There’s a connection with this cat I can’t explain.
I’d love to know what’s she thinking and yet it shows how close you can be without speech, layers of understanding. She seems to like hearing my voice even though we spend hours of companionable silence.
Little paws on my thigh, face up towards me – ‘here I am, scratch my chin’.
What’s with the to and fro, the twirling to find a position? Share some space with me, I’ve moved my phone and tiger balm – you can have half the couch.
I wonder how far their eyes can see, how much their memory holds. I wonder if I was a cat in a past life, or if in fact she’s warming up to a human rebirth.
From the Buddhist point of view I know that we are karmically connected and will be together in future lives in some way. She keeps me warm when it’s cold, or vice versa? And tries to comfort me when I’m sick.