Meow Meow Om

My cat is my little Buddha. She is a reminder of the impermanence of everything. She is a bit like life...she has about 50 personalities and you never know which one you are going to get next. Sometimes she's really cute and purring; sometimes she's attacking (and more than in a playful way); sometimes she's running 50 miles an hour across the living room, being completely psycho. When she graces me with her presence by sitting with me on the couch or bed for a few moments, I pet her and think, "this is only going to last for a few moments. Soon she is going to run away and turn into another cat." And thus is life: and, why would we expect it any other way? But we do. We expect things to last forever, or we hope they don't, but I'll tell you what: when Mrs. Meow Meow feels like attacking, she's going to attack until she feels like stopping. Do I really have any control over her? I can get her down off the computer keyboard; I can yell at her to stop scratching the wall; but she is her own person and basically, as long as she isn't destroying anything of worth, she'll do what she likes.
And I wouldn't want her any other way. Sometimes, when I doing yoga in the mornings, she will sense the calm within me and lay by me while I am doing a downward facing dog. Or when I am feeling under the weather, she may surprise me by rubbing her head against my hand and giving me a little love nibble. Frustrating sometimes? Yes. Loving sometimes? Yes. Wild sometimes? Absolutely. But she IS. That's all. She Is.