Ah, to be a cat! In her collections of essays „On Cats“, Doris Lessing evokes the sensation of feeling alive, in a state of „delicate vibration“. A state us human adults yearn for continually and arrive at only momentarily, in creating or repairing something, in letting ourselves and others be, move and breathe; in blazes of beauty and, of course, love.
„ And she was beautiful – really so very beautiful.
She was the best sitting on the bed looking out. Her two creamy lightly barred front legs were straight down side by side, on two silvery paws. Her ears, lightly fringed with white that looked silver, lifted and moved, back, forward, listening and sensing. Her face turned, slightly, after each new sensation, alert. Her tail moved, in another dimension, as if its tip was catching messages her other organs could not. She sat poised, air-light, looking, hearing, feeling, smelling, breathing, with all of her, fur, whiskers, ears–everything, in delicate vibration. If a fish is the movement of water embodied, given shape, then cat is a diagram and pattern of subtle air.“
Source: Doris Lessing, On Cats, Harper Publishing, 2002