My beautiful cat, Aslan
Here is my present.
My cat has come and put himself between me and the computer on my lap. He has nestled his little head through my arms, and is sound asleep as I type this, I am having to rest my arms on him to get to the keyboard.
A smile forms on my lips, effortlessly, as I watch him. A warm feeling of love fills my heart. My kitty witty.
He is such a sweet furry friend. I touch his head and he nuzzles into my hand, not caring that I am stirring him from his sleep.
He reminds me that I need not do, be, or have anything--that I already AM, that I have always been, that I already have.