*One exercise in The Right to Write is to make a list of 100 of your favorite things and then take out the list to cheer yourself up or remove yourself from the "drama" of life. I decided to take one of my favorite things and just write about that. *
The sun's beam gently washes over her fur, sparkling against the striations of brown, orange, black and white. She's curled up in a ball, defying all logic and making me incredibly jealous at the same time. How wonderful to be able to close in on oneself like that! Her whiskers twitch as she scents something in her dream: a mouse? a bird? a bug? The fierce hunter within her is ready to pounce... but maybe later.
She opens one eye, partly, to see if there's anything for which she should feign interest. Finding nothing, she stretches out of her ball, extending her body to twice its former length. She lays there, looking vaguely sphinx-like in the sun: head held upright, eyes shut, paws outstretched. The sun dances across her fur making its own light show in the sparkle of reflection from her shiny coat.
A flexing of her claws in her sleep suggests contentment- not a cat on the hunt. The model of relaxation, a soft purr reverberates from deep within her chest, modulating in time to her breathing. Her purring, combined with the sun glinting off her fur, is enough to lightly hypnotize anyone nearby.
Her head relaxes, chin falling to rest on her outstretched paws, again defying all conceptions of flexibility. The pose looks so uncomfortable, yet the cat appears boneless, weightless and enviable as she naps in the soft light of day.
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...boneless, weightless and enviable.... These are a few of my favorite words. i know exactly of whom you write. Not only is SHE favorie, but how she IS is favorit...the furry, purry sun-catcher, the true cat of the house. Blessings on your capture of such a wonderful thing.
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