deeper things - Simcha

How can the love of a cat run so deep? What is it about those moments of connection that make this so powerful? I've owned dogs, and loved them, and been blessed by their happy demeanor, but there is mystery with a cat. I awoke this morning with Simcha,(Hebrew for "joy") asleep on top of me. She also made it a point to jump on top of me for 5 minutes of goodnight affection when the lights went out last night, before contentedly jumping off the bed. She is not a "lap cat" though the evening ritual is not all that unusual. I defy anyone to say pets are not sensitive to deeper things. In fact, she is always up for meditating together...she enjoys bird watching, toy mice (even better, real mice), eating bugs, drinking only from her own plastic cup on the counter (no stinkin pet bowl) chasing leaves, staring contests, walking toward one another in slow motion, competing with the morning paper for attention, sitting in high places, squeezing in cramped quarters, laying in bags and boxes, and nightly walking around in the dark with a green foam ball in her mouth, whilst simultaneously making a sound somewhere between a cry and a howl.

Here is a poem...I think it was written about Simcha...I don't know the poet, nor do I know how I came across it, but it has been in my "poetry" file for awhile

Landlocked in Fur

I was meditating with my cat the other day and all of a sudden she shouted,
“What happened?”
I knew exactly what she meant, but encouraged her to say more—
feeling that if she got it all out on the table she would sleep better that night.
So I responded, “Tell me more, dear,” and she soulfully meowed,
“Well, I was mingled with the sky. I was comets whizzing here and there.
I was suns in heat, hell—I was galaxies. But now look—I am landlocked in fur.”
To this I said, “I know exactly what you mean.”
What to say about conversation between mystics?