This is our cat Amanda (18 years old), sitting in one of her favorite spots:  next to the washing machine.

When I chant my rounds, she likes to jump up and and rest in my lap.

It could be that she just likes the sound, or maybe the low chanting sounds like a purr, but I like to think that she was a Vaisnava Hindu in a previous life, and that to her it sounds like home.


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