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This morning I put on a new yoga tape and tried to get through the first side. It left me thoroughly refreshed and energized but that was more because of half an hour of belly laughs than the effects of the yoga. As I first sat crosslegged on the mat, my cat Thistle came and paraded back and forth in front of me, whining, for about five minutes. Then she decided she needed to investigate something invisible on my sweatpants leg and spent another five minutes sniffing it carefully, centimeter by square centimeter. I pretended to ignore her. The tape, by the way, is on Kundalini Yoga so by this time I was breathing rhythmically and quite audibly. That brought Spicy the tabby running, and that's when the session collapsed completely. Every time I raised some part of my body she'd get under it. If there was any opening, say, between my calf and thigh, she'd squeeze into it. When I did the navel stretch and lifted my butt she not only got under it but crawled up into the back of my shirt. While I did the corpse pose she got on top of me and when I started the breath of fire she dug in for the ride.
Spicy was all prepared for the cat stretch--she was already stretched out on top of me. When I chanted she stuck her face in mine and watched my lips intently, making small answering noises. After a few minutes she'd had enough of that, put back her ears, and fled. But only for a moment. She came flying back and jumped on my stomach with a four-footed THUD. Perhaps she thought she'd knock some sense into me that way. Everything she did, incidentally, was done with great energy, shining eyes, and loud purring so I'd have to say Spicy's first session of Kundalini Yoga was very successful. Me, I'm still laughing. Namaste.
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