--Hans Christian Anderson
I have made no secret of the fact I love to lay inside a window and watch the wilds of nature work its magic. Napping in a sun puddle, watching those creatures called birds flit about and soaking up the strange odors are all in a days work for me.
So it should come as no surprise that while Mom sat on the deck, I parked myself on the floor next to the screen door. Perhaps the sunshine made her lightheaded and giddy, but for some reason she decided to bring me outside. Now in the past I have resisted this to the utmost of my ability. My fear of the "great outdoors" caused my claws to extend and my flight response to say feets don't fail me now!
However, my yoga and meditation have taught me to be more at ease within my own fur. I let Mom carry me outside and it was sensory overload. The smells, the sights, the sounds. The feel of sun unobstructed by a pane of glass! It only lasted but a mere couple minutes but filled my soul for days.
Will I return? I certainly hope so. Will I escape next time the door opens? Only time will tell.
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