figures. Pairs of guardian lion statues (hence shi became shishi) are still common decorative and symbolic elements at the entrances to restaurants, hotels, supermarkets and other structures throughout China and in most corners of the globe where Chinese have settled, especially in local “Chinatowns.”
Cleo doesn’t do much guarding around our household, except from maybe spiders and roaches. The mere sound of the doorbell brings on high-alert, and I’m not sure who would be more of a scaredy-cat if an actual ghost were to appear. All I know is that she fits easily under the bed, which in the feline realm apparently is instinctually employed as a domestic surrogate for cavernous and secret shelter.
One the of primary differences between Chinese shishi and Okinawa shisa is that in the former’s case, the male rests his paw upon a gold-embroidered ball, which in Chinese imperial historical contexts represents worldwide supremacy, while the nurturing female guards a cub with a frightful open-mouth roar. Okinawan shisa are also displayed in a pairing of the sexes, one with a closed mouth on the left to keep in spirits of virtue, and the other on the right with an open mouth to frighten away the wicked. Although there is some debate about their sex, it seems that most often the male is considered the closed-mouth lion. This may or may not have anything to do with how much women like to talk…(wink).
Although originally fearsome and regal guardians of royal palaces and shrines, today’s Okinawan shisa are found to be much more frolicsome, and sometimes almost cartoonishly humorous, especially like those in tourist gift shops. Long before Jody actually considered moving to Asia, she banished my old shisa from the inside of her house. She actually was a little disturbed by their fearsome, foreign appearance. They sat outside bordering our front door, and since they were made of resin and not designed for outdoor use, they were ravaged by the Florida weather and sub-tropical sun. Our domicile, however, remained shielded from supernatural things bad, and they continue to stand watch today at the threshold of our condo in Okinawa. But this time they are just inside the door (wink)!
Now that Jody understands their fundamental role as protectors, she is at ease with their presence. And she even wants to replace the ones damaged. Quite honesty, though, it’s hard to push my shisa aside simply to get “fresher” ones. It seems at once disloyal and superstitiously unethical, both reasons why I have undoubtedly failed to settle on a replacement pair. All this much to Jody’s ongoing chagrin and growing guilt. If she had her way, we would have a whimsically playful pair of protectors. What good would that do?!?
Cleo is actually highly regarded by all our friends and cat-sitters. She is playful, seeks attention, and has a serious and somewhat embarrassing fetish for shoes, socks and feet (the more smelly the better). But only men’s feet. Go figure. I do believe that while she may not have spider-sense about impending earthquakes that happen here – she barely wakes up for them – she does influence our potentially paranormal surrounds. I’m just not sure which way.
So, do I really want a dog? Nah, I don’t. Me and my miniature lion guard get along just swell. After all, I’m counting on her to help protect me from my illness getting any worse. And while a puppy’s tongue may be good therapy, a purring cat’s trusting cuddle is sometimes all the security I need.
For more photos of Okinawan Shisa, please see my Flickr collection here: Shisa
For more reading on Shisa, please see my blog on the Tomori Stone Lion
Finally, to hear about how I almost killed during our move to the Far East, see Nine Lives & Hard Travels