Garfield Is My Spirit Guide

My spirit animal revealed itself to me earlier this month.  I was not on a vision quest per se, and I wasn't fasting or meditating.  I went walking in a park in the Ravenna neighborhood in Seattle one Thursday night and decided to climb a nearby tree because tree. After some initial hesitation about how to go up and best routes and so forth, I managed to ascend to some of the lower branches where I could meditate and where I could look around and recite what I could remember of Erroll Flynn's dialogue from "The Adventures of Robin Hood".

I'll say here that my spirit animal did not reveal themselves to me on the way up the tree, and it did not turn out to be the Wolf or any of the really cool and highly sought-after ones.  

It was only after I began to think "I ought to get down now - I have places I must go", that I became aware that I was, spiritually, a cat. I could not think of a single workable plan for how to get down from a tree.  Jumping?  I was low enough to make that work but it would aggravate hell out of the tendonitis in my right knee. Not good. Climbing?  All of the hand and foot holds I'd used to get up the tree had rearranged themselves so that I could no longer find them. Plus, it seemed several hundred feet farther to the ground every time I looked down.  

A very kind, older lady offered to wait until I actually managed to get down before going on her way and, I think, she would have called a fireman if I'd needed one.