A full-body massage starts the day. Followed by a lite breakfast and a leisurely morning around the house.
Lunch at noon. And a luxurious nap until sunset.
Then it's time for supper and play.
Yes, the cat is king of routines.
There was a time when I feared my routines were poor substitutes for real living.
Now I can see they create a predictable framework in an unpredictable and often cruel world.
And as we grow old, the routines grow ever more precious. Towards the end, they may be all we can really count on.
That's why I believe old women deserve their tea served precisely to their liking.
1 comment:
What a great post. I've often thought, observing cats, that they know some secret that we don't.
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