Many of my ideas about movement and softness, grace and harmony come from the observation of cats. It's not that cats necessarily embody these qualities better than humans,
Her name was Sophie and she came to inspire me with not just her grace, but her persistence and perseverance for life for over 15 years. One more than one occasion I remember her going missing. We had recently moved from a town flat to the country and an isolated Olive farm. We assumed she had
Then I heard the miaow. Between the screeching and the flapping of wings a feint miaow came again, and I ran along the track, shouting at the vulture to leave and scanning for signs of movement from within the thorny gorse bushes that had spread so far over the abandoned lands.
Sophie emerged. Thin as a pencil and with her tongue down to her knees.
It took a while before her tail once more could raise itself above her head, before she once more resembled a normal member of her species and not a piece of string. But she recovered well enough within a few months, to take-on and win a fight with a large snake, and to chase off curious foxes approaching the house
There were other times too when we felt she had come to the end of her nine lives (or 7 as it is believed here). We would grieve her passing, only to find her return a few weeks carrying
But last week she handed in the towel, or perhaps more
And so Sophie inspired me even as she left. Her quiet and graceful departure reminds me to live as she did. Close to those I love and with a capacity to participate and enjoy the moment, even if it should be my very last.
These lessons I incorporated into several chapters in Bean Curd Boxing: Cat
It is to that end that I write this post, in gratitude and in memory of the movements of one small animal that inspired me to put pen to paper and to walk with a lighter step upon this earth.
Below I am reproducing the