No matter what kind of stressed-out day I’ve had, when I arrive home, my cats make me happy to be alive and to be sharing the day with them.  They usually twine themselves around my ankles, begging for immediate food and attention. If, after removing my coat, I  collapse into a chair,they jump up on my lap and kneed my legs with their paws, so that I feel like a surrogate mama cat.  The fact that I am important to them and their main focus enables me to enter the “moment” of just being; of connecting with a friend who is glad that I’ve come home.


In Praise of Pets

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