I simply wrapped up an hour of yoga in my front room, or as I wish to confer with it, “Downward Dog, Stalker Cat.”
As quickly as I unroll the mat, there he’s. Our grey-and-white-noticed fiend, Guy. Waiting. Plotting. Scheming.
Maybe it’s the siren name of the on-line yoga teacher calling out poses in her soothing voice.
Maybe it’s the mat, which is tender and blue and doubtless feels humorous underneath his little paws.
Or perhaps it’s me. The sight of me huffing and puffing as I wrench myself into triangle pose is little question hilarious. Maybe he needs a entrance row view.
I assume it doesn’t actually matter. The level is, I can’t do yoga with out Guy underfoot. Under upward canine. Under every thing.
It begins out properly sufficient, with a number of mild head-butts and a number of purring. Then, he swats at my naked toes. Suddenly, for no obvious purpose, he ramps up the aggression and nips at no matter physique half is closest – often once I’m balanced precariously on two of my obtainable 4 limbs and unable to push him away.
I can solely cease him by throwing a hair tie throughout the room. He scrambles after it. Brings it again. I throw the hair tie once more.
This cycle is repeated dozens of occasions throughout a 60-minute yoga session. It’s not notably calming.
“That cat is the stupidest animal I’ve ever seen,” says my husband. Frequently. (For all his good qualities, he isn’t a cat individual.)
“But look. He’s really well-trained.” I decide up the hair tie and hurl it over the couch, watching Guy rocket previous us to catch it.
“Who’s training who?” He has some extent. The cat brings the hair tie again, however plops it down 5 or 6 ft away from me. So that I’ve to desert my mat and get it, simply to throw it to him and begin the dance once more.
And sure, I self-discipline the cat. (And sure, that’s an inherently silly sentence.) We have a couple of water bottles positioned strategically all through the home. He will get a squirt if he assaults somebody’s ankles, or swipes at a random passer-by.
But he is aware of I can’t attain the bottle once I’m in plank place. It’s like a ‘Get Out of Jail Free’ card.
I do know what he needs, past the thrill of chasing his beloved hair tie.
Animals are quite a bit like youngsters in that respect.
Guy has scratched our furnishings and left cat hair on each piece of black clothes we personal. He is aggressive, unrepentant and moody. On the different hand – and sometimes inside the similar 10-minute time span – he’s tremendous-affectionate, a snuggly lap cat who can’t get sufficient head rubs. Not to say drop-lifeless beautiful.
I am keen on him.
I like his spunk even once I’m washing the blood off my face.
And fact be advised, I’m tremendous envious of the method he arches into cat place with no pressure in any respect.
Charlotte tweets @ChLatvala.