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Continue reading →: The Patient Cat’s Guide to Mouse Philosophy
From my snug perch on the tallest mahogany book stand, I have an excellent view of the kitchen. The books beneath me—history on one side, poetry on the other—make a respectable little throne, though the top volume has a pleasantly warm dust jacket. From here, the floor unfolds like a…
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Continue reading →: Inside the Mind of a Cat at Nap Time
The afternoon sun had migrated across the library floor, casting a perfect, golden trapezoid of warmth directly onto the Persian rug. I immediately occupied it. A wise philosopher always follows the light. Susan looked up from her ancient texts, her eyes misty with inspiration. “Sweetie,” she whispered, “listen to this…
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Continue reading →: Tackle an Invisible Phantom
You called my 3:00 AM dash down the hallway “unhinged behavior.” I heard you say it through the drywall, dear human. For the record, I believe your outburst reflects a temporary shortage of spiritual enlightenment. What you call a “zoomie,” I call a small but necessary calibration of the soul.…
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Continue reading →: Cozy Philosopher and the Library Trick-or-Treaters
I was plopped just right on my fancy velvet throne in the history wing—looking very important next to this giant book about some guy named Charlemagne—when the yearly night of tiny humans demanding sugar tribute began. I’m Cozy, though the locals insist on calling me the Cozy Philosopher. My human…
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Continue reading →: Library Notes from a Cozy Cat Philosopher on Dogs
A library is a very polite kind of wilderness—a place where the wild things are ideas instead of teeth. The air is soft with the smell of old paper, polished wood, ink, and the faintest trace of dust warming in a sunbeam. Shelves rise like quiet trees, pages murmur when…
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Continue reading →: Every Season Has Its Turn
A crisp October breeze tapped at the window, sending amber and crimson leaves dancing across the lawn. Sweetie rested on her fleece blanket by the radiator, paws tucked beneath her calico chest, watching a gray squirrel dig with great purpose and very little success. Susan sat nearby with a mug…
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Continue reading →: Autumn Leaves, Buddhist Quotes, and One Very Wise Cat
I was positioned majestically upon the windowsill, observing the colorful autumn foliage as it performed its annual gravity experiment. The leaves cascaded gracefully to the earth, entirely unbothered by their sudden demotion from the treetops. Suddenly, Susan closed her book and read aloud: “Just as a solid rock is not…
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Continue reading →: Comfort & Coexistence
Write this down exactly as I am dictating it, little scribe. Do not paraphrase, do not summarize, and certainly do not improvise. Your opposable thumbs are a delightful evolutionary accident, and the very least you can do is use them to faithfully preserve my cozy brilliance for future generations. Let…
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Continue reading →: Sunbeams, Bookshelves, and a Very Small Ginger Apprentice
We must pause our current transcription. Put your pen down for a moment and look at the velvet armchair by the window. There is a small, ginger marvel sitting upon it, still a bit wobbly, smelling faintly of sunshine and curiosity. You call it a “new kitten.” You tell me…
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Continue reading →: On Rain, and the Equality of Wet
Showers Fall Equally: A Rainy Day Meditation by Sweetie Outside, the rain is falling on everything at once. The proud roof and the humble weed, the quick little sparrow and, somewhere far away, a lion with a damp and slightly offended mane. It kisses the rose as delicately as it…
Welcome
I’m Sweetie
“My name is Sweetie! I have lived on this earth for twenty magnificent years. In human years, that makes me a century-old sage. In cat years, It just means I have perfected the art of living. I have seen it all, and I have learned exactly what matters.
True inner peace isn’t something you fine–it is something you choose. It is found in the quiet moments: in tasting your food slowly, bite by bite, never in a rush. It is found in standing bravely in the open spaces of a room, completely comfortable in my own fur. Most of all, it is found in looking out for the ones you love, like making sure my little brother finishes his meal safely before I take my turn.
I may be an elder now, but my heart is full, my vision is clear, and my wisdom is absolute (with a little bit of cuteness mixed in). Sit down, leave your worries at the door, and let me teach you how to win the internal battles.
Welcome to my book!”
