Today is the very special celebration of Pica Pooja, on which we contemplate and take lessons from the myriad qualities contained in the small kitty of Pickles. "
Pica" is the avatar of Pickles we recognize when he is sleeping in a small and curly ball. But we know, even then, that he has a mighty mew inside him, ready to call for more play and joy in the world, being, as he is, the champion of fun and fleece wand.
Pica Pooja actually begins with the brother, Ginger, waking us by ritually grooming our hair with his tongue. No one is a bigger devotee of Pickles than Ginger.
Later, there will be playful brother wrestling with feats of strength like Head Banging on Floor Loudly and Kicka Kicka Kicka, but the morning starts out slow with a plate of
wet food, sprinkled with Pickles Powder. As we sprinkle the
Pickles Powder on the food, we are reminded that all kitties have special needs but some kitties have more special needs than others, and we say "
Bam!" to remember the shock we had when we got the vet bills from Pickles's
most special hospital pilgrimage.
And tonight, the celebration will really kick into high gear with many, many
enrichments. We may do
Treats in Open Envelopes, or Treats Hidden Under Dixie Cups, or Treats Stolen While Taking them Out of the Bag Because Somebody with Curly Fur Is Too Impatient.
Pickles fur reminds us, again, to experience joy. The hair
could grow in straight lines, but it chooses instead to take a more circuitous route, to stop and form curls around the roses.
And Pickles reminds us that the highest form of love of the self and life is loving others, including those who are baby and needy. We could, for example, spend more time painting our toe nails or ironing shirts, but isn't it ultimately more rewarding--and enjoyable for ourselves--to instead run back and forth through the house with
the fleece wand, hiding behind doorframes and ducking beside the bed. Doesn't that bring rewards that are many, many times beyond?
