A minor miracle of sorts has occurred in my reality flow. The cat who for years has craved his own personal space, for some inexplicable reason this past month or so now cannot get enough time right on top of me. All on his little own, the lusciousness that is our cat Luke, will nestle in whatever nook on my person is currently available by body positioning. He will nest in… and then, seemingly endlessly, out will emanate a deep rolling purr that just doesn’t quit. The new physical closeness with this precious animal moves me to the core of my being.
So it is that I find quite often in the flow of my days at home, I stop the entire world and just allow myself to be present with this amazing life force. I place my hands on each side of his little body, close my eyes and ride the feeling of the healing** vibration he shares. What a gift for being fully engaged with the subtle deliciousness of connection.
Luke is a TINY being, tipping the scales at only about 4 pounds soaking wet. But one must not allow oneself to be mislead and judge by size. This little entity is a ferocious force to be reckoned with. He is the cat that stops traffic and immediately gets passed around in admiration and for squeezes by everyone at every vet office he has ever been to (and unfortunately over the course of his life there have been too many).
How I came to be Luke’s is actually quite a story (and that is right, he is not mine, I am definitely smitten-ly his :)). In fact, it was his mother who choose me to be his human family member. As he was the first pet of my life and not really knowing better back when, I went to a breeder who was advertising Persian kittens for sale. I had seen a white Persian cat with green eyes when out house hunting and instantly fell in love. So this is how I found myself on a random Thursday night 16 1/2 years ago sitting cross legged on the floor while a breeder proceeded to open a door leading into her living room, allowing 4 little balls of Persian fluff to come running into the room. I was enchanted.
However, after a few minutes of playing with these Persian kittens, out of the corner of my eye I saw a little Himalayan cat with what looked like a small dust bunny attached to her tail enter the room. Slowly this cat made her way close enough to me so I could see that it was actually a tiny kitten trailing her! As the cat & her kitten were moving toward me, I asked the breeder about this as she had not advertised any Himalayan kittens for sale. I was informed that the litter of Luke’s 5 brothers and sisters had already been sold and that this little guy, being the runt, had not had an auspicious start. He had already almost died several times and she still was not sure he was actually going to make it. Because of this, she informed me, she was not going to sell him.
By the time her explanation was complete, this Himalayan mother cat had settled down right next to my leg and proceeded to start letting her little fur ball nurse. Not having any real experience with pets, I sat engrossed watching this tender exchange. After a bit, this mom then gently groomed her son, cleaning up all the milk on his face. She nudged and nuzzled him a bit more and then, proceeding to pick him up by the nape of his neck, turned towards me and placed him gently in my lap. She looked up at me with her beautiful blue knowing eyes for a moment and walked away. I looked at the breeder and the stunned breeder looked back at me. The rest, as they say, is joyful history.
With all that is currently going on in my corner of the adventure (so much requesting attention), upcoming in our world also is time scheduled visiting with British family. My delightful husband just talked with me about the possibility of spending a few weeks in France as well as a treat for me. I told him thank you, but no thank you.
Time in Paris vs. time spent present with the purr??? …no contest. Precious moments spent with Luke win hands down. Besides, at its root, being in Paris is only ever a state of mind anyway. 🙂
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