Yarn balls and warm cream, I love my temple! It's small, and
a little disused, but it has a long history and a piece of the Secret.
Dogs chase anyone who looks down upon it or me.
Master
Shadow and I had a pleasant journey here, almost like we were blessed.
Temple virgins rode with us in the palanquin, keeping our fur soft with
their pettings, and our tummies full of dried fish.
I
purred so hard that I thought I might vibrate apart. This seemed to make
the girls happy, and their prayers carried farther while I laid in
their laps. Master Shadow had to slow blink me to calmness, to help me
maintain my dignity.
Speaking of dignity; the procession
into the temple was the most overwhelming moment ever. I was carried at
the head of the line, on a silk pillow, the virgins singing in my name.
The sun was so very warm, but Master Shadow said I couldn't take a nap
until after we settled in. I couldn't even chase the waving banners, no
matter how delightful they would be to chase and pounce on.
My
new priest is fat and old, but he showed me respect. He had a bowl of
delicious liver waiting for me, and everyone waited for me to accept the
offering. After long days of traveling, I really needed it. It wasn't
nearly enough, and I gobbled it all down, and all my humans seemed very
happy.
Then I got to see the Secret! I could use all nine
lives trying to describe the wonderousness of the moment, but it would
never be enough. Not that words are necessary; merely being Its keeper
is enough. My nose is quivering again just thinking of it.
No
catnip has ever been this intense. No cream has ever been this sweet,
no sunbeam this warm. I am honored to have been chosen, and will perform
to the very fullest of my furry best.
My temple and my name will live through the ages.
