I saw a cat walk on water today. I was in the tub…water hot….meditating. Well, actually probably still sleeping. I looked up and Schatzie (not the thinnest or most nimble cat in the world) was nearly perpendicular to the tub water, climbing down its wall, nose inches from wetness.
In my meditative state, I began to chant…oooohnononononon…and place hand out to catch her. She, claws outstretched, began the dance of surprise and terror that cats throughout the millennia have depended on to keep them ultra dry in situations like this. She used my palm, the sides of the tub, and pure cat magic as her dance partners. She came away without a drop of water on her. I have the scars (two loooong slices across my palm) to prove it. lol