Journal entry for September 4, 2011 (or thereabouts--meditating with a hungry cat)

I like to eat yogurt, peanut butter, almonds and grapes. In a little bowl at about 11:30 or 12 at night. After I go to sleep and then wake up to pee. It is "my quiet time" to meditate. I will finish my snack and then pet the cat, if she shows up. I try different chants, like "ohm" and such to quiet my mind.

I won't lie. Sometimes I get mad at the cat for fidgeting when I'm eating my yogurt. Sometimes she tries to knock the bowl out of my hand. Only occasionally will I get to eat in peace and then do my meditating. The cat will go from fidgeting to purring and all is ok. I never get very far into any sort of "state" other than I could fall back asleep.

Tonight she pissed me off, though, and I couldn't eat without throwing her off. She got pissed, too, and wouldn't come back. So even though I have lit candles and supposedly am getting over my anger problem by meditating, guess what? I'm a big spoiled "meditating" angry brat!

I hate this! Is this funny if God cannot meditate on God because he is angry with a little cat for wanting to fidget and steal his yogurt? Yes, actually...