Every time I am home, I think about travelling. But every time I am at some hotel while travelling I think about being home with my fat cat. She sets very clear boundaries. No hugging. Don't move too fast and too close to her. But when the evening comes she sits down next to me on the sofa and lets me pet her. She loves to be rubbed on her stomach, her fluffy beige patch. She then flips onto her back and while purring, she intermittently extends and bends her front paws. She relaxes me. She calms me down. She makes me feel the coolest and the most powerful being in the world. She inspires and motivates to create. She participates in my yoga and meditation practice. As the best in the family would, as the best friend would. She understands everything. She knows when I need her support. She knows when to walk away. Occasionally scratches the beep out of the sofa...preferably, incredibly early in the morning.
Tatara Triptic, 2019
Although, I feed her and take care of her needs, I am not 100 percent sure who takes care of whom. She makes me feel needed when I feel lonely, she brings a smile to my face when I need a cheer, she purrs when I need to know that it will be ok.
When I come back home from a travel, she lets me hear it. When she hears my voice in the front door she starts! She meows like she wants to say, "where the hell have you been! Do I have to do everything in this home!" Then she lays down by my head and purrs all night long till its time to wake up and open a fresh can of SHEBA in a flavour of seafood pate to be specific!
I am convinced that cars have been put on this planet to take care of us and keep this world a better place. Cheers to all cat lovers!
