My cat Camo, short for Camouflaged Kitten, has not been a kitten for a long long time. I don’t know if it is the languorous, indoor life she has led, or all those hours of sleeping on my meditation pillow that has gotten my cat to 18 years old, but I hope it keeps working. This morning I had left a bowl of holy water on the floor from yesterday and, as Camo doesn’t come up the stairs very much now, I didn’t think to hide it from her. When I got out of the shower she was sitting there lapping it up. It was even cuter as she meowed at me for interrupting her. Always the little mystic kitten I guess.


It would be impossible to list the times Camo has made me happy. She has been my pet since the day she was born and her mom, Rosy, was my first pet ever. One time she happily napped while I used her as a pillow for a 2 hour nap myself, and when I got up she decided to just nap another 2 hours in the same spot. She used to sleep on my chest if I left my bedroom door open. She is the only being that has ever truly loved the smell of my sweaty feet. Camo has helped me through the hardest times of my life and has been petted and fluffed during some of my happiest. I wouldn’t be who I am today without her dainty impact.


“Maaah” ~Camo