I remember listening to a Norman Luboff Choir Christmas CD one morning several years ago. I was sitting on the sofa with my cat, Sylvia, curled up on me and purring loudly. We were both looking at the Christmas tree, and every so often, I'd look out at the snow outside. Neither of us had to be anywhere soon, so there was time to simply enjoy the music--and the moment.
"Sylvia," I said, "If you hear me start to complain about something, please find a way to remind me of this moment."
There were other incidents in which Sylvia sat on my lap or next to me and purred loudly while music played. I was convinced she'd gotten my message, and I thanked her for that.
