On beautiful, warm days like this, I love to watch Zip; he loves to watch me. It’s wonderful getting back to our daily meditations together in the late afternoon when time permits. It seems we both have a busy schedule. I admit that we do talk to one another and exchange emotions. I go outside, and he appears from somewhere, I don’t know where.

At some point, Zip likes to go out and look for something to hunt. I can never make out who or what it might be. But he always ends up sitting on his lap getting his ears scratched.

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He goes right to purring in my lap.

Bud got tired this afternoon, so we brought him inside and had a chat. Maria, Bud’s tutor and guardian, stays close to him, always.

Spring is singing now.