My Wonderful Cat

My wonderful little part-Persian orange kitty went unnamed for a week while I tried out various names, including Raj, Taj, Rajah, and even Taj Mahal. (If he had been a female, I was strong on Scherezade.) And then, literally on the 6th or 7th day (totally Biblical!) a light went on in my brain and in letters 12" tall I saw written BUDDHA. And he was my dear little Buddha, and he will always be. For me, he definitely carried the spark of the Divine in his little Buddha-soul. Many years later (and after his untimely passing) we had the opportunity to take a trip to Thailand. At all the many Buddhist temples, I would say a little prayer for him, asking the great Buddha to take care of him, and asking my little Buddha to wait for me. I began collecting little Buddha statues and have amassed a nice little group of them. But none is ever as beautiful as was my wonderful Buddha.