"...He should live without mantras. He should bathe at the start of the three periods of the day and, deeply immersed in meditation, he should realize his union with the Self."
-from Aruni Upanishad 1-2
I have decided, because writing a short personal essay about the importance of my dearly departed cat will likely be of little interest to you and inevitably fail to convey the desired effect, to simply present a series of titles that will give you the general idea, and nothing more. My great faith in your imagination allows me to do this, along with my laziness (of which the cat might herself approve). With that, I very humbly present:
XENA: A Cat You Might Have Liked to Meet (Unless You Were Very Allergic)
One: In Which the Cat Is Found in Great-Grandfather's Raspberry Patch
Two: In Which the Cat Is Brought Home
Three: In Which the Cat Promptly Plumps
Four: In Which the Cat Receives Approval of the Pets
Five: In Which the Cat Is Right at Home
Six: In Which the Cat Is Beloved and Clumsy
Seven: In Which the Cat (and Everyone Else) Moves House
Eight:In Which the Cat Creaks and Purrs
Nine: In Which the Cat Succeeds in Renouncing the Material World
Ten: In Which the Cat Curls up in the Basement
THE END
