One in a Million . . .

. . . reasons I love cats is that they know what works for them. They accept no substitutes. They choose what works for them, over that which doesn’t, with a calm but insistent devotion.

Finding the right space for one’s self, as my cats remind me, makes even the most harrowing journey worth it.

Sometimes (rarely) my cats end up in the same space.

A colleague blogs about the Feldenkrais Method®, the movement work we both practice. Recently she quoted the founder on the subject of our all-too-human willingness to sell ourselves out under pressure from the herd. Feldenkrais reportedly said (in English, one of six languages he spoke): “Would we know to be in Siberia and go to Cairo for warmth? We would have there a psychiatrist teaching us to adapt ourselves to Siberian cold and stay there. But millions and billions of birds go half the earth around to go to the places they like.”

To quote my favorite superhero:

I yam what I yam.

–Popeye the Sailor Man 

Art by Bud Sagendorf, fair use I hope

It’s August 7th, the third anniversary of the last day of Fang’s life. I’d like to remember him that way, instead of on the day of his death.  If you didn’t know Fang, please honor him by clicking on the widget with his picture in the right margin.

Fang and Bugs then.

Fang now.