Cat Sitting

I lived at daughter Miki's house in Bloomington this last week, cat-sitting while she and Kevin went on a trip. Much of the inside of the house enjoyed a recent renovation, and it is lovely. While there I read and watched movies and slept a lot, went for walks and sat outside in the sunshine with nothing to do but just "be". There were no shoulds and oughts (other than feeding the cats) so I just let my mind and body float through the days.




The cats, Maurice and Kahlo, were very entertaining. Their personalities are quite different, and I found it amazing that they were able to communicate so well, non-verbally, with one another and with me. Part of the charm of my stay was that those cats generated a lot of laughter, and there's much balm for the soul in laughter. Of course, I couldn't resist generating a little stress by working on an impossible puzzle that I had spread all over their dining table.


Home now and all caught up with the bookkeeping and laundry and emails and phone calls. I find that I am completely relaxed and contented... well, almost comatose, after a week of quiet ease. Of course, it is always nice to be back in one's own home, but I hope Miki asks me again when she needs a cat-sitter.