obeying the cat

Tonight Erik's at a talk being given by in important zen dude Ed Brown. I kind of wanted to go, but then he told me that there's a 40 minute sit, so I said, "Have a nice time!"

Instead I went to vespers like usual and felt shy. I left right afterwards, which is unlike me, lately. My keys jingled in the dark as I walked through the parking lot. Everything seemed so sad, all of a sudden.

Kitty wants in and out every five minutes. He wants to be petted, but not on his back--only on his head and neck. He glances up at the ceiling (he's afraid of the ceiling fan). He eats a mouthful of food and slinks off to the hall.