When my cats are circling my feet and Iβm busting out a song to the tune of the Little Richard Tutti Frutti instrumental (no voices) that sounds nothing like the original but is only set to the beat, I really feel like Iβm doing what Iβm meant to do.
my cat loves when I put him in the rocker in my room and sit on the floor infront of him and sing to him until he falls asleep. he loves when I sing Patsy Cline songs to him, his favorite is Walkin' After Midnight
Put on the robe, turn on adult swim or whatever, crank the ac, eat a late night snack in one bed and sleep in the other. The freedom of impersonal liminal space.
