Albert the Cat

Welcome back. Here's your friend, Albert, the friendly ginger Tomcat, trotting along the rain damp pavement, ready for a night on the prowl. The slight wind twitches his ears. Actually, Albert doesn't really prowl. He wanders. He likes to look at things and see people. He collects friends. Just like he collects names. Maybe you've got your own name for him. He loves company. See how he hasn't set off yet? He's waiting for you to follow along. But before we go, let's pause for a brief wind down exercise. Tonight's exercise is a really simple breathing exercise. So, when you're ready. Let's begin. So first, get yourself comfortable. Now, just bringing the attention to the breath. Just noticing where you feel it. In the nose, the throat, the chest, the diaphragm. You're nice and relaxed. We're going to take a deep breath in for four. Holding it for four, and then breathing out for six. So, are you ready? Let's begin. In for four, two, three, four. Hold it for four, two, three, four. Breathing out for six, two, three, four, five, six. In for four, two, three, four. Holding for four. Two, three, four. Out for six. Two, three, four. Five, six. In for four. Two, three, four. Holding for four. Two, three, four. Out for six. Two, three, four. Five, six. In for four. Two, three, four. Holding for four, two, three, four. Out for six, two, three, four, five, six. Great. Now, returning the breath to normal. Here we are, at another of Albert's many homes. A private stretch of river, busy with brightly colored houseboats. Maybe. You know the spot. Albert is not the only kitty here, and if you take a moment to look about, you'll certainly glimpse a few of the feline residents of this marina, perched atop their boats, as if on the lookout, snoozing in a plant pot, scratching their ears, or peeping timidly Out of a porthole, Albert is curled up on a mossy patch of towpath by the side of the river, his eyes half closed. He's listening to the spitter spatter of raindrops while the breeze tickles his nose. Cats love the sound of rain too, you know. Tufts of wildflowers Well, um, Uh, Um, Um, Um, something, I don't know. Uh, Uh, something, I don't know. Um, Uh, um, something, I don't know. Albert likes to wander at night, but of course, he also likes to nap. He knows a great place for napping. It's an all night laundromat just a little way along the street from here. Albert has a lot of regular haunts, but the laundromat is probably his most regular. Unlike us, Albert has to wash his coat while he's wearing it. But why not do that in company? Here we are now. And right on cue, the door to the laundromat swings open, sending a waft of warm, clean scent into the damp air. The person leaving is Yuki, a young man with floppy black hair who's very fond of Albert. Actually, he's the person who named Albert, Albert. Yuki is on his way to a tea bar down...