Turco and I have a daily after work ritual. He greets me at the door when I get in from work, tail curled forward in a gesture to say, "Hello friend". I give him a pat on the head and then he ushers me out to the balcony. I grab my old round bristle brush, now meshed with cat fur, and take a seat in one of the fold out chairs. The purring commences as Turco rubs himself against the bristles. He is in cat heaven.
This ritual gives me a few moments to decompress from my work day and breath some fresh air before I think about what to make for dinner—a kind of sitting meditation, if you will.
Picture: Turco + Brush = Cat Bliss
