Mindfulness in Motion

This week’s blog comes to you from volunteer Laura Funay, who is one of our devoted Kitty Comforters.

Every so often, an acquaintance will ask me: “ooh, what did you do to your hands?” If bandaged, they may expect to hear about a cooking incident, or a hike in deep bush country.

The answer is always: “I volunteer with cats.”

No, I’m not a masochist. There’s also a second part to my answer, and it’s always “I just wasn’t paying proper attention.”

People without cat experience often say that they don’t know how I can keep doing this. It is, 95 % of the time, entirely preventable, so it’s down to me to keep scratches from happening. I consider it part of life-long learning. Any red marks I do receive are notes from my furry teachers, reading “much room for improvement.” It brings to mind the expression “That which hurts, also instructs”.

Having ADHD means that the moment I step through the sanctuary gates I’m monitoring where I put my feet, the level of my voice, and where I rest my gaze. My inner Agnes from Despicable Me is squealing “they’re so fluffy I’m gonna die!” She’s hard to keep down. A new gorgeous floof like Malibu can make me gasp in surprise and awe. Unfortunately, it sent him running, and put us on the slow road to friendship. I’m still working on turning that gasp into a long breath and slow blinks.

Moment to moment, as I walk slowly through the front courtyard, I greet old friends like Sweet Pea by name and give scritches and knuckle rubs. In cat etiquette, looking away during a greeting is rude, so I focus my eyes on each friend in turn; my usual impulse is to look EVERYWHERE.

The moving meditation continues. The kitties in need of attention are waiting in their cages or in their hidey holes, so I must be brief with the friendlies, and leave with a “love you, see you later.” Time-blindness must be kept in check. It’s incredibly hard to do, but I’m prepared with my list of KC kitties, and that helps. Somewhat…

Caged cats, whether new or receiving treatments, have sheets explaining their personalities, plus advice on how to approach them. I read them very thoroughly now, having learned a valuable lesson from Benji a while back. In my excitement to meet this friendly fellow, already purring through the cage, I skipped the line about overstimulation leading him to bite, which he did. Later, when a much-younger nurse practitioner questioned my life choices while prescribing antibiotics, well, that also helped with my reading comprehension a great deal.

Awareness of the environment and remaining in the present, as in seated meditation, are absolutely necessary for me. A wandering mind while petting can lead to hurt feelings and an indignant swat, Eyes on kitty, hands on kitty, mind on kitty. Do your shopping list on your own time, human! New cats, known divas like Little Cat, Jobie and Jade, even longtime friends have their peculiarities when injured or startled. Focus and attention are impaired in an ADHD brain; kitty comforting exercises these skills, with immediate rewards.

For me, getting slow blinks, rumbling purrs, or piles of floof from five minutes of brushing reinforces my “training”. Old friends like Zimmer, Snotty Bobby, and Sprint, eventually recognized my voice and approached me for cuddles and treats. It’s a big win for the KC team and staff, having a former cage-topper come down to the floor to mix and mingle and get their share of treats.

I’m currently working on handsome new tabby Root Beer who likes to hang around Hill House and needs a lot of brushing, but group living seems to stress him out, so it’s slow going. Orange Sam now waits for visitors in the Single Wide foyer and is an absolute darling when no other cats are around. It will take time for them to tolerate other cats, so for now I must be patient and alert. I must be improving: I haven’t come home with any red notes for the past month.