I was trying to do the ‘Salutes to the Sun’ yoga sequence in the back garden before lunchtime today, when Tuffy suddenly emerged from her hiding place in the bushes to keep me company.
Under the guise of helping me with my stretches, the clever kitty also managed to take over the beach towel that I’d spread out on the grass. I prefer to do yoga on a towel, instead of directly on the grass, because lying down on the grass (especially face-first) makes me itch and sneeze.
Unfortunately, the little Tuffster felt that I must have placed the towel there for her benefit, and I just didn’t have the heart to reclaim it.
Especially not when she showed me HER version of the Salute to the Sun.
It goes like this:
The sight of so much evident sun-adoration has left me feeling quite exhausted. There are few things more soporific and lethargy-inducing than seeing a cat yawning and stretching and sighing and purring in the warm sun.
I need a strong cuppa tea … and perhaps a cappuccino muffin or something.