We had a quiet Christmas time with Mr. Purri in the cave.
We read books, knitted socks, hiked half a marathon and avoided social media & the Internet altogether.
We cuddled in the mornings: my Sacred Birman is quite persistent what it comes to cuddling in the morning and we stared at the fire a lot together. His (and my own) ancient Egyptian roots cross my mind often, since he told me earlier this year via animal communicator that he was there – among dozens of other temple cats – with me.
It blows my mind that this is his second time with me in my current life. It blows my mind how beautiful he is, how magnificent his white paws are. He is a cat I never would have chosen – it was obvious that he chose me. He came to with only 12 hour warning and here we are…
It certainly blows my mind that he is a Sacred Birman. Because I see him as a sacred soul every time I watch into his majestic, piercingly blue eyes. I absolutely adore his white paws and I can not get enough of them kneading (with a loud background purring) on the bed. They are so beautiful and I consider them very special and I tell him almost every day that I love his paws. Or his eyes, and his ears, and his tail…. and his cat presence in my life.
More.. http://tailbook.wordpress.com/2014/12/29/love-hits-the-fan-in-this-divine-puzzle/
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