This is Smokey, during a recently Everyday Tarot draw. She thought she’d jump in the middle of what I was doing to help. It’s exactly as much help as it looks like it would be.
We sometimes call her Buddha cat, both for her Buddha belly and ironically, since her temperament is known to be..uh, not very Zen. She doesn’t join me for many readings because she prefers not to be shut in the room.
That is Jewels, keeping me company during a reading. She’s more than happy to be in the room while I read–she sometimes gets mad if I don’t let her in and cries incessantly outside the door, as some of my clients can no doubt attest. Isn’t she adorable?
They do remind me to be more Zen. No creature on Earth seems to know more about living in the moment than a cat. Or maybe it’s just my cats. I don’t know.
Do your little furry friends help you, too?
I always love when you mention your kitty helpers! Smokey looks exactly like one of the many cats I grew up with. He was ironically a very Zen kitty when he was at home/dixiblog/domains/afoolsjourney.com/public_html. But when he got out, he always came back with a scar or two. :laugh:
I wouldn’t call this help… but when I finally sit down to focus and begin a reading.. that’s when the cats start bugging each other: goldy has an assortment of whines and cleo hisses at the other two and… basically as I get calm, they get wild… I have my ways to shush it all and then they settle but it ALWAYS happens at these moments!
I love the name Buddha Cat!
I miss my cats, so much. the week before we lost Minnie, when she seemed to be fine, she shot onto the table, and scattered my Paulina Tarot. That was when I chose the Death card, as my lesson of the day, and was hoping it wasn’t confirming an actual death (it heralded five).
The dogs pitch in, when it comes to sitting on the cards, though.
And, yes, they did used to calm me down. I used to be pretty zen about most things, anyhow, but losing them in succession, after losing my dog, my cousin, and last year, my cat and my grandmother – too much. And shame on those who have so enjoyed kicking me when I’ve been down, and admittedly not feeling myself (more emotionally unstable).