My creative meditation class took a turn

My creative meditation class took a turn to the unnerving the other day. We were planing off the coast of the ancient moon lake when I was jolted awake. Everyone was still in state

across the lake, trying to identify the source of the howl but it went silent. After a few minutes, whatever it was howled again- it was closer. Everyone else was still unconscious

when my dog named 'Dog Breath' came in the room I breathes a sigh of relief. As the others were still unconscious it gave me the chance to play a game of tug-of-war. I won of cours

-e because my dog, "Dog Breath" has no legs. Sure, he never let's go of the toy, but I can drag him all over the house.

And he makes a great draught excluder. And gets on very well with the postman. In fact, the no-legs thing is nothing short of a blessing. Which is why, when I bought a cat, I swift

Ly had her spayed. I cannot have a house of cats. My mum was willing to help out. We both loved cats. There was too much noise for the cats to want to go out. People drive like

they regret not asking themselves then what they know now that they should have asked themselves then. Cats are the same way; in their own way. The Way of the Cat (Ch. 38) Eliot te

-aches us that we should never ask a cat anything. Not even if the cat wants din-din or walkies. If we really love our cats we should know that they always want din-din and walkies

. I have never met a cat who wanted walkies - Cats want in when they're out & out when they're in. I decided either this cat advice was for the dogs or the advisor was barking mad.