Lessons learned from the sweetest of cats:
* Take advantage of every sunspot, for as long as possible. What greater joy is there in life than being completely sprawled out, head to toe, in a wonderfully warm and bright patch of sunshine? Well, perhaps a few. Still, if only I could spend more of my time doing this...
* Sometimes it is completely acceptable to demand attention. In fact, in some cases, it is entirely endearing. My cat is not afraid to request love and comfort (and not to mention, lots of pats) when she wants it. There is an art to receiving affection, just as much as giving it, even though the latter is generally perceived as more admirable. Unrestrained, guilt-free enjoyment of another person's love.
* Friskiness and playfulness are essential. It is great to be sedate and serene most of the day (according to my cat, not me), but some times you just have to release your energy in a physical and spontaneous way. Bop around with exuberance, skid on the floor, make a mad dash for a piece of dust--just act like a kitten every once in a while.
* It is possible to find joy in the simplest of things. Such as a transient spot of sunlight, or a brief moment of kitten hysteria, or maybe just a plain rubber band that has been woefully neglected on the floor. Entertainment is easy to be found when one has a child-like mind. Fancy gadgets and sophisticated technology are not required.
* The gentlest of purrs can convey the strongest of sentiments.
Also relevant is this wonderful post, one of the few that is touching rather than funny.
In non-feline related news, I have noted that it has been exactly two months as of today since I moved to Stamford. A mere two months--somehow it feels as though I have been here for years! Perhaps it is the sheer plethora of things that have happened in such a short amount of time that makes it feel substantial, weighty, drawn out. The fluctuations of time are rarely predictable.