I recently got inspired writing about Karma – and the reason is a cat. Yes, a cat. We met in Burma, out of all places.
Let me explain. You see, we were visiting this temple in Rangoon, gorgeous, by the way, and I am sitting there, all absorbed looking at the enormous Buddha statue with its several layers of gold leaf. I must have spent quite a while there, lost in thoughts. People around me were arriving, saying their prayers, some of them leaving, others staying, contemplating the mysteries of the universe.
And then she came. Of course I couldn’t be totally sure it was a she, but to my mind, cats are always female because they are in my native language. (My husband would always instinctively refer to a cat as ‘he’ because he’s French, and in French it’s le chat – don’t get me started. We had countless discussions about how a simple, tiny article can shape your perception of things).
Anyway, she came, she saw, and she chose. Now I’m sure there were many cat lovers all around me. No, I’m not one of them. I’m the dog, not the cat person, if you see what I mean. So out of the corner of my eyes I saw her pausing in the door frame, scanning the room. Then, with rapid strides and not an ounce of hesitation she walked over – to me. In a straight line, crossing what was a sizeable inner temple area, stopping right behind my back, bending the hind legs, and literally letting herself bounce against my back, slowly sliding down and stretching out. Aaah. Instantly asleep.
In fact it was so odd that the other people around started looking at us, smiling. I felt like saying: “Hey, I don’t know her!” but it all looked like some old buddies meeting up again, hey, so good to see you, mind if I take a nap right here?
When my husband came from his wander around he had just two words: “What happened?!”
“I’m not sure.”
“Did you bribe him?”
“Come on, please…”
Now the odd thing was – when we decided to leave, the cat got up the instant I got up and, without looking back, left the room with the same determination through the opposite door. I’m not sure there’s a link at all, but don’t they say cats have seven lives – and they also say that Karma works itself out over seven generations?
No, there’s no happy end here, we didn’t adopt her/him and never saw each other again. At least not in these bodies. 😉
Photo credit: my husband