Wild Life

Remembering Bud

I put down my book, The Meaning of Zen, and see the cat smiling into his fur as he delicately combs it with his rough pink tongue.  “Cat, I would lend you this book to study but it appears you have already read it.”  He looks up and gives me his full gaze.  “Don’t be ridiculous,” he purrs, “I wrote it.”  ~Dilys Laing