At the sound of the door, two small shadows make their way towards us. “ Ah! You’re a cat woman.” Samuel’s big sweater fills my tiny hall. He places a messenger bag onto the saddle of my bicycle. He squats down, big fingers plucking through the white fur. “That one is diabetic,” A wide smile crosses his face. “So was mine! You give it insulin too?” [...]
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Joyce has two cats. Brothers, both called Moon, in different languages. Moon 1 and 2 have a different colour, but identical large physiques, friendly faces and those guilt trip almond shaped eyes. Joyce is a professional Tantra teacher and I am her professional yoga teacher. But we’re also friends. The first time she invited me at her home, we were still discussing the feng-sui effects of her front door sticker “NO unaddressed mailings” (my advice was to replace it with a Yes! sign, a Thank you! sticker, or a pottery plate with Gratitude lives here) when I spotted Moon 1 lying belly up on the couch. [...] |
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