He has a very effective way of communicating this want: he demolishes that which has my attention at that precise moment.
So it may be my newspaper, or my box of tissues, or he bites my Mac, or - in this case - he hurtles pieces of my centre piece all across the table.
Look at him, looking innocent.
I always observe my pets with interest, as they have the ability to totally live in the moment. Mindfulness in motion. Or in immobility, as the case may be.
Take Gina. After a rainy start of the day (she was safe in her basket, no need for walkies, thank you), the sun is now out, and look...she ambles into the garden and searches out the sunniest spot.
I will have to take her walking soon though, otherwise she will demonstrate her wish for a pee in the copse by digging a hole in my flower bed.
Meanwhile, halfway through my spring break: I am still winding down from work.
I read, I attempt to get a blues lick into my fingers (don't say anything, thanks. Taking up the guitar at age 55 is a challenge, to put it mildly), I look at the flowers, I look at the pile of washing and quickly look away, I idly wonder if my son will be satisfied with just potatoes for dinner (no!)....and the day just passes.
And it is bliss.
Wat een leuke huisdieren zijn het toch!! Gina die lekker in de zon gaat liggen en Viggo die je bloemstuk terroriseert haha!
ReplyDeleteJa, ze zijn....wat zijn ze....essentiëel, is het woord. Ik zou het leven erg vlak/saai/doods vinden zonder iedere 5 minuten op te moeten springen voor een hond die er uit wil, of een kat die wil eten, of een hond die er in wil, of een kat die weer wil eten...etcetera :-)
DeleteEn dan hebben we het nog niet eens over mijn vissen gehad :P