|Oh, yes. Those glowing eyes show just how|
mischievous this little guy is.
Anyway, at the end of my morning routine, I lie on the floor and meditate a little bit.
Currently, we have three cats. Two are pushing 13, while the third is only 3 years old, so he still has a lot of kitten to him.
The two older cats will watch me for a while, provided they feel like my company at the moment, but generally write their human's weird behavior off as whatever cats write it off as.
The little one? He's very interested in what I'm doing. Generally, he just sniffs at me, winds his way through my legs or headbutts me. Typical curious cat behavior. If I happen to be doing push ups, he'll lie down under me, because apparently I make a decent living blanket.
This morning, he didn't like my meditation. I felt him sniffing at my wrist, but ignored the sensation as best I could. His little nose bumped my skin just before his teeth tentatively closed in.
"Ow!" I reflexively yelped, though the nip didn't hurt much, and watched him sail right over my body, tail hooked playfully as he bolted under our Yule tree. He then proceeded to play hide and seek with me for a while.
Every time I tried sitting down, he'd peek around the corner, chirp at me, and go running off in a bid to get me to play as soon as I stood up.
Who knew yoga could rile cats up like that?