The story goes (from memory) that a long time ago, Buddha invited all of the animals to a banquet. He set the date and they were all to come.
The rat, who was very clever, told the cat that the banquet was the day following the actual date set, so the cat slept in and missed the banquet.
All the animals that attended the banquet were granted the honour of a year in their name.
The rat was clever enough to ride on the back of the ox. He jumped off in front of him when they arrived, thus being the first animal to receive the honour.
Today on the 3rd of February, in 2011, we begin the Chinese Year of the Rabbit...but that story, it always leaves me thinking about the cat. I do love cats.
In Vietnam, instead of having the Year of the Rabbit, they have the Year of the Cat in its place.
Eleven is my favourite number and I'm determined to make this a great year but I feel that I am off to a slow start. The cat is my favourite animal. Let this be the true beginning to a most amazing year.
2011, the Year of the Cat.
Happy New Year, everyone!