We are cat sitting for our son’s cat, Izzy. Izzy is five years old and although new to our family, without a doubt she was a member of a loving family for the first five years of her life. How do I know? Simple! Izzy knows how to nap. At the moment she is napping on my chair in the Angel Room. When I get up and the chair rocks, Izzy stays napping. In the morning she doesn’t beat me downstairs for her breakfast, but takes her leisurely time waking up and sauntering down. Izzy doesn’t get distracted or skittish. She just keeps napping.
So, I ask myself, “Does Izzy have anything to teach me about the art of napping or should I just enjoy her rhythm?” Probably both. Izzy is calm, not anxious. She doesn’t seem to have a lot on her mind and is able to tend to things at her own slow, thoughtful pace. All good napping (and living) lessons, for me… But I can't overdo this. After all..., I’m not a cat.
So, I ask myself, “Does Izzy have anything to teach me about the art of napping or should I just enjoy her rhythm?” Probably both. Izzy is calm, not anxious. She doesn’t seem to have a lot on her mind and is able to tend to things at her own slow, thoughtful pace. All good napping (and living) lessons, for me… But I can't overdo this. After all..., I’m not a cat.