Hi, it’s me, Bobby,
Boy, am I sleepy….Yawn…prrrr….stretch. And I think I know why.
A few evenings ago we had a meditation here at Wildworks. It was led by a Buddhist monk and it was so relaxing that I still can’t seem to wake up. Feel like I’ve been rolling in catnip…Purrr…
Recently we had a big enclosure built here called the “Freedom Cage”. That’s where the meditation was held. It’s at the top of the hill backing up to the woods and all the wild animals here at the Center take turns in there romping around and stalking birds and squirrels and stuff. It’s way cool. However, none of us were invited to the meditation because if we were loose and running around in the Freedom Cage where everyone was seated with their eyes closed looking like prey, we might of gotten a little too frisky and bitten the backs of their necks! But we were all listening. Even from my enclosure at the bottom of the hill, my antennae-like ears heard everything. But, for a change, there wasn’t much to hear because the people who attended were quiet. And when I say quiet– I mean completely quiet. Silent–for over an hour. Can you imagine? They must’ve set some kind of record for the human race! I’ve been around people my whole life and for sensitive wild cats like myself the noise level alone can kill ya! As John Muir once said “Even the frightened trees would run away if they could.” Rooow!
So, usually, I’m not all that crazy about a bunch of humans coming here and interrupting my cat naps. Normally, they’re so loud and irritating that I can’t even hear myself think much less get in my 20 hours of shut-eye. But these people were different. They were watching and listening— like wild animals. And I liked having them here because they were special. Like me.
Let’s do it again soon, Mollie.
Catch ya later,
Purr, yawn…snore…
Bobby
