How To Sleep Like A Cat

Are you an insomniac? Does a night or day of rest filled sleep elude you? If yes, then read on, this post is just for you

These are not simply stepping stones to sleep but rather a way of life.

First and foremost turn into a proper cat; by practicing to speak less. Seriously, have you ever noticed how little your master, the cat, speaks in a day? Speak only when spoken to. Speak only when absolutely necessary.

In addition to the above,spend all your extra time in contemplation.
Either by simply closing your eyes, clearing your mind and being in the moment.
Or by practicing staring vacantly at some random spot.
If shadows form around the corner of your eyes and start to move while staring for long moments at said spot, don’t hesitate in chasing or investigating further. But know when to stop. This can be a good form of exercise.

Speaking of exercise, include long solitary walks into the above regime. Take an active interest in the birds and the bees. In fact take more than a passing interest in every creature that is smaller than you.

Take your time with your food. Analyze it. Be aware of what it is that you ingest. Then close your eyes and take your time chewing and swallowing. Be with your food. Really be in the moment. Every moment.

Stretch. You have all the time in the world. Time itself can slow down for you. Stretch before, in between and after each of the above steps.

Once you adopt the above as a regular way of life, you will be so dreadfully bored of your mundane life and clear... empty headed, that any spare moment will find you readily dozing off in said spot.

          That is right. There is no need to live in shame anymore. There are more cats out there who  suffer silently just like you. Not wanting word to spread that they cannot sleep... like a cat.
Don’t believe me?

Why do you think there are so many pictures out there of cats with the computer mouse in their paws? Searching... stealthily.... for a solution to their ailment.

That is right. Spread the word. Google the words Sleep Like A Cat. Save this blog’s link in your bookmarks and lead a happy, healthy life.

Go ahead! Sleep... like a … Cat!

Images: Courtesy Google.

Poofy

Sleep Like a Cat is dedicated to Pooffy.

 My beautiful white and honey colored first Pet; A Cat, from the land of the Royal Bengal Tiger. Come to think of it, he was a Royal Bengal Tiger... in the true sense of the word.

I am word struck as a person just as my cat was a kitty of very few meaows. But I will try and attempt to do justice to his memory; one more time. In this blog.

Pooffy came into our lives on a sunny morning. I had picked him up from a friend who had assured the first time worried pet keeper, me, that the little kitten was potty trained.

My dad had been doing the aarti (morning prayers) when I stepped into the living room with the tiny white bundle tucked in a shoulder bag. The bundle, true to my friend's word, made a bee line for the litter box, everytime he had to go. And lo presto! he was accepted by my parents as a child every parent could be proud of!

  The first week saw him disappearing to the farthest corner under the bed every now and then,  with me crawling on my belly to retrieve him.  And then there was a. Repeat!

But very soon the little kitten took to bounding to the door each time the doorbell rang, sniffing at shoes and everything else that entered the door, hiding among woolen clothes in the wardrobe, sleeping on silk sarees as per avaliability, rolling around the mop/broom and chasing/pouncing/devouring everything that moved and was smaller than him. This includes my toes and fingers.

But this also included stressing out when someone was late reaching home. Refusing food till they arrived. And off course the ever finicky cat trait of refusing completely palatable food. Especially if the smell of biryani and the likes came wafting from anywhere in the neighborhood.

May I add he was a domestic cat? He walked outside on a leash. I know I refrain from keeping another pet cat cause I want to see the animal being able to run around outside in the open freely. But living in a bustling city makes me worry... I remain petless.

 I will always feel guilty that I did not/could not do enough. For the little ankle biter I had lovingly called Pooffy. Who passed away very young. Only 2 years and some eight months old.

 I remember googling with the question if animals have souls after he passed away. I did not get conclusive evidence.

 But I would still like to believe he is in kitty heaven, chasing butterflies and playing with puppies in a lush garden. One I could not provide for him. rip poofy.

Luv