I closed the door to my room and prepared to sit last night, when I realized my girl Sasha was in the room with me.  Of the two darlings I have, she’s the quieter one, so I just figured she'd go hide somewhere.  Actually, I've heard of cats just sitting right on the cushion with you, so I hoped at the very least she’d find her way into my lap, into the make-shift hammock my shirt had created.  Alas, Sasha was not looking to hide or sit.  She gently passed her tail against my knee looking for her usual rubbings and chin scratchings.  I sighed in frustration.

Before I knew it, I had spent most of my session giving rubbings…and she loved every minute of it.  At first I started beating myself up for not getting up and just kicking her out of the room.  That would’ve been the logical thing to do, right?  But then I realized I was trying to control this feline’s behavior in the same way I was trying to control my meditation session.  You see, even before I arrived home, I was set on taking a very serious approach to meditating that evening; really taking myself to task and focusing with all my might.  But this dainty little cat changed all that.  Thank goodness.

I was forced to smile.

I let go and accepted the results.  Truth is we both had smiles on our faces.  I was able to sit without disturbance for the last ten minutes of my time.  If I had sat for the full half hour without disturbance, I don’t believe those would have felt as good as the last ten.