I roll out my yoga mat and begin to reach skyward, leaning to one side as I stretch my arm overhead. I fold down, bending my knees and rolling back up slowly, vertebrate by vertebrate.
When I stretch up a second time, I hear the pitter patter of her paws, the sound dampening as I lean to the other side, which means she’s on the mat with me now.
As I fold down, I see her stretching, too. Downward dog, her front legs long and her rear sticking up. As I roll up, she changes position, stretching out her back legs now as she pulls herself forward, nose sticking up in the air.
I get down on my knees, sitting on my heels to stretch the bottoms of my feet. I roll out my right wrist, and she nibbles at my fingers. I roll out the left and she starts her simple 2-stretch routine again: first the front legs, then the back.
I transition to child’s pose and the nibbles continue.
When I move to cat-cow, she’s on her 2-stretch routine again.
She rolls onto her back as I change positions, interrupting my routine for some belly rubs. I shake my head and grab my phone, the first words of the slice already forming in my head, faster than my fingers can open the Jetpack app and keep up.
Now she sits as I type this short slice again. I go to take a photo—and she moves!
“No, get back here!” I grab her. I need this photo to illustrate the slice! “Sit. Lay down.”
But she does one better: her downward-dog stretch. I snap it. Thank goodness for live photos.
Writing With Abandon 
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