Yoga Cat Purrs

On my yoga mat, I undulate on all fours

from cat to cow, cow to cat.

In comes cat, black and sleek,

slithering under my belly,

disappearing into my hair.

I smile.

He purrs.

A throaty, bubbling contentment,

like champagne,

tickles my ears, while

my hair

tickles his nose.

He is an effervescent miracle of Divine Love,

our beloved yoga cat.

7 thoughts on “Yoga Cat Purrs

  1. Marlene Williamson

    Awwwwwwwwwww! I love it! What a sweetheart!! I remember him when he was a baby and he took his first leap up onto the kichen counter when he was just a few months old. Shocked the heck outta me! Ha!

    1. Rhonda Ashurst Post author

      Yes, you were here when he was just a baby and I was still in Colorado. How things change! He still makes wild leaps up on the high ledges in the house and it always surprises me too. What a delight he is, just like your sweet girls.

  2. Marlene Williamson

    Once a leaper………..always a leaper. It’s interesting how some are really good at it and others not. We have one of each. 🙂

  3. Marta

    It’s fun having furry yoga mat partners – Nikko and Mercy love it when I’m at their level! Wonderful writing my dear friend!! Thank you!! xoxo

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