The Art Of Living

Welcome to Mondays with Merlin. I was going to talk about the importance of patience, but I got sidetracked by my buddy Gris Gris. You see for many years I used to enjoy lounging all afternoon in an old covered swing in the secret garden. Those were the days before coyotes, when I could see without bumping into things and all was well. Now, the only time I get to enjoy lounging on the swing is when a human is nearby. That’s okay but it sucks not having privacy to dream feline dreams in the summer breeze.

That’s life. Things change. You take the good with the bad. The good is having Gris Gris share the swing with me for the first time this summer. It’s a mancat kind of thing with nothing romantic about it. Not that there’s anything wrong if we were inclined that way.

You could call this art. I’d call it the art of living. Either way life is sweet when shared with a like-minded soulmate. And no matter what you humans think, nobody owns a cat. Got that?