I guess I was tired. I went to bed at eight. At eight! The sun was still shining, I heard kids playing in the streets and people just coming home from work or on their way sipping cocktails on a terrace. I was already flat in bed.
'Let's read for at least an hour,' I said to myself as I closed the curtains. 'Maybe it is somewhat dark by nine.'
I grabbed my book and starting reading.
After some pages my eyes felt heavy. Who was I fooling? I just wanted to sleep. Why not? In the morning I would get up early to go to my Mysore Class. This was far more important than trying to stay awake for no reason. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
The alarm woke me at 5.30 AM.
'Where am I?'
Oh, that's right. I was sleeping in someone else's bed. Friends of mine were away on a short holiday and they had asked me to look after their cat and garden. They both needed water and attention, the cat also needed food and medicine. I like spending time in my friend's house. They have a beautiful garden which is a nice relaxing and quiet place, ideal for reading and writing. Luckily, their house is also near my yoga studio, so I would not have to miss my Mysore Practice in the morning.
I jumped out of bed, almost broke my neck stumbling on the cat, drank water and put on yoga clothes. The cat told me he wanted to take a walk outside. (he stood by the door yelling and screaming and running in circles, that's the way he told me). I let him out. I know this animal, I took care of him before. When he goes outside, he only wants to spend 10 minutes max there. After that, he wants to come inside, eat a bit and crawl up again.
Not this time. Ten minutes later, the cat was still in the garden. I called his name. He looked up, but didn't move. This cat is not a cat you can pick up. He will kill you if you do this.
I took his cat munchies to try to decoy him. He didn't care for one bit. He just turned around and walked further into the garden.
I was getting anxious, I wanted to go my Mysore class. I heard the church bells. Six o'clock already. Then, 6.15. Still no cat inside. For a moment I thought I would let him stay outside alone and get him in as soon as I would return, but I remember my friends words.
'If he wants to go back in, you should let him immediately. Otherwise he will yell and scream so hard the neighbors will think someone is being murdered.'
I gave up. The cat won. I took off my coat and rolled out my mat in the living room. I did my practice at home. It was okay, but I missed the shala and the other yogi's and the teacher.
At 6.45, I saw the cat through the window. He looked angry. He told me I had to hurry to let him in, or else.
For a moment I thought: 'Maybe he has saved my life by staying out this long. Maybe it was for some reason. Maybe something bad would've happened if I did go to the studio this morning.'
But I guess I will never know.