What I think is far more interesting, however, is the age alignment between my cat and me.
I don’t count well in cat years, but I believe that my Sangha and I are currently the same age. At least for a few weeks. Nearly. Well, not really, but kinda.
She will be 10 in June and I will be 52 in April and according to the foolproof cat calculator on Dr Google, we are currently, more or less, approximately, the same age. Ish.
In cat years, by the way, I will be turning 225, but let’s not go there.
By the time June rolls around, Sangha will be 56 in human years, except that she isn’t entirely human, much more feline. But don’t tell her I said that. I’m not sure if she can read my posts or not. I think she can.
She loves to sit on books so I know she takes literature seriously. She can tuck herself neatly onto almost any size book, paper or hardback. She simply adjusts her posture and tail accordingly. She is very fit for her age. More so than myself.
I can’t fit onto any size book. That said, I suppose I haven’t really tried. I could probably manage a world atlas. The extra-large format. You know, coffee table sorta stuff.
In any case, I digress. I like being the same age as my cat. We don’t really have a lot in common but that’s okay. (I really should learn more about the variety and quality of cat treats that are her reason for living…one day.)
We do, however, spend an enormous amount of time together and I know she is always there to lend a paw, twitch a tail or swivel an ear if I need her. And so, now you know.
My cat and I, for a brief moment in time, are about the same age and that is kind of cool. Not in the slightest bit important or relevant to anything meaningful in the world, but there you have it. Occasionally it is nice to think about silly things.
Happy same age to us. And Happy New Year to you! May you find countless moments of unexpected delight in all your (cat or human) years to come.