A fine habit truly. Especially when not feeling very good. Otherwise, I prefer to go for walks with Billy and whiskey and the man.

I am panicking at the thought of having lost my Tummo. Life goes on though, assures me Buddha. And she was simply old, anouk. Like you had asked to see her , ripe and wise.  Will you see her again like she said you would when you asked? Your answer is already known to you on that front. I know your thrilling idea is to be Tummo's cat when she is human. That would be fair and fun. And a tribute to this lifetime. Thanks for sharing this thought: it is fun, alive and whimsical and eternal.