todayiamadaisy | Does water run up hill?

This morning I was doing my daily workout – actually just finishing it, doing some stretches – when I heard the sound I most dread at this time of day. Mrrrrp? No, no, go away, Alistair. But he didn’t. I could hear him chirruping round the edge of the room, then silence. The silence is worse than the chirruping, because I don’t know where he is or when he’s going to make his appearance. Today, I was doing downward-facing dog when he made his move. He wound his way between my arms, tail curling around my elbows. I got on all fours to do some cat/cow stretches; he head-butted me. I sat on the floor, one leg stretched out and the other bent; he sat at the junction of my right foot and left knee. I had to hoick my right leg over him to stretch the other side.

Then, foolishly, I finished with child’s pose, head on the ground and arms stretched out. I felt him lay down in front of me, warm and soft leaning on my head. He was well-behaved at first and then… then my hair was too tempting. He started poke, poke, poking. And another poke, poke, poke... CLAWS. Claws in the scalp. And that was the end of that. Cat yoga is not calming.