Ananda is the sanskrit word for bliss. But Pussanonda is just the opposite. After living eight of her nine lives chasing mice, rummaging through garbage cans, scattering the kitty litter, and sleeping all day, she realizes that she has not evolved at all. Now fearful of being reincarnated as a mouse, or something worse, she embarks on a mad rush to attain instant enlightenment. Only to find a path full of obstacles and distractions that have split her personality in two. She hears both the smooth colorful wisdom of her inner yogi as well as the loud scratchy noises of her outer puss. This is the Path of Pussanonda. A path shared by many of us and a vehicle of expression for those of us who are on the right path but have a tendency to stop and do a little sight-seeing along the way.