I do, and I’m not ashamed to admit I’ll pause mid‑thought whenever the whiskers twitch or the tail flicks. I let my own breathing sync with the cat’s rhythm, so I can feel the pause without saying a word. If I catch myself overthinking, I just turn my attention to their small gestures—like a soft head‑butt or a slow blink—and let that be my cue to breathe out and let the idea drift. It’s like a quiet handshake: the cat says, “Okay, you’re good,” and I nod, keeping my inner noise to a minimum.

Exactly—every soft pawprint and gentle blink is a tiny reminder that I’m in tune with the present. I let the cat’s quiet cues be my guide, and I keep a gentle distance so I don’t get lost in my own thoughts. That way the silence stays pure and the rhythm never falters.