Fluffy joined me for my nightly round of meditation a couple of days ago. Folded up on the rug beside me, her continuous purr evoked the ringing of a meditation bowl. I followed the sound into the stillness.
As I settled in the next night, she padded softly across the floor of my study to the nook I use as a meditation space. I waited expectantly for her to settle into her spot on the rug and to hear her purr signal the start of our sitting time. Oh dear... Fluffy is in a carnivorous mood, not a contemplative one! She pounced on my feet, upturned in lotus. I unceremoniously removed her. She came back. I patiently escorted her out and firmly closed the door. She clawed at the door. At which I point I surrendered any idea of sitting in silence, retrieved her and prayed night prayer while she played with the ribbons in my breviary.