I asked my husband Peter, “What is the cat doing?”
“He’s levitating,” Peter said. Or at least I thought that’s what he said. “The cat is levitating?” “Meditating!” “Oh.” We have a lot of conversations like this, and I suspect Peter and I are not alone. I was lying in bed later that evening, imagining our cat, Felix, floating over the nightstand, and the thing that struck me was that Peter would tak…