One of the few problems with having cats is that it makes doing yoga at home a hazardous occupation. Mulberry in particular takes fiendish delight in increasing the challenge with a well-timed and precisely targeted head bump.
My balance in Tree Pose is precarious at best, and I rarely need an affectionate cat’s help in toppling over.
Needless to say, there was an epic Mommyo collapse.
No cats or Four-Year-Olds were externally damaged in the fall, although there was a bit of indignant stalking off to the sound of some rather raucous laughter.
Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all.