I seem to be having a morning meditation with the former barn cat Flo, who is rapidly losing her appetite for the outdoors. I’m coming to believe that Flo was a house cat once, I suspect she may have been abandoned and dropped off at the farm. Minnie wanted to go outside and chase mice today, even in the bitter cold, and we let her. I was glad to see it. I see that cats are experienced meditators, they know how to center and gather themselves and sit peacefully and in silence. I am grateful to have such a meditative creature with whom to greet the sun every morning. This is the first meditation group I’ve ever belonged to.