Life with Mithra has been quite a mixed time of joy, pain and bafflement. This cat is beautiful, put perhaps just a little bit evil. He’s quickly made himself at home here in my apartment, giving some much needed life to my living room and some unappreciated gnaws to my bamboo plant. If I leave my bedroom door open he’ll not let me sleep, trying always to snuggle into my neck and chew on my hair. Oh, but he’s adorable and cute when he’s not being a demon. He’s sleeping beside me on the couch at the moment, finally tired from the chasing of strings and his stuffed ape.
It’s an interesting lesson to see Mithra taken with illusions, whether it’s his belief a moving curtain is alive or his inablity to discern the pattern of a string going around in circles on the floor. We humans are not free of delusions, by any means, and that’s one of the great challenges we have in evolving, to recognize and overcome our countless delusions. I have a feeling that Mithra will keep me mindful of my own limitations and push me to move forward with my realizations and practice. If nothing else, I must cultivate compassionate firmness when teaching him it’s not at all acceptable for him to bite and claw my hand when he wishes.