Emil the master

Years ago I visited some good friends of mine who lived in an old beautiful house in Morlupo, an ancient village just outside Rome.

I never cared for cats before. There were so many of them coming to have dinner as my friend used to feed them all. 🙂 I was astounded to see that every single cat had its own personality. Among them, I remember one without a tail, one-eyed, cynical and very intense, and a cute one, the elegant and noble Pantofolo.

And so there was Emil, the master cat of the house.

He was so astute, really a mystical philosopher. Out of the blue, he would stare in the empty air, following attentively some invisible “shadows”, whose presence I also somehow perceived.

As my friends were away, I spent many afternoons with “the master”. He was mostly sleeping, waking up only to move along with the gentle afternoon light. I was writing, painting or composing, feeling very inspired by just watching him.

I learned from Emil much more than I have learned from many fellow human beings:

To be lazy but creative, inactive but awake.