The Hidden Lives of Pets … and Their Human
It was evening, three nights ago, on the heels of a semi-demanding day. I was feeling a little ragged, needing a reset. As common remedy, I sat in meditation (that helped), did some stretching (helped some more), ate a banana (usually helps), a piece of dark chocolate (always excellent), then petted and marveled at the sleeping sanctity of the feline wonders I share this home with. That should’ve nailed it, and no small feat, as any human owned by cats would attest. The sheer privilege allowed in stroking them – anytime – most certainly in their cloud of slumber with the answers to all of life’s questions. (Or, at least any that truly matter.) The act of petting and observing these professional nappers is in itself a meditation, and, in the peculiar offing of my mood that day (any day), I was envious. Whatever are they dreaming?? – I wondered. …