"I have lived with several zen masters, all of them cats."-Eckart Tolle
My kitten can fly He does not know that cats cannot fly, so he launches himself off of just about any high place, apparently assuming he will go where he wishes. And he usually does!
Wilbur is light and muscular and seems to be threaded with elastic and rubber. He leaps without hesitation or regard to what is below, but only toward the object of his desire.
He kind of spreads out flat in midair, as if for aerodynamic effect. He slides, does rolling landings, and then skitters straight up objects as if they were horizontal!
He comes flying into the room, up the wall, across the air, bounces off the chair, and out of the room again, before you can even look up.
He can leap and catch the ball I throw in midair. The whole body, the whole being, shoots gracefully through the air, as one, unified missile of purpose. He can leap so effortlessly over the dog that he appears to float for a moment and land as if he had no weight at all.
I watch admiringly and learn, from this cat person, of the power of coherent intention and pure concentration.
"There is, incidentally, no way of talking about cats that enables one to come off as a sane person."
-Dan Greenberg
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