My cat blesses things by sitting on them. She thinks that’s perfectly appropriate, and doesn’t seem to care if there are other feelings on the subject.
She generates a fair bit of brain juice for me. That said, normally, having my center of attention occluded by a messy floof with gemlike eyes has not been high on my list of useful experiences.
Today, for a change, I worked around it. As soon as I really needed her out of the way, she moved off my notes and let me turn the page.
She must be feeling merciful.
Now she’s draping her tail over my notebook. I think this is the equivalent of a benediction.
I think cats are here to teach us to communicate. She has been communicating blessings & benedictions all this time, and I thought she was just getting in the way.
Like a missionistic preacher, she doesn’t always realize that her blessings and benedictions might be poorly timed, or even unwelcome.
She’s working on her timing. There is no power in heaven or earth that can persuade her she’s ever unwelcome.
I’m OK with that.