Grave Moss & Stars

a moment of cat

I performed the ritual of senut today. (Non-Kemetic people: It’s the main formal-personal ritual of the religion, involves purifying oneself, making offerings, and spending time in the presence of Netjer/God/specific deities.)

In the middle of it, when I had settled cross-legged in front of my altar and started to zen out, Deathcat climbed into my lap. Purring audibly and intermittently, she curled up, groomed herself, and went to sleep.

Obeying the almighty rule of The Cat Bed Does Not Move, I stayed in ritual about twice as long as I would’ve otherwise, until she woke up and decided that me slowly moving my leg was enough impetus to abandon lap.