Bodhi weighs about two pounds. I weigh significantly more than two pounds. Yet he just ran across the couch, leapt on my shoulder, hung on with all four sets of claws, and started playfully gnawing me. The leap alone was brave, but the nibbling is pure trust. He trusts implicitly that I will not use my size against him. He trusts that I will understand that he is only playing.
Even more amazingly, he shows restraint. He only retracts his claws enough to hang on, and not enough to scratch. I have been playing with this kitten for almost a week and he has never punctured my skin.
He does love to bite my toes, but just enough to make me laugh. There was a pamphlet at the vet’s office. It said that Bodhi’s jaw was strong enough to crush a human hand. His mouth is designed to be lethal, and he tickles my toes with his teeth, instead.
So today I realized that Bodhi is a model of instinctual wisdom, a manifestation of pure Buddhahood. Observe: First, he always exerts courage, even against impossible odds—sometimes he misses in his leaps, but he always tries again. Also, he has no issues with trust. If I pet him while he’s sleeping, he rolls over and exposes his belly. If I rub his belly, he lets out a deep sigh. Understand, this cat knows how to completely relax. He often arches his back over my leg and falls asleep. He lets his body go limp when I hold him. His every muscle just loosens. [I wish I could let go like that, don’t you?] But most importantly, Bodhi is a pacifist—a worker for peace by example. He never intentionally harms a soul and his tail never swings in agitation.
Conclusion, I share my home with an enlightened being. I have accumulated some very good karma.
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For those who are wondering, his full name is Bodhisattva Manjushri. It's a Tibetan name.
Here is some more information for the truly curious:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manjusri
Om Namashivaya.
Bodhi will bring you many years of love and joy. What an adorable face and fun personality. It's wonderful to share life with a smaller creature that trusts so readily.
Yours was the post that brought me to Open Salon. I Stumbled Upon your blog of Bodhi and so enjoyed it I signed up here and now have my own blog. So thank you. Pets do have a way of bringing people together.
He is nervous, very loud (by far the loudest Beagle I've ever heard), tends to bark incessantly at inanimate objects (yesterday it was the rake, the other day it was the vacuum, which was not on or moving), and at first, an all around destruction machine. Stuff like photographs, important papers, shoes.
And yet he "told" me his name was Bodhi. Enlightenment. I learned all kinds of patience, and how to love and value breathing beings more than "stuff", and how fear and need translate into exasperating behavior that can only be quelled by steady, comforting companionship.
He is not enlightened like Bodhi the kitty. He's still skittish and annoyingly loud (see: neighbors).
But when looks you right in the eye with the gentle hope of acceptance, he offers enlightenment as a gift.
*Melts into kitten-induced pile of goop at desk*
Oops, must go solidify.
Gosh, my cats must have come from a different planet than so many of the cats here. I have two boys, Timmee & Mikee, who were teensy kids living with their mother at a dumpster. After many episodes of cat operas, they finally grew into "mancats".
As "mancats", they have one game that is purely a joy to watch. One goes to the other and starts grooming him. As soon as the groomee is really getting into the "zone".....the groomer attacks. This happens every night around 9 p.m.
As for as "content"...I ran out of dry cat food yesterday and last night I had to listen to a variety of sounds that came from them. First there was denial (that I would forget the food), then anger (sitting on the feeding table and whipping their tails)....then grief. Timmee got under the bookcase and laid as if he were dead. Mikee was meowing in the most pitiful sound he can make. He finally collapsed on top of my "Taos pantry" and never quit looking at me with the saddest look upon his face.
My boys are rascals and I love them dearly and they love me..as long as I keep a good supply of dry cat food in the pantry.
Love the name you chose for this "ball of fire."
It sounds like you two are gonna be friends.
;-)
But does he sleep on your feet on cold nights, and keep you warm? Inquiring minds want to know all these fussy details...
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