If there are any creatures that know how to enjoy themselves, it’s the cats. And of all the cats that I’ve ever met, Alex is the master hedonist.
The first couple of days that I spent here, I barely saw him at all, because every time we bumped into each other he would run away. He still does, sometimes, when he doesn’t want to be bothered. He is a cat with extreme integrity.
But then, one morning when I hadn’t really woken up yet, he simply jumped onto my bed and lay down on my chest. Right there, making it a little hard for me to breathe, and he turned up his soft white tummy so that I would be able to scratch him between his front legs.
And now, he does that atleast once a day. I lie in bed, or sit reading a book on the couch, or relaxing in front of the TV, and he approaches and then just climbs up on me. Regardless if there really is space for him there in my lap or on my chest. He doesn’t ask. He demands. And by moving his head or paws or entire body, he shows exactly where.
And when he gets what he wants, he closes his amazingly green eyes and purrs loudly. Until he eventually has had enough. Then he suddenly just stands up and walks away, without a backward glance.
I could probably learn alot about enjoying life from Alex the Cat.
Katja Malmborg 