The real yogi reveals himself
I’ve already made my thoughts on dog yoga pretty clear: they’ll do it, but not willingly. Certainly not with the spirit of relaxation and meditation one is supposed to bring to the practice, anyway.
Cats, on the other hand, are natural yogis. They can inherently go from a million miles an hour to dead body pose in 2 seconds flat. They meditate, as anyone who has watched them stare intently out the window for an hour and a half will attest to. Their spines bend and twist into conformations unseen outside the confines of a Cirque du Soleil tent. All this, with a calm detachment that would make a guru proud.
After years of abusing my knees and back doing high impact exercises punctuated by long periods of being hunched over a computer, I’m trying to get back into a regular yoga practice. When I do it consistently, it really does help- not only on a physical level, but on the mental one, when people are yelling and dogs are barking and needles are flying. Take a deep breath, let it all go, and move on.
Apollo must have taken notice, must have observed me reading articles online about form and stretching my back out at every opportunity. Last night, as I lay sprawled on my stomach reading a book, I heard a little miau, and then felt four soft little feet padding onto my back. Up and down he strolled, pressing my vertebrae into the ground and giving me a delightful little kitty massage.
I see he studied under Bikram in a former life.
You know, I had no idea just how disturbing that photo would look until I put it together. Sorry about that. 
