I often pause to watch my cat bathe himself.
The human equivalent of this would be like watching someone brush his teeth, which I can't imagine myself having the interest or patience to do.
But with my animal I am transfixed. It is a mundane part of his life. Yet it mesmerizes and calms me, and riddles me with questions and amazement at these bodies God created.
To think about fingernail growth, cages of ribs--just think about that for a sec: a cage.
To think about breathing.
And a cat who licks himself. Seemingly random to us (Dibby just began and finished a little grooming session here on the love seat, now he's napping). But His eye is on the sparrow.
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